I was supposed to entitle this post as "No Passion Fruit". However, I changed my mind in a snap. It looked so corny and makes no sense at all. So, I decided to entitle this as it is ( Read more... )

There were a lot of problems that I have faced over the years-failure, disappointment, regret, melancholy, insecurity and whatever negative adjective I could fill in. Sometimes, I think that I'm never going to be good enough in the eyes of everybody. I also think I would never have a place in this world. All the angst I'm feeling is mainly because ( Read more... )

My entire life has been acquainted with healthcare. Who wouldn't get much exposure if you're parents are part of it? Plus, I've lived a couple of years in the hospital. It's not because I was sick. It's because my parents were always on call (even in the middle of the night), and it would be much better to live there instead ( Read more... )

Success is measured by age. At early 20s (like me), there's not much to write on your resumé that's something ludicrous. It's the time when our minds are still fickle. We explore until we finally reach utopia. Therefore, it isn't the time to blow trumpets off ( Read more... )

I'm charged up a little bit since I had siesta for 3 hours. I think I deserve to get some sleep, despite of my not-so-bum life ( Read more... )

I just don't care whatever comes into my life-opportunities, problems, flustering moments and whatnot. I promised to myself I will not engage in any expectations this year. This isn't the time to put so much stress either. "Go with the flow" is my motto of the year ( Read more... )

My friends started working last year. As they enjoy life to the fullest by becoming professionals and of course persons earning money, they are also trying to do more than they are capable of. They even think of getting a masters degree. In this generation that we live in, it's getting harder squeezing ourselves into the world for a financially ( Read more... )

I've been getting lazy as hell writing stuff. I saw my friend's planner which was turned into a journal-slash-scrapbook one. It was all colorful, vivid and cute. And I just remembered a journal that I bought a year ago. Since it was all nothing but cute doodles, I decided to turn that into a planner, containing calendar, side notes and whatnot. I ( Read more... )

All of us are afraid of something. Don't deny it, sweetie; we all are. That weak spot in us is the culprit of vulnerability. The more vulnerable we are, the more effed up we become. We're all bound to get a negative feedback once our weakness or fear has been laid out. The last thing we could do is move on ( Read more... )

While the class discussion was going on, I mulled over my capabilities. Perhaps, the right word to describe my current situation is pressured. I should perform the way professionals do. I shouldn't be scared on what life will bring me ( Read more... )