I really hate moving out and transferring to a new apartment. But I need to. Nearer to school, nearer to family. But seeing tons of things to pack - mostly books, papers and crap (just cant throw them!)- make me cringe. Awwwwwww!!!!

I am not a fan of boxing, but when it is national pride that is at stake, I would trade any other activity (or date) for a match. So there I was glued on TV watching our own Manny Pacquiao battle the great Marco Barrera. Bear with the punches, the jabs. Like so many others here, I cheered him on. Of course, Manny won via a TKO in the 11th round. What a win for the underdog! When he came back, he was welcomed a hero.

Manny's feat provided a respite to endless negative news that seem to be the order of the time. Manny became a hero to a country which lacks one. Manny became a rallying point. Mannny provided the entertainment for a country which needs to be happy and proud.

Many times, some complete strangers just make my day. Just today, I was waiting for a cab when a woman, a cigarette vendor, approached me and told me that my collar is not properly fixed. And she fixed it. Wow, I was hesistant at first but she gave me a sincere smile which made me comfortable with her.

Sometime back, during a protest rally, an old man who was not part of the event, offered me bottled water (how did he know I won't accept tap water?!hehehe)and it was just what my companions and I needed.

Everytime a stranger lends a hand, gives me a warm smile or even offers a seat in a public transpo, my day is made. Life is indeed beautiful.