Where Dreams Are Made

the facial wash.

Is it just me, or does the Nivea Visage facial foam smell like a wet dog? Eww. Maybe I should just use it on our dog. It might do some good for the scratches on her snout that she got from messing with the cats.

Allow me to rant first: What's up with the comments page of my previous post? I can't seem to access it. Sucks.

Last April 14 marked the second year of our marriage. For those who do not know, we got married civilly 7 months before our church wedding. I'm sure this comes as a surprise to most people. There you go, another unintentional secret revealed. Well, a not-so-secret secret.

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Early this afternoon, the hubby and I went to Glorietta. We passed by the Park Square parking lot and were fortunate and very thrilled to have witnessed a sidewalk bank composed of three blind men and a blind woman. It was such a delight to watch the drummer/bassist. Yup, you read that right: he's a drummer cum bassist. As in he plays the drums with his right hand. and the bass with his left. Man, talk about multi-tasking! Such talent! To think that he was actually doing melodic lines and busy rolls! Hah! He'll give the drummer of Def Leppard a run for his money. Mikah, this is something you definitely have to learn. I'm also wondering if The Slob can pull this one off. I deeply regret that we weren't able to take a picture of the act as the digital camera's batteries were dead. Maybe next time. I wonder if they're there all the time?

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I tagged along with the hubby to his place of work. It's so cold here! But at least I get to surf via DSL. I am sleepy, though. The hubby and I slept over at Noojie's house after jamming some new songs and having an inebriated discussion about the fate of the world's magnetic field, the evolution of man, interplanetary migration, and existentialism. We said our goodnights as the sun came up. But it was all good. Thanks for having us, Noojie! And happy birthday again to Eggy! :)

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Naruto fanatics and impulsive buyers that we are, we purchased two sets of Naruto gashapons this afternoon. Will post pics soon. We now have 3 of a series of 5. We bought Series 2 last week. This obsession isn't doing any good to our coffers.

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I've been very busy at work. The nice thing about it is that I'm beginning to see and feel that I'm part of the organization. I see myself as a cog in motion, doing my bit to keep the organization functioning properly.

Every morning when I get to the office and turn my computer on, I open the ADB Today website and check out the food menu at the cafeteria. I do this without fail, and without particular purpose--except to satisfy my curiosity, I guess. I want to see what my food choices for lunch and merienda are. But, the funny thing is, I almost always end up having a sandwich. Four days out of five, I have sandwich for lunch, even during morning and afternoon breaks. And now I remember why: because I vowed to lose weight. :p Ay, there's the rub. For I love to eat, and I love good food. Darnit.

No, I'm not talking about that Boldstar song with the catchy melody and the sentimental lyrics. I am actually describing myself.

Early last week, I skinned my nose while trying to get rid of some slippery snot (darn these sharp, uncut nails!). It was so friggin' painful I could hardly hold back my tears--especially when I had to scrub my face and clean my nose. And everytime I'd hit the darn wound, I'd cringe and a tear would surface. Then, as if that wasn't enough punishment for only-God-knows-what (seriously, I swear I've been good the previous weekend), I met an accident on my way to work. An accident that came in the form of a cat. I believe I am special: things not likely to happen always happen to me.

As I was approaching the MRT QUezon Avenue Station, a cat who had gone berserk, and who looked like it was running for dear life (probably it was its last, judging from the panic level), jumped from the roof and landed, of all places (and of all people), on my left foot. As I was wearing open-toe shoes that day, the cat's claw tore through the skin of my toe, ending with a deep puncture wound near the cuticle. Blood oozed. And, as rotten luck would have it, I realized I didn't have any tissue or hanky with me. I was trying not to cry despite the severe pain. Such pain it was, I tell you! I wanted to scream, but didn't want to draw attention to myself. My chest hurt from stifling the sobs. I limped in search of some bandaid and tissue. Good thing there was a sarisari store nearby that was selling tissue; no bandaids, though. And so I proceeded to wipe the blood from my injured toe. Only when I got to the office was I able to clean the wound properly.

The drama queen that I am, I was worried I'd die of tetanus poisoning or rabies or, less worse but still bad, my toe would have to be amputated. Now, my toe's still a bit sore, but it's better. The inflammation has subsided and it has stopped hurting. I just have to be careful and watch where I'm walking so I wouldn't accidentally stub my toe and do further damage to it. I wouldn't be surprised if I wake up one morning and found out that my feet have gone on strike. They've been very abused lately! My poor, distressed, persecuted feet. I really have to seriously look after you.

That was the highlight of my week. I can't really remember what else happened during the week. It went by so fast! Sometimes I think we're living in fast forward mode. I only remember bits and pieces of the events that transpired the past week: like when I played badminton with my officemates and my face got so red from exertion; and when I worked and worked and worked. That's pretty much it. All I have are hazy images as if those things happened in a dream. That's why I should be writing here more often; I'm doubtful of my memory's capability to recount events. Sigh.

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Now, let's see if I've been true to my words. Looks like I barely accomplished Promise #2 and almost completely ignored Promise #1. But I did make good on #3. As for the rest of the promises, it's too early to give a verdict. Either that, or I'm just making lousy excuses again. Get a grip, woman! :p Oh well, 'til next.