It’s all good…

It’s a wonderful week. My bestfriend just gave birth to her first baby, a healthy baby girl. A close friend and his wife are now pregnant with their first child. My first week at my new work just started. Seems like it’s a beautiful week of new beginnings, indeed. Perhaps it’s a good sign. The universe is telling me that there’s that beautiful future waiting ahead, and maybe I’m already headed in the right direction.

And, Christmas is just around the corner. I could already feel the cool evening breeze while I was walking home. It’s just 38 days to go.

2012 is my year. I have claimed this perhaps for the last 5 years of my life. Although I know it’s an impossibility to have 12/12/12 as my wedding day (12 is my favorite number, but there’s no one to marry yet), and things have not been all bright and shiny this year, I still claim 2012 to be my year. I still got around 44 days to go to make it count.

Dear universe, please keep conspiring. I think we’re getting there, where we ought to be.


100-mylene-dizonOne lonely evening when I had all the time to myself and not the drive to do anything else, I decided to be the couch princess. I turned on the TV and came upon this relatively recent Filipino movie on Cinema One. It could be that it has just started when I saw it, but the first few scenes I saw glued me to the screen until the movie finished.

The title of the movie is “100”, starring Mylene Dizon. It was about a single woman in her mid-30s who has found out that she has advanced cancer and had roughly 3 months left to live. Knowing this and accepting it, she started to write on post-its everything she wanted to do before she dies, and she tried to do all those things one by one, taking each finished task off her wall after accomplishing them.

The most difficult things for her to do were to tell the people around her that she was dying. Although she had already accepted it, it was an entirely different thing to make other people accept it. One of the best people in her life was her best friend, who after uncontrollably sobbing upon knowing about her fate, finally just gave in to her request to just spend the rest of her days having fun with her.

Maybe most will think it’s like the usual “Bucket List” movies, but I would think it accomplished a lot more than that. In the popular Bucket List movie, the story was about a much older guy who may have accomplished a lot of what he wanted to do with his life already. But in “100”, it was about a woman in the prime of her career, haven’t even gotten the chance to find a partner in life and settle down. On the contrary, she has also lost her father just a few years before, also to cancer, and had a “love of her life” that can never be hers.

The movie expressed a lot about tying loose ends, seizing each and every moment, and realizing what is important and essential. In a lot of ways it came close to my heart. There was something so real about each and every thing she was doing, about every little thing that she writes down and decides to do, and about how the people around her were reacting.

Perhaps such a dreary movie? Understandably, I never saw this movie distributed commercially. It was something that wasn’t too appealing to the Filipino movie-going public, most of whom would rather watch about cheesy pickup-lines and happy-endings. Let’s admit it, it’s really hard to sell meaningful and really meaty movies and story-lines as a commercial Filipino movie, unless they find a way to have happy endings with the protagonist not dying in the end. However, I always wonder when the Filipino movie-goers would be mature and ready for wonderful movies such as these. Critical movies need not tackle the most horrid, or the poorest, or the most shameful things in life or in the society. Sometimes things as real and as simple as these can make really good movies too.

Kudos to the director/writer Chris Martinez, the lead Mylene Dizon, and the entire cast. I know this was released in 2008, but I hope it’s not too late to find and watch the movie, and give a full bow of respect to all of you.

Best Friend

Waiting to meet up with my two bestest buddies of my entire life. Let’s just say that I didn’t really have a choice when it came to my best friends, I was sort of born with them already. Best friends from the womb as we say, and rightly so. Our mothers were first cousins, and they lived in the same compound before we were born, until around 10 years after. Lyn is 6 months older than me, and Ynna 6 months younger, and they are sisters. That pretty much spelled out the friendship that started between us way before we could even walk and talk.

Ten years of living in adjacent apartment units. We only went to the same school during Nursery and Kinder, and separated to different schools after. But the moment that school is over, we would practically crash into each others house, or better yet, play outside our houses yet still in the safety of the apartment driveway until our parents come home from work. A short novel won’t be able to encapsulate all my memories with them. But of course, things change, people move, and little girls also grow up. At 10 years old, my parents already bought their own house, and so we moved away. Perhaps that moment until this moment shows how the best friendship should be – never-changing.

After separate gradeschools and highschools, we somehow found ourselves “together” in the same university – UP of course! However, we were in completely different colleges and I didn’t really see much of them. Not that I needed to. It was nice to run into them now and then, find their car in the parking and leave some post-its to tell them that I was there.

Then we graduated. Lyn went to med school, Ynna did freelance work, and I started my life as a corporate slave.

All these years, we wouldn’t say that all we had were each other. We were never all over each other’s lives (except maybe while we were toddlers?). We had other best friends or close friend in the different stages of our lives. And we were never exactly the same person as the other. In fact, we grew up to be much different in many ways. But our friendship, trust, and love for each other never changed. I love them completely. Just in case my whole world falls and I am left hopeless, I know they will always be there for me.

I’m meeting up with them in a bit to catch up, to reminisce, and everything in between.