So I should probably talk about myself once in a while.

Like the traditional Ifugao dress says, the white stripe on my skirt says I'm the richest b*tch in the bunch. I hope it would prove to be true in a few years time.

I just took a trip alone to the Banaue mountains. Not literally, but, I joined in the trip without having to know anyone on the first night. Time to brush up on some "Friendship" skills. It was stress relieving somewhat, knowing a new set of people. And humbling that they were all calling me "Ate" (older sister).

And during that trip, I found something I wished I could pass on to my children:

I wished from the bottom of my heart that pollution would not come for this land in 20 years. Not until my children see it. Selfish, but what should I wish for instead, world peace?

I just turned 21 last March 26. Somebody should have pinched me, so that I could feel something. It was weird not having to feel any different on a birthday.

I could not celebrate because I had no money. My very generous father had given me loads of money but I spent it on a very guilty pleasure, buying kitchenware. Now I'm skin and bones (lie) and crawling for food (truth).

This whole time, I'd been agonizing about my thesis, and it seemed it would not end, but hey, it did. Seriously, all that emotional trouble for nothing. That's it?

[Gladiator Russel Crowe voice] Are you not entertained?! [/end Russel Crowe voice]

But it seemed they were not. I passed, but I can't graduate due to some long -a;osdkfjasd;lfjiasdopij rt;oafj;kj- story. I'm tired having to repeat it every single time. I should just write it in some website and link to it every time someone asks me "why?" Could everyone do me a favor and not ask? I'm in the type of mood where I could shoot people.

And because of all this uncertainty and confusion, I do not know what my future will be. I have my plans, and a serious shouting+nagging+talk about life once in a while from parents may be a good thing (although it still sucks to sit through it all).

It might be cliche but what can I really do but keep my head up?

When the fog lifts, I realize that Life is Beautiful, after all.

Okay, that was really cheesy.