(was supposed to post this last night but internet connection was being a bitch so… here’s my post 1 day later)

My sister left for Canada 4 hours ago. She’s probably somewhere in HKIA right now waiting for her connecting flight to board. I asked her to eat Chicken Rice for me.

The house is so quiet it’s depressing. I’ve started to move in to her room. Cleared out some of her old stuff that she didn’t want to be shipped to her along with some of her clothes/shoes/bags/books. I have yet to figure out where to put her school stuff (books,papers,notes) that we didn’t want to throw out. Right now, her floor is covered with plastic bags filled with trash while my room is a calamity area full of her things (as well as mine) to be stowed. I haven’t transfered my clothes and books yet.

I’m posting this from her room. Which is now technically, my room.

I think the reason why I’m 10x sadder than I ought to be is because she and I haven’t been close til after I graduated college. Before that we were always fighting and I refused to tell her anything. I always saw her to be the “perfect daughter” that I always get compared to. And for the longest time, I thought she hated me. Suffice to say, we didn’t use to get along.

Fast forward to after college, she was the only person I could ask about finding work, borrow interview clothes from, and count on to be objective about stuff. I realized just then that being “on my side” didn’t necessarily mean sharing the same opinions I had. It was only then did I accept that she knew more than I did and that she wasn’t so bad after all.

And since then she’s been my favorite travel, food trip, shopping, movie, true blood marathon, etc etc etc – buddy.

I know I should be happy for her. She’s got loads of opportunities waiting for her in Canada. She’s on her own, and has tons of adventures to look forward to.

And I am. I am happy for her.

I just can’t help but feel lonely and sad for myself.

So I guess this brings me to my goal. CANADA and GREECE 2012! I can’t very well let her have all the fun.

cheers to my sister who’s off having a grand adventure.

The sun is up, The sky is blue — with the occasional rain shower.

Pinky was here and once again childhood memories of going to village basketball games, buying isaw, bullying other people, and pretentious people have been discussed over dinner, beer and sweat stains.

For awhile there, I was hopeful. We talked about adventures with heavy backpacks and ratty maps and loose changes in our pockets. It all seemed so –real. Like it could happen any day we wanted it to. She always makes me feel that the glass is half full.

I went to see other friends last week, 2 weeks ago, last Saturday. Some are getting married. Some are flying off to other countries to try their luck. Some still trying to figure out their lefts from their rights.

Some were mistakes – I shouldn’t have gone to see them.

And then of course there were some that I wished I have taken the time off to see sooner. Or not…

You have made me smile again
In fact, I might be sore from it
It’s been a while
I know we’ve been together many times before
I’ll see you on the other side

But my friends are awesome, especially the ones who feed you spicy adobo, give you birthday presents 3 months too late, sing “Jessie’s Girl” and “Total Eclipse of The Heart” with you, and talk to you about problems that are 6 years old (probably older but you’ve only known them for 6 years). And most especially the ones you can text in the middle of the night about movies that make you cry and girls you hate.