Quote from the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

A batchmate from college recently passed away. We weren’t friends, but people are sometimes united because of the oddest reasons.

She was weird and did things other people regarded as outrageous, and her fuck-you attitude became a a reason for many people (me included) to judge her. But she always did her thing anyway, and this I admired her for.

We were classmates for three years but the only times we talked was way back when I was going through a tough time in school, and recently because of something that both of us experienced. She did something for me, something I’ve always wanted to do for her too but always changed my mind about. I regret that now. I take comfort in the thought that perhaps, by talking with her about that thing that we were both going through, I made her feel a little less alone.

I know she’s in a better place now. Probably having tons of fun and basking in eternal sunshine.

In a month or so, summer will be here and then it’s time for some fun under the sun! I have some really awesome summer trips lined up, but for now I must save save save. Lately I’ve been sleeping as late as 3am, exhausting, but it’ll all be worth it when we get there.

Thanks to everyone who liked this photo.

I used to make stuff out of polymer clay every free minute I get, and because of the lack of proper equipment (and the funds to get them), I stopped. And I miss it like you wouldn’t believe–I miss making little cupcakes and bears and hearts, I miss shaping the clay with my hands, I miss making every detail as perfect as possible.

I’m not very proud of the photo I used in this entry (obvz an epic lightbox fail), but I am rather proud of the winged heart pendant I used–which is something I made myself.

Soyah, make that another thing to check off my 2010 to-do list.

Cliche cliche cliche but as it turns out, cliches become cliches because they are true. Laughter really is the best medicine, and every person should have at least one person who can make him laugh like there is no tomorrow. Like, Coke-spraying-out-of-your-nose laugh. Yep. Coz otherwise all the craziness and the fucked-up shit in this world will drive you insane.

I’m lucky to have found friends who are blessed with the ability to find hilarity in the most mundane, everyday things.

Are you?

You should be.

Ever felt like just dropping everything and sailing away to a place where it’s just you, the sun, the sand, and the sea?

So. This is what, you know, quarter life and shit, really feels like. Everyone I know is headed somewhere–rasing kids, building families, settling into office careers, diving into business ventures, and whatnot–and I still feel like the kid who held a pen in her hand, scanning the courses our school offered, and not knowing what the heck to put down in the “First Choice” field of my college entrance exam form.

I turn 25 this year (ack!), and for me that means </frolicking>, if that indeed is what I’ve been doing since I graduated. I told myself I wanted a chance to enjoy first, to squander the money I make however I want, whenever I want. And when I reach 25, work and saving and life becomes serious bizniz.

I really don’t know where to start. I wish I can download some sort of e-book on How to Live Your Life Properly or some other crap like that, but we all know it doesn’t work that way. The only way to do this thing, and do it well, is to take leaps of faith–eyes closed, fingers crossed. Both feet, Humphrey.

2010 brings a lot of promise. I can soar or I can fall flat on my face, I can’t really tell for sure. I want to say and to believe that it’s all up to me. Perhaps it is. Perhaps it’s time to leave the safety of my nest and really learn to fly.

I’m happy we got to spend our New Year here, which is our first in this neighborhood. It reminds me a lot of how my hometown celebrated the coming of a new year: everyone’s outside, screaming, making noises, lighting firecrackers, kids jumping about, and teens turning up their speakers. And of course, the fireworks. I need not say much. Pretty much anyone who knows me well knows how much I love them, and the fascination that I hold for them. For me, fireworks are lit to cheer me up. And they never fail.

I’ve expressed my sentiments about how the previous year is an epic fuck-up, and I’m a little surprised to see so many people echo my views. I probably should have guessed: this year brought a lot of tragedies that it makes one wonder why the forces of whatever’s out there is hell bent on taking a huge, steaming dump on the Philippines. But my reasons for wanting to end 2009 are more selfish. I guess, in some ways, everyone else’s reasons are a little selfish too.

But New Years are always happy: they symbolize what everyone needs a little dose of, sometimes–a new beginning. A clean slate. A fresh start. Never mind that anyone can have these anytime they want. Sometimes people need something to remind them that all the mistakes and hardships and shit will definitely end, that everything will end all right. That after this one last night, everyone gets a do-over.

Happy New Year guys. Let’s make this one rock!