Currently on a gap year.
Chronically on an endless marathon for my dreams and goals in life.
Registered nurse. Writer. Aspiring cardiothoracic surgeon. Bibliophile. Music geek+snob. I write to save myself, read and collect books, make art on my spare time, hope that I can achieve intimacy versus isolation and believe, in the grandest scheme of all things, that a balance between the heart and the mind is possible and that hot air balloons, yellow submarines, rainbow-bred unicorns, post-apocalyptic romances, my faith in God and the idea of you and I will always, always, always prevail.
These are the stories I write and this is my story. Someday, I will travel and change the world. Teal is (now) my favorite color.
This is easy as lovers go
So don’t complicate it by hesitating
And this is wonderful as loving goes
This is tailor-made
What’s the sense in waiting?
As Lovers Go, Dashboard Confessional
I didn’t know which would come first: a broken mouse or Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Here is the best I can do.
Oh yay! Survivor Season 3 tribes are already up. Hi Jalapoa tribe!
We will recover
The worst is over, now
All those fires we’ve been walking through
And still we survive, somehow
We will recover
The worst is behind
And it hurts
But in time, I know that we will recover
Recover, Natasha Bedingfield
adj: very brave and willing to risk being in dangerous situations
one of the most beautiful words in the English dictionary
If anything, I want to embody this word.
a : cut short or apart in performing : disconnected
b : marked by short clear-cut playing or singing of tones or chords <a staccato style>
one of my favorite words, not because of definition but because of the sound it makes as it rolls off your tongue
We’ll take whatever shot at happiness life can offer us.
Hot chocolate has been one of my best friends lately. I’d have it once a day on erratic times: early in the morning or in the middle of the day or in the sweltering hot afternoon or late late late at night when everyone else in the world is sound asleep. (Favorites: Swiss Miss Marshmallow Lovers and Starbucks Signature Hot Chocolate)
Dear new travel toothbrush, I’d like to go to more places with you. Take me everywhere. Love, Wanderlost.
GRANOLA BARS! WHAT IS A WORLD WITHOUT GRANOLA BARS?! I wouldn’t know because in my big, sad, and happy world, there are granola bars.
They are little things but they are happy things.
- Me: So, let's just Skype later or call or whatever okay?
- Best Friend: Okay, around ten? I'll call you first--
- Me: No! It's okay. Just call anytime. I'll just be here staring at my phone all night.
- Best Friend: Don't do that! That just seems miserable.
If I wasn’t in love with him before, I definitely am now.
This is the hero’s journey, right? The hero starts out with no money and ends up with a lot of it, or starts out an ugly duckling and becomes a beautiful swan, or starts out an awwkard girl and becomes a vampire mother, or grows up an orphan living under the staircase and then becomes the wizard who saves the world. We are taught that the hero’s journey is the journey from weakness to strength. But I am here today to tell you that those stories are wrong. The real hero’s journey is the journey from strength to weakness.
I pray for tomorrow. I pray that the elections will be peaceful and safe for the entire country. I pray for every single citizen in this country. I am not praying for anybody in particular to win. I am just praying that God will guide the Filipino people to put the right people into office.
After all, we accept the good governance we think we deserve.