let's sit and blog a while
Tomorrow (morning)'s the first DLS-CSB Dance Major choreography recital. Well, my first one, anyway, and the first one in the Benilde theatre. The funny thing about the Benilde theater is you reserve the theatre with one office, but you also have to coordinate with security and the library, the former to unlock the place for you, the other to turn the electricity on, as well as to set up the sound system and whatever else. It's a hassle, mainly because they haven't hired a theatre administrator yet, also mainly because the theatre is fairly new. It's nuts. Our Dean promises it will be different when we move to the new building. Whenever that is. Anyway, I managed to work out all the administrative problems today and I feel pretty proud about that. Took me all day, though.
My students aren't saying out loud that they're excited, but little things give away they are, like when they find out who's watching or when they clarify costumes or the way they invite people they bump into or when they see our flyers hanging on the walls. I'm excited too, though I'm more excited about organizing the show for next semester. Now that I know what to do, and all that.
My friend and former pas de deux partner, Sydney, left for the States, I think yesterday. We had dinner last week, he's pretty much the same guy I know and love except all these months I haven't seen him, he had been growing his hair out and now sports romance novel hero hair. The funny thing about it is he could never have grown it with me around, I would have harrassed him nonstop for him to get a haircut. It looks good on him, actually. Check him out:
While I will miss him, I'm glad for him. We've all moved on, it seems.
Before I had dinner with Syd, I had coffee with Taty, one of my best college friends (or best friends from college). One of the things I loved most about Taty was our long conversations about what we wanted to do with our lives and we had one such long conversation about what we wanted to do with our lives that afternoon. I missed her. I'm not going to let another ten years go by, I'm going to keep my friends closer. My enemies can do whatever they want.
Speaking of enemies, last week, the Laban o Bawi contestant in Eat Bulaga was named Emeny. She gave up a million bucks for 80,000. I hate when that happens, especially when the contestant has such a cool name.
You'll be reading this perhaps hours after I upload it, perhaps hours after I am right now writing it. I'm in the Swank's office, typing it up on my laptop. I'm supposed to be working on my thesis revisions, but my brain can take only so much excitement for one day, so I decided to blog to relax it a bit. To me, blogging is like a nice brain massage.
And before I went home, I had a soul massage - not that I particularly needed one today, but the surprise ones are nice too. This is what the soul massage consisted of:
Goodnight everyone :)
My students aren't saying out loud that they're excited, but little things give away they are, like when they find out who's watching or when they clarify costumes or the way they invite people they bump into or when they see our flyers hanging on the walls. I'm excited too, though I'm more excited about organizing the show for next semester. Now that I know what to do, and all that.
My friend and former pas de deux partner, Sydney, left for the States, I think yesterday. We had dinner last week, he's pretty much the same guy I know and love except all these months I haven't seen him, he had been growing his hair out and now sports romance novel hero hair. The funny thing about it is he could never have grown it with me around, I would have harrassed him nonstop for him to get a haircut. It looks good on him, actually. Check him out:
While I will miss him, I'm glad for him. We've all moved on, it seems.
Before I had dinner with Syd, I had coffee with Taty, one of my best college friends (or best friends from college). One of the things I loved most about Taty was our long conversations about what we wanted to do with our lives and we had one such long conversation about what we wanted to do with our lives that afternoon. I missed her. I'm not going to let another ten years go by, I'm going to keep my friends closer. My enemies can do whatever they want.
Speaking of enemies, last week, the Laban o Bawi contestant in Eat Bulaga was named Emeny. She gave up a million bucks for 80,000. I hate when that happens, especially when the contestant has such a cool name.
You'll be reading this perhaps hours after I upload it, perhaps hours after I am right now writing it. I'm in the Swank's office, typing it up on my laptop. I'm supposed to be working on my thesis revisions, but my brain can take only so much excitement for one day, so I decided to blog to relax it a bit. To me, blogging is like a nice brain massage.
And before I went home, I had a soul massage - not that I particularly needed one today, but the surprise ones are nice too. This is what the soul massage consisted of:
Goodnight everyone :)