My kind of a busy weekend is what legit busy people crave for -- rest. If you had an inkling that I am one who has a jam-packed weekend, then you sure are right. Bed, books, tv and food, what more can one ask for? It's not called "rest day" for nothing, you know. This weekend, though, I had the "social" kind of busy, which is sort of a rare event.
f r i d a y
Met up with my high school friends, Bea, Aina and Gee. I arrived at High Street first, with all intention of lounging at Fully Booked while waiting for them. It was just 2 days after payday so basic protocol is to splurge like a mad librarian inside book heaven. Hey, I wish! But with only 1K left in my pocket and 13 more days before my ATM gets refilled with actual moolah, that seemed an already impossible task. With a crying heart, I withdrew money from my savings account. Ouch. Mustered every ounce of control I had left that night to narrow down my book acquisition to two.
Anyway, after an hour or so, I was with friends, eating, surrounded by spotlight and smoke. We talked about work and long distance relationships and breakups and weddings and life. Spending 90% of the time just muttering nonsense to myself, it's always a pleasure to talk/listen to friends whom I've known for more than 10 years and be thrown back to my place on the ground. All fun, all the time.
s a t u r d a y
This night was one for the books. It was surreal to see a world class musical staged in Manila, so I'm half-slashing my bucket list for this. The Phantom of the Opera is gold. The production is exquisite, I'm still hungover. I have no words. I'm proud to be one of the thousands who gave the cast a standing ovation. :)
s u n d a y
What will forever be unchanged is that Sunday is laundry day. Squeezed in a rewatch of Awkward season 2, finished reading Will Grayson, Will Grayson, caught up on SNL, and watched Arrow's pilot.
m o n d a y
Contrary to most people, I only file vacation leaves to loaf around. This time, though, I had a specific purpose. TJ and I were early birds at The Medical City to escape patient traffic, which is, admit it, a bummer, but we were quite surprised to see minimal crowd that day. Well, it was a Monday after all. TJ had her own lab tests done (a whole nother story, per se), while I had 2 check-ups scheduled: with an ENT and an Ophthalmologist. Blahblahblah, here's what I gathered:
- I do not have sinusitis (during the time of visit, at least)
- My nasal deviation is on my right septum and not on the left, which I have lived half my life to believe. How can I even confuse that?
- A surgery isn't recommended unless congestion on the deviated septum persists during normal, cold-free days (sigh of relief)
- The glare I experience when in front of the monitor (that leads to extreme headache) is not an eye problem, as I'd expected, but is somehow associated with migraine.
- I have perfectly normal eyesight.
- I know I should be glad, but I'm somewhat disappointed that even reading glasses weren't prescribed to me. Huhu, anyhoo.
Basically, that's two off my "What's bothering you now, Anne?" list. I have three more specialists to consult with, and in no particular order: a neurologist (for my mental health. naah, for the migraine), orthopedics (for the numbing sensation in my leg), and an OB-GYN (for girly advice).
Sooo, there's that.
postscript
Now, seeing somebody you admire in the flesh is one thing. Seeing your favorite author's signature neatly printed in one of your favorite books is another, and something I never thought I'd spazz about. I never thought an autograph would affect me as much as seeing a pile of signed copies of John Green's The Fault In Our Stars stacked in front of me did. I was secretly dying inside while staring at the John Green book tower, out of disbelief, and also, out of the fact that it's sold at the same price as the unsigned ones. Heart. Breaking. In. Pieces. It's unfair. I want one, I want one! I was brewing this sinister plan to come back with my own copy and then swap it with one of the autographed ones, he he. All I have now is the hope that my silent chants coupled with crossed fingers and toes work: "Local bookstores, pleasepleaseplease bring John Green to Manila!" Nerdfighters, make it happen!
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