One more day, one more day

I used to keep a diary. It's not the ubiquitous pink (fill-in-your-favorite-cartoon-character-here) with lock that eventually gets pried open by the pesky brother or the interfering mother. In my case, I had none of the two, though Nanay was quite different. She used to scour my books for hidden peso bills (received from Christmas) or dollar bills (inserted in the Christmas greeting card from the grandparents in Jersey) and conveniently 'borrow' them. All in the name of domestic financial sanity.

Speaking of Nanay, we both went out of the house this morning, she for her weekly doctor's appointment, me to ask a friend to help me in my Powerpoint presentation for the lecture on Saturday. Alright, alright, so we were also trying to keep a respectable distance from Tatay because he is in one of his 'It's-one-day-before-her-trip-why-is-she-not-yet-packing' moods. The level of irritation this causes could be compared to scratching your long nails across the blackboard. Get the picture?

Despite the verbal missiles, I am surprisingly calm. Calmer than yesterday. Probably because I finally finished the lecture version of my paper. Just this morning. Same ol' Amy. Crammer to the core.

Got a late text message from Bopis, who's asking me how the paper was. At the time I didn't answer the question. Instead I teased him about his 'present' from Durga. When she told me what it was, I could not agree more. Hint, dear: it's so you could keep your afternoon schedules (if any) and at the same time have a handy paperweight.

Before I forget....
* No. of friends in Friendster list - 53 (!!!)
* No. of times I sighed today - 5
* No. of times I thought of The Boy today - 1 (progress!)

Be back on Monday with the new! and improved! bananaducky!!!!!!

Ciao bella!