Little did she know

It’s been an interesting week. I thought that the stresses of production week after the press preview and open matinee will stop once Sunday turns to Monday. We opened to press on Saturday, opened to the public on Sunday and I was met with a fully booked Monday:

Then the week trudged on…

Tuesday: afternoon, acting coach for Hannah; evening, music rehearsal for Pippin.

Wednesday: 3 HOUR ROAD TRIP TO REHEARSAL VENUE AT COMMONWEALTH WHEN THE TRIP WOULD HAVE TAKEN SOME ONE TO ONE AND HALF HOURS

Thursday: No sleep, 7 am call time means 5 am wake up. Sleep? Why bother?

Friday: Merienda with Pippin cast parents, sleepover with Daryl and Micko until Monday. Moolah from Treasure Island performances supposedly encashed on Monday. (FAIL) (More on this later)

I guess it can be safely said that I am living a certain way that demands of my schedule, as if demanding of myself isn’t enough. I don’t feel tired. This must mean I’m riding on a wave.

Michael “warned” us about “the life.” It is happening, it will happen, and it has already begun. It cannot be a nuisance.

At least I’ll be able to tithe or at least be more generous than I can manage.

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I was at the supermarket yesterday to buy things to donate. No one really announces the need for sanitary napkins in spite of it being an actual need.

You can tell that people were grocery shopping to donate. A rough estimate of donating shoppers would be 70%.

A woman at the counter I was in line for was piling packs of powdered milk. A trolley of mineral water was being carted to the parking lot. I saw a load of shorts being bagged. Next to the bag of shorts was a bag of instant noodles. A woman was unloading yogurt from her cart.

I had just three packs of sanitary napkins, a kind of underdog unmentionable in the list of relief goods. I added in two packs from my stash. A stash purchased some three months ago (I have an irregular period, a blessing and a curse), tallying my contribution to five. I felt like a character in one of the Jesus miracles in the New Testament.

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Favorite moment: Mikey hits Rod (or Daryl…they were all wearing the same thing) with a Mac packaging box and Joonie catches him. The break between joy and getting caught is EPIC.

This is all I have to say at the moment, except for a few more things:

• There is no other unity than two Ateneans in a Lasallian community, helping out with donations
• My cat is meowing weird. He better not vomit in my room again.
• I can’t wait for next weekend. There is a LOT happening over the weekend and I’m looking forward to ALL of that.
• Mom bought new shampoo. Cant’t wait to try it.
• Mom and Dad bought bathroom rugs. The bought enough to cover all the steps of the staircase with.
• I am getting lame at blogging and writing.
• I love you all.

It’s funny how certain people ask for my permission over certain things or certain people. I can be protective of my friends and of my family, but not in an any old obvious way.

But there it is: I am protective of them.

Lately, when asked of something, I tend to interrogate in immediate response:

Why?

Yet I already know why anyway. I ask only to know if they know what they’re asking for.

Pammu’s a sneaky one. She’s hard to figure out.

Gago ka rin, ano, Pammu?

I assured a friend recently that even if I’m crocheting, my radars are up. We were sitting at a meeting when someone apparently didn’t know where their place was. To those in attendance, I was a higher up nonchalantly crocheting at the table; but I was really diverting energies. I didn’t want my attitude to spike, nor did I want to transmit hostility. Instead, I picked up my crochet and went on creativity mode.

The thing is, I am very guarded. No one will know how I’m feeling until they hear it from my very own mouth, or detect it in tone of my voice, or notice a change of my face.

On an evening of unexplained disappointment, Micko had to have a word in private with Jammi. He said that he seriously didn’t know what to do with me. He wasn’t disappointment with me. It wasn’t that kind of situation. He was disappointed for me. Jammi felt the same and she couldn’t stay long. I haggled for God to give me something and that something didn’t arrive when it should have. Hives had traced growth around my lips and my body temperature seemed to have risen to a fever but I didn’t have symptoms.

Don’t haggle with the universe, they said.

I was on the verge on a breakdown not too long ago because of something that has been wrenching at my heart and at my being. Something wasn’t the way we all knew it to be, and by the time I had called it out, I was on the verge of exploding.

Are you okay?

Yes, yes I’m okay. Irregular period must be coming up. I’ll see you tomorrow.

I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t exactly lying. The cycle that certifies me as a fully functioning woman happens about four times a year. I used that as arsenal for that evening. I would have easily said that I broke down because of my lost cellphone and wallet, but then again I didn’t want other people to think that I’m that shallow.

Figuring me out is a mystery and the fact that I live in the moment doesn’t help much. The important thing is that I know I’m an awesome friend, I am smart, and I am for the most part forgiving.

…didn’t know who the “pandak na mataba” dude was.

He does now. Go Lino. You rock.

Aria is awesome.

Well, no one said it would be easy. I am tired, but still on call for the day.

9 am at Zobel for Pippin. Rehearsal was quick. So much kids; a bit noisy, but manageable. We’ve got most of act one down.

3:30 pm Coach Hannah for her monologue. She gets better and better after every run of her performance and she responds very well. I hope she wins first this year.

5 pm pm. Right now. It’s a casual meeting with WhatMag. More newbies to meet. Graphic guy is on his way. I have no idea what to order at Starbucks.

7 pm. Grease rehearsal for corporate show this Thursday for Shopwise.

I feel like today is a whole week. I love my job. I really love my job.

darylzarraga:

We just got back from touring another show and we’re just about to go into the craziest period of the production.

Here we goooooooo!