another breath of fresh air

Yesterday's sermon was a blessing. "God speaks and makes His presence known through His creation." I cannot agree more. That's why another trip tomorrow 'til Thursday to the northern mountains is, again, in good timing.

A lot has been happening lately, and I wish I can say that they're not a matter of life and death. Two of the most important people in my life--my dad and my future mom-in-law-- are not in the pink of health, and they need all the prayers they can get. Sometimes I wonder why I haven't really become as depressed as I should be. I feel like I should be bugging my eyes out crying, but I'm not. Dunno if that's good or bad. I'm just thankful that I'm still sane to actually come to work, smile, greet people, function like I should, come up with decent copy, etc. It scares me that all this might catch up on me, and that when that happens, I'd be caught unawares.

So yes, I thank God for another opportunity to temporarily escape everything that's haunting me now, even if this is another official business trip. I actually look forward to hear Him speak and calm me with His presence up there in the mountains.

And yes, please pray for my dad and my mom-in-law. Just please pray that they be well soon.

one of 'em boys cried then went shopping

Last Friday's snippets:

Was watching SYTYCD's Kherington and Twitch do some Viennese Waltz. The routine has a personal sentimentality to it, especially because the song has a very special meaning to the choreographers.

So I was watching it, and just when my tears were about to fall, my colleague Tim suddenly showed up in my cube and caught me teary-eyed. I had to shoo him away before I got to explain. Embarassing moment no. 261 there! Hahaha!

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Had a matter-of-life-and-death issue at hand: what's more flattering for a girl--to be categorized as a girl-next-door or a hot chick. For me, it depends. But when Iza and I asked Francis' take on the issue, he only has one thing to label me:

One of the boys.

Great. Well, fine, I admit I tend to be one. And sometimes, it works for me. Sometimes. Still, it's flattering to be treated like a lady, not like a brother. Ugh.

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Since there were no takers for the GCs I've been selling (they're Big & Small/Spin/Havin' A Baby GCs), I decided to just use them myself, see what preggy clothes I can buy and get away with wearing them without being accused of being actually pregnant. Francis was quite hesitant to join me in my shopping spree. "Naku, baka ma-tismis tayo nito," he said. I just laughed it off.

So there I was, gleefully enjoying fitting the clothes on sale only to learn I can't buy them with my precious GCs (but then Bubs and Cleo told me they were able to score sale items with their GCs. So unfair!). So I just settled for a brown tube dress and paid cash for this maroon bubble tube top that was on sale. At the cashier:

Cashier: Ma'am, first baby nyo po?
Me: Um. Ah. Hindi pa.

Was so tempted to point at Francis and say, "Sya, baby damulag ko."

dreaming with a broken heart in SYTYCD

Hmmm...so now I'm confused which pair to like--Kherington and Twitch (with this vid) or Chelsie and Mark (with Bleeding Love).

But Twitch is sizzling!

bleeding love in SYTYCD, drip drip

Such intensity! I hope this couple wins!

I think Sam and I watched this for the nth time today, wishing we'd memorize the routine and perform it decently even in our dreams. But I have yet to work on Jabbawockeez's Apologize (see previous entry).

Dancing is indeed, emancipating.

jabba, jabba, jabba!

They got me at Apologize. Now I'm so hooked! Jabbawockeez ROCKS!