This was where I was last night! A benefit concert for one of our most popular churches here in Manila. As you can see, most everyone was on the dance floor, dancing their butts off. At this time, I was taking a breather because the band didn’t cease playing for one whole set which was an hour long each and there were two sets! Most of the time, though, I was singing and dancing along. It was hard to resist since most everyone was doing it. It was awesome.
The Christmas season has started and things are going to get crazy busy again. Already my calendar is being filled up with get togethers and parties. This is pretty normal this time of year and I actually can’t wait because it’s a chance to see people I haven’t seen in a while and to eat lots of good food.
It’s the end of November and so another round of NaBloPoMo ends. Thank you all so much for following, commenting and reading. I think I’ve missed some people and I’m really sorry about that but please trust that I read and received your comments. I hope you’ll still stick around even after November and I hope you all enjoy the coming holidays.
Was at a benefit concert. Sang myself hoarse and danced myself to exhaustion.
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**I just thought I’d re-press (yes, I am going to actually go ahead and use that to describe how I’m reblogging this, haha) this because I’ve been on a handwritten/handmade/craftsy kick lately. There’s just something about doing things by hand that makes me feel really happy nowadays. I mean, yesterday I was at the Post Office, gleefully sticking stamps on calendars to be mailed. It was tedious work but I enjoyed it anyway. So yes, enjoy my weirdness and this post. 😀
I was sitting in a car earlier this afternoon and then something being said on the radio got my attention. There was a game going on and what the contestant had to do was guess the name of the songs being played. The DJ asked the contestant what kind of songs he wanted to guess, those in the regular programming or those being played on Saturdays, which are usually old songs and the like. The contestant chose the Saturday playlist (the DJ even joked that they would play songs that correspond to his age) and it blew my mind when they played the songs. Sukiyaki by 4PM, Shy Guy by Diana King– Has it really been that long since those songs were out? Honestly, I was surprised. The contestant and I were around the same age. It was just mind boggling.
I guess I’ll always be kind of in denial about how old these songs really are now because they’re signs of how I have also aged. Sure, I’m not yet that old but I’m old enough to have most of my favorite songs be on weekend radio playlists. It’s not really sad, just kind of weird sometimes because I can still remember so clearly how I listened to the radio all the time before to wait for my favorite songs to air.
Yeah and that just gives you another idea of how long ago that was! Do young people still listen to the radio and wait for songs? I don’t know. With iPods and everything, you can just pull up whatever playlist or song you want to listen to so easily. No more waiting or anything. Very convenient but it lacks a certain sense of nostalgia, I think.
It just really struck home for me today that in six months, if I’m still in this job, that my boss would not be my boss anymore.
And the realization made me really, really sad.
We’ve come to a point where I think we’ve sort of found a rhythm and we’ve gotten comfortable enough about working together. He is a boss with exacting standards and is quite firm on how he wants things done, but at the same time he is also warm and considerate. He makes me feel appreciated and is always there to support me when I need him to. On top of that, he seems to like me and expects and trusts that I could do the work that he assigns me with.
So I know I’ll miss him when he goes and vacates that office and leaves me in the hands of my next boss, whoever he may be.
There’s still six months, though. I guess I’ll just have to make them count.
My weight has always been kind of an issue for me. I try not to talk about it too much but it’s really something that I think about a lot. I guess it’s because I’ve almost gotten back to the weight that I was back in College and that was when I was at my biggest.
I guess in some ways it’s good that I have gained the weight back because at least I’m not sickly. When I lost a lot of weight before, my immune system got shot and I suffered from a whole slew of health problems. I was sick all the time and I had what I felt like some kind of unidentified, undiagnosed eating disorder. I just didn’t want to eat and then I got sicker and sicker until I got so weak and sick I had to be hospitalized. I got diagnosed first with lupus then MCTD and things, as they say, are history.
So now I’ve gained back the weight and I’m not quite happy about it. I see old pictures of me when I was unhealthy and yet so thin and I miss those days. People tell me I look better like this and I also do my best to agree and say so but at times I just can’t help thinking I’d look and feel so much better if I lost some weight. It’s probably true. I do need to stop eating so much crap and start exercising again. But well, food is just so good and exercising is just so gross.
I’ve probably blogged about this before and I’ve always said that I would actually get up and start being healthier but the motivation always escapes me after a while and I find myself going back and munching on that piece of chocolate.
Such is my life.