There goes my first week in a taxing work schedule alongside a committed relationship. For a current affairs show, Noypi is rendered more challenging by the fact that not only do I get to produce segments, but I have to keep up with an amazing team (most of them younger than me) who can dish out episode after episode of visually engaging material and still be fresh and snappy for the following week's brainstorming.

The segment I'm producing for next Monday is on poverty. The clincher goes: "Gaano kahirap maging mahirap?" To do that, I'm assigned to work on a segment that will feature a young actress doing immersion in the slums. Finding the location (a really dilapidated slum community in the railroad tracks along Sampaloc) took me and my researcher two minutes; finding the actress who can face the challenge (we went from Rosanna Roces to Anne Curtis to Say Alonzo to G-Ann of PBB and finally ended up with Erich Gonzales) took us two days.

So later Erich, I, and the crew are off to spend the day and night with the riles crowd and shooting with Gabe Mercado tomorrow. My baptism into producing segments sounds exciting, but I'm positively terrified. Talent Center wants assurance that nothing bad comes to Erich, I want assurance that she won't walk out in the middle of the night lest I bleed her to death.

Wafi-wise, it's been a blast. It meant rushing to church every Sunday evening to attend mass despite a really early wake-up call, or mustering some of the petics and evasive techniques I've longed perfected in order to catch a few quality times together, but it's worth every aching limb and drowsy brain.

Wafi, it turns out, is quite the jealous-type. It's been awhile since I went out with someone who turns cranky whenever I check out my phone, or who throws a bitch fit whenever some stranger post a comment on my Friendster. But I'm enjoying it, since my tendency to get naggy, bitchy, and paranoid is just as likely. I have to change phones now and switch to Globe, and my dubious Sun textmates will have to be deleted once I've updated my contacts. In fact, Wafi will supervise the transfer of numbers (I was told that only family, friends, and orgmates will remain on my phonebook) and will commence to snapping my Sun sim into two to end a long history of Sun-flirting. Amen.

Of course it's justified. Latak ang Sun signal sa ABS, most of my contacts are Globe, at higit sa lahat, it's cool to give in to the demands of a jealous boyfriend. Nakakakilig.

O sya, makapagtrabaho na nga.

Cheers!