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Per Ardua Ad AstraIt'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. =)
I guess having lost my entire sidebar will not work for me, but it's no reason either to start anew. =)
I am Jik. I believe in miracles, and I believe in hope. I am not prude nor old-fashioned even though I believe that Love is very real and that it governs the world. I am not selfish even though I may be materialistic. I am not weak even though I sometimes crumble down to my knees. I am not poor even though I have very little in my bank account. I try to embody what courage is all about and I try to do everything in spontaneity. I invest a whole lot of passion in anything I do, and I am and always will be a dreamer. I admire people who uphold their beliefs in life, as I try to do so myself. I always strive for the perfection of character, and make myself into the person I want to become. I seek for the greater scheme of things, the tapestry of how everything falls into an exquisite, sublime plan. And my greatest fortune is having found the secret of my life. This I intend to share with all of you someday.
Makulit. Malikot. Mababaw. I'm thumbelina, sweetie, choknat, bitch, bastard, bruhilda, gaga, bubwit, baby, hoebag, dumbass, jiffy, jikinini, jikydoodles, gicgic, jikulit, jikywiky, jikaru, jikers, jikee, jikijik, jikjik, jik, jixie, jikita, jikita banana, jikitita, jikaboo, or what have you. I'm the Jik you know and ever will know.