Journal
Welcome to my Journal—a space where I capture moments, thoughts, and little pieces of everyday life. Here you’ll find my reflections, musings, and stories from the heart, all written as honestly as I live them. Whether it’s a fleeting feeling or a lasting lesson, this is where I write it down, one entry at a time.
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A question came up tonight that carried more weight than it pretended to. It was phrased lightly, almost like a thought experiment. What do you do when the choice is between taking a chance or ruining the friendship. That phrase stayed with me. Ruin the friendship. It sounded less like a possibility and more like… Read more
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We went to a local coffee shop called Good Habits Coffee in Paseo Arcenas. Of course, matcha. It was after walking around the area for a bit. I love it there coz it’s cold. The kind that makes you want to jog even if you did not plan to. It was also the first time someone checked… Read more
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I used to live by ‘come what may, if it’s for me, it’s for me.’ I let life unfold around me and accepted whatever arrived. But lately, I’ve discovered the thrill of actually wanting something… and doing something about it. I’m moving muscles I didn’t know I had: speaking my desires, imagining them clearly, throwing them into… Read more
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Went out to jog with friends tonight.They jogged. I walked. My head has been foggy lately and I did not realize how much I needed to move. Even just walking helped. Breathing helped. Being outside helped. I joked, “Bakit tayo umabot sa ganito?” because we used to just eat and sit and talk. Now we… Read more
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Tonight, a realization dawned on me as I spent time with a friend. She spoke about suicide, not casually or carelessly, but with seriousness and compassion. She talked about the kind of friends she wants to have and choose to stay with, the ones who care deeply, who take mental health seriously, and who show… Read more
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I did not process the breakup right away. December was too full. The holidays were overwhelming and I was holding on to my manuscript like it was the only steady thing I had. I kept moving because I had to. I did not give myself the time to sit with what ended. Now that things… Read more
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I would have accepted a no, a maybe next time, even a tired emoji. What hurt was the absence of basic courtesy. Being left on read in a shared space feels like being erased mid-sentence. This moment clarified something I’ve been circling for a while. I’ve been meeting people with thoughtfulness while quietly accepting avoidance… Read more
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Lately, I have been sitting with the idea that expectation often grows in the same places where effort has been quietly given. I tend to show up fully, in my work, in my presence, in the way I create for people. Time, energy, intention. These are not casual things for me. I often give them… Read more
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I cringe when my old self romanticized time machines. I used to believe that going back would fix what went wrong, as if love only needed better timing or a second try to become whole. I thought the past was something I could revisit and rearrange, not something I needed to grieve. What we forget… Read more
