It's been forever since I've updated, and that makes me a terrible blogger, I know. So my apologies to those who visit my blog on a regular basis, at least I'm hoping there are people out there who do. =)

Busy, busy, busy weekend. Schoolwork is piling up like crazy. We're moving in to a new apartment, finally. It's actually exciting, if not stressful. What's with moving that makes it all worth the packing and unpacking and throwing away stuff? I guess when you move from one place to another, you bring with you all the memories from the old place. You bring the memories of the places you've been to when you were wearing certain clothes, and you bring the memory of dates you were on and events you've attended when you bring that box of photographs. You remember the money you spent when you bring your furniture and appliances, and you remember the sad, dirty carpet that you covered with an area rug when you finally move the vacuum to its new strorage spot.

There are good and bad things about moving. I'm inclined to say I appreciate both of them. It's good because a new place is the start of new and better things. And bad because.. it reminds me too much of the biggest move I've made in my life, when I flew from Manila to finally live here for good. That's the only thing I don't like about moving because it dates back to too many sad memories that I had to be reminded of today when I got a friendster message from Kath.

I was in San Diego yesterday, for a change. I love downtown San Diego. It's so much nicer than many other "downtowns" I've been to. I loved the sight of big ships and boats with their masts and anchors and everything. The drive was splendid during mid-day, because you won't be able to take your eyes off the waters that run along your side. And then I got back home, bought some dvds with Pao, and went to eat some ham sandwiches with cheddar and sour cream chips and iced tea. I watched You've Got Mail, one of my romantic comedy faves, and then Chicken Run, which I will admittedly say I've never watched, then Gangs of New York. It was such a good movie and it was over 3 hours that I fell asleep by the time the climax was presenting itself. Well, the weather permits viewing the last part of the movie again, but unfortunately enough, I'll have to go to work today.

I guess that's it for now. I know my notes didn't really say much. It was just nice to write it all down. Simply, rather than not at all. And I'm gonna scoot out of this chair in just a few seconds, so I won't miss dancing to Run for Cover by Missy. =)

If I couldn't tell the random made-in-the-US Filipino guy who just sat next to me a few minutes ago in lab that there was something really annoying worth venting about to him, then I'll share it here.

There was this woman who wasn't homeless because she had a big-ass suitcase as if she were traveling to France for a week. Obviously she was irritating the lab aide because of her nonstop questions about printing and stuff. She was a little on the heavier side, no offense to her, and had quite a noticeable limp. She wore a red shirt, and another colored shirt underneath because of the horrible weather. She wore black pants and tennis shoes, and I could swear she had a beltbag. Her hair wasn't that messy; it was alright.

Everytime she would pass by my computer, she would lean all of her body mass/weight/volume/everything by pushing down on the back of my chair for support I guess. I waited and waited til I could face her and say "Please stop touching my chair. It's really annoying". Just like the feeling you get when you're in the movies or in the plane and somebody is kicking the back of your chair. It was exactly like this.

I didn't have the heart to tell her though because she had a pretty nice smile for an older, limping woman. So I tolerated it every time she would push down my chair. I would turn to my shoulder to anticipate her next passing, and acknowledge the gesture I was sure to come in a few seconds.

Thank you for the people who constantly remind me that I don't walk out of certain situations on the losing end. I needed to hear that.

I love the fact that I have a backbone strong enough to fall on, with all the support I need. He gives it to me endlessly and selflessly. I needed to be reminded of that, and I am every time I look at his face. I love you, Pao. Happy monthsary! =)