Finally had a little time in my hands, ergo some updates. One week down. Queen city of the South. Torrential rains. I couldn't be any more bushed than I currently am right now. Moving residence is definitely top in my list for most strenuous activities one can go through. It's very prolonged; and the chores you thought you'd never do again, like wiring the aircon (Aside: among other things, and did I just forget about the aircon frame that we hacked??), well...you end up doing them anyway. It's by God's grace that I haven't felt the flu creeping in yet. Maybe it'll never get the chance to.Special thanks go to my in-laws, who went with us and carried some of our hand-carried items, to Papa Jun, who's always ready to pick us up from the port whenever we're in the area, (Aside: guess what, we're settling down here, but I still hope he'd keep doing this until I get a car to do this myself...soon.) and to my parents and brother, who lent us a few (and very important) items to get us by while I pay off the fridge and aircon.Papa's out of practice. It's funny because it seemed like we changed roles already; him assisting me. I'm thankful he stayed up late just to make sure we finished wiring the darn thing. It was so stiffling hot and we needed some cooling so we'd get to sleep already.Anyway, I'm up to my neck with work already. It's just one project for now, but I'm still trying to adjust to a predominantly Windoze environment. I got a go-ahead from the boss, so I'm going GNULinux over the weekend. Bliss!
Each year, on Valentine's day, I usually surprise my darling wife with a letter/card, or a bouquet of roses. As it was a yearly thing, I knew she sort of expected these surprises; she'd look surprised, but I knew she wasn't really. Occasionally, she does get surprised. Like that time back in Cebu when I bought her a rather intricate bouquet of flowers. Her head spun when she found out how much I paid for it. Surprise! This year, however, is different. I was not able to prepare anything for her. I didn't get her anything, thinking that I'd just make up for it with dinner, or something. Yes, I didn't plan for this and I feel lousy actually. Last night, after my daughter gave me and my wife her home-made Valentine greeting cards, my wife started chiding me about what I was going to give her the next day. I gave her my usual "I'm not telling" smile and silently kicked myself. I wished I already had something ready, and I found myself already longing fo
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