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i'm a picky eater. animal lover. i eat spaghetti once a week. won't last a day without music. i love walking. i don't think being alone is weird.INCUBUS is more than just a band. you know you love me. I'm a big SHINee fan. I'm in love with Onew and his sangtae. I speak Filipino, English and Modern Korean <3

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A whole new world… <3 

Every day since that morning we started talking to each other…

Since that day… at 5:00 in the morning… when you started to introduce your world to me… was never like any other morning I had before. 

Finally, after a long time… I’ve found something constant happening in my life… and its talking to you every day. 

and i think that’s why I am so afraid when I realize that I do like you. 

and when that time came, that I found myself drifting away from you, I was surprised… because unlike how I usually push myself away from people, I decided not to go away. 

If one day I get hurt from whatever it is that we have… 

whatever it is that keeps us connected despite the land and seas that physically separates us.. 

There’s no one to blame but me. 

I choose to stay. 

I chose to keep our connection. 

Because for the first time, in a looooong time, I found someone who makes me want to wake up and look forward to hours of talking and being thankful that I’m alive. 

You’ve made me become thankful that I am alive. 

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I LOVE MY BOSS…

I am a nursing graduate. I am a registered nurse. I have both hospital experience and home care experience. 

But I work as an Editorial Assistant for one of the noted and peer reviewed medical journals in the Philippines. 

Why did I get hired? Purely on recommendations and confidence that I can really do editorial work without formal and actual experience. 

When it comes to research, journal work and basically publishing work, my only experience is that of a writer. I write. And I write from the heart. Not medical journal stuff writing, but feature writing. I can’t even brag about my news writing skills because I totally lack all the skills. 

But I love to write. There is nothing else in the world that makes me heart flutter than that of the thought that I could actually write stories and inspire other people. 

But recently, I realized I do lack formal writing skills and I only base my work on experience and gift/talent. Which I clearly should change. 

I made a lot of mistakes in copy reading one paper and publishing a really miserable version of the article last December. I don’t wanna blame other people and I just really want to admit that it was me who overlooked the typographical errors and spacing and all editorial work, but my boss didn’t even press on me. She even said that the mistake was on the authors’ part and not ours. She is one amazing boss. She never gets angry at me and she believes in what I can do for the journal and trusts me completely. 

WOW. I am blessed beyond measure. I was placed here, instead of a hospital or any work close to Nursing for that matter, for a reason and I won’t stop til I get there. To that place where I would really be happy in. 

I’m so thankful. :)

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Because no one seems to care.

Its funny. Because as far as I can remember, I was always there for everyone who needed me. But wow, I honestly couldn’t think of someone who could be with me whenever I needed someone. It doesn’t really have to be someone specific but its ironic how there seems to be no one available whenever I need someone. 

They don’t even need to listen to my problems. They just have to be there. 

I felt friendless today.. If you’re my friend and you’re reading this, maybe its time you reach out to me even if you don’t need anything. Cause the truth is, you only reach out to me whenever you need something. 

Don’t even try to tell me that you think I’m someone who doesn’t need someone. Because we all know that I do. All of us do. 

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For the love of singing…

I don’t exactly know when I started singing. 

People usually say that it runs in the blood. I guess it does. I received my first piano lesson at 3 years old from my grandma who passed on to me maybe a hundred year-old piano from Germany. 

My parents allowed me to watch ONLY Disney movies and Sesame Street. And we all know how musical those were. 

I remember singing the songs from the Sound of Music ever since I was little. I loved “rain drops on roses and blue satin sashes…” although it didn’t quite register to me yet what those words meant or if I was singing the right notes. 

I know I disliked singing solo up in front. My dad made me go up the podium to sing in church and I would wail like a siren in opposition. I joined my first choir when I was 6. I basically joined because all of my friends were there. 

I also sang in the high school choir, but as for experience, that’s basically it. I never had voice lessons. I never had someone teaching me how to make my voice louder or how to make it softer or how to bring it up to my palette or how to do a falsetto and such. 

How does one know how to sing? 

Had this sudden urge of writing about singing because the choir I joined last 2011 is going to have it’s 6th anniversary concert on Sunday. I don’t exactly know why I was appointed to be a 1st soprano when I didn’t even audition for the choir. After 2 weeks of practice, I was allowed to sing with the choir and actually sang as high as the high G. 

I don’t know why I can sing now. I don’t know how on earth I can sing as good as the members of this choir does. But one thing’s for sure. It’s a God-given talent. I would never in my own capabilities be able to sing with such a hardworking choir if God didn’t want me to sing. 

YOU CAN’T SING? 

Says who? :)

Come see us on July 28, 2013 7pm at the Philippine Publishing House Church and be blessed :) 

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I missed you

I squint my eyes in front of the monitor at 10 am. I didn’t exactly think I would be this lazy at this age. 24. I have so much energy inside my head but I don’t really transform them into actions these days. I knew I’d still be the curious, independent and adventure-seeking person I always was. But at 24, I feel under accomplished. They say it’s normal. They say not to panic. They say just go on and have the time of your life. But am I really having the time of my life?

 

I guess I can proudly say that I’ve done things my way since I graduated some three years ago. It’s not like I wasted all those years. Many people think I found a job faster than everyone else. Many think that I’m utilizing my time in the most industrious way. But how come I don’t feel satisfied?

In 3 years, I had 2 jobs. I’ve travelled fairly enough both in and out of the country. In 3 years, I’ve changed into someone I can be proud of myself. In three years, I’ve made so many friends that make my life so colorful that I can’t imagine life without them.

But this crisis, this quarter-life crisis the experts refer to, is it really just a crisis? Is it okay for me to embrace it and not resolve it too fast?

I hate being told what to do, but then I don’t really know what to do. All I know is that I’m not ready for a serious relationship even though everyone suggests that I meet someone already since time is ticking for a girl like me. I know that I should start my graduate studies NOW.

The desire to be far away from everything I have now still lingers. To go somewhere no one else I know has gone to. To have a different experience. To go abroad and not go to places that usual tourists go to. To eat the food that not everyone tries when they go to foreign countries.

I’m surprised at how I managed to write this in less than 5 minutes.

I guess I missed writing. J

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