Darn it, I just made this long entry and then I accidentally erased it!

"Damenait!"

Now I'm too lazy to rewrite what I had written.

Basically what had happened these past couple of days were deliveries of bread puddings Bobby had ordered for some friends.

Yesterday, we had to deliver a couple of them to the Meralco Theater first. Thanks for the umbrellas, Sir Ed! Then one to Cherie's house, which took a while because we didn't know how to get there, and when we got to her street, we had asked at least 5 people where the exact address was, and they all had totally different answers. Rawr. The last was for Boy Abunda, and even with my lousy sense of direction and bad memory, I still recalled a bit of the way to his place, having gone there once before.

Today was the second day of bread pudding deliveries. First was at Liza's, and when I got there, I instantly fell in love with her house. Just looking through the front doors was quite a sight. Thanks to Lawyn for the directions, by the way. The last two were for the Salongas. I had asked Lea a couple of weeks ago about where to deliver hers, and she said to send it to her mom's house as well because they visit her often.

My goodness, we got stuck in traffic on the way back both today and yesterday that I was starving by the time I got to the office.

I heard a couple of days ago that Miko had moved out of 1401 yesterday. So when I dropped by last night, it felt weird that his computer wasn't there, his stuff wasn't cluttered on the floor, and his bed not as rumpled as usual. Sometimes I anticipated that any minute I'd hear the door unlock and hear him come in, and then see that Miko-shaped shadow walk in. And to think that the first memory I had in that condo was of him happily re-installing MS Word in his computer.

Check it out, Oliver emailed me an article from the Philippine Daily Inquirer that featured the best of Philippine Theater in 2005. And Cris was there!

Best Featured Actor-Play

Cris Pasturan ("R'meo Luvs Dew-lhiett"). Young, nervy, exuberant, Pasturan exploded on the stage like a runaway firecracker as the rapping, wisecracking Mercutio in TP's jologs version of Shakespeare's play on young love. He stole every scene he was in, that when he exited midway through he was sorely missed.

No wonder he was so in demand for thesis productions, hahaha. And to think I already see the same people in those shows ever since last year.

Hahaha, Sir Tony dropped by the office this afternoon and gave Ate Sally and me one of those huge Hershey's Kisses each. Huwaw, chocolate overdose tonight.