I am lucky to have great friends.

Everyone has different sets of friends, and different level of closeness. Those who you can bare your soul to and share secrets with. Those who you’d bare your soul to but won’t tell them any secrets because you are afraid you’d hurt them in the process. Those who you’d see once a year, and yet you can turn to at any moment for excellent guidance and advice, and they’d come through for you. Those who you party with and you know they’d hold you hair back while you puke, or guard the bathroom when the door wouldn’t close, but you can’t really share much with them because neither one of you would remember it the next day, or you’d share everything with them because neither one of you would remember it the next day. Those whose company you enjoy so much yet there was not much in common except for the hours of good times spent.

Etc.

I’ve got them all. And I couldn’t ask for more.

It hasn’t been an easy year for me, this 2005. I know, it’s not even a month yet. There are a lot of changes I am going through in my life, emotionally and otherwise. It has seem that I have lost myself somewhere in the past few years, and now I am in search of it again.

I have returned to dance, my first love. Music, my solace, my home, has become a strange place, but I am still going there because it still brings me joy like nothing else. I have picked up writing again as well.

These are the elements of me. And there are more of me I have yet to let fly.

And you, my friends, have aided me along in your own ways.
For those with whom I have shared the joy (Yey, Leinart!), melancholy, and anger and frustration, especially since the beginning of this year, I am forever in your debt. Your kind words of wisdoms and gentle encouragements work wonders for my weary soul.