
Share your thoughts and feelings, I’ll listen.


Share your thoughts and feelings, I’ll listen.


• Create a blog
° Do something you’re afraid of
° Write a letter for yourself and open it in 10 years
° Prank text/call a random number
° Go 24 Hours without Internet, Radio or Television and be productive
° Get a straight A’s in a semester
° Write a poem about a summary of your 2021
° Give your mom a message this Christmas


My life has been a roller coaster ride of memories and emotions, because I am a human that like everyone else, has limitations and possibilities. My physicality is a natural human limitation. And for that, I can’t be a fairy like what I dreamt to be when I was a kid. As I grow older, I discover talents and skills such as dancing, being good at academic, friendly, and more. It made me happy of course that I have such skills, but I feel a little bit sad because I am bad at arts like I couldn’t even draw a decent human figure. So I came for a realization that you can’t be good at everything, nobody is perfect indeed. I remembered this one time, where I am so enticed at watching dramas and playing online games that I sleep late and eat late, and days after, I got sick. Again, I realized that we have limitations as humans. We can’t do everything we want to do, we are human who have to take care of our health. Also, though I am always thankful for my characteristics–physical features because these are what makes me unique and beautiful, I grew up in the judgmental society where almost everyone were question for their looks , and even for their status. But now, I learned that regardless of what is one’s status in this world, if one holds a power by being rich, or no matter how someone looks like, we are all still a human that have limits, we will grow older and die eventually. But now that I’m still living, I just take my limitations as motivation to do better for the things that I am capable to do as a human or my possibilities.
As we have a limitations, there are human possibilities as well. Everyday that I wake up, I take that as one of my possibilities. Human possibilities mean our involvement in the world despite our limitations. For me, my possibilities as a student aside from my talents and skills are: I developed my cognitive aspect that I get to perceive things abstractically; I get to know things in terms of political, law, and other social issues, and speak up my opinions regarding those. And the ability to learn new things that could help in my everyday living. Also, I have found the meaning of my life which is to be happy and to reach my dream profession to help others, I think that it is one of my possibilities too, that I get to know my purpose in life and my reason to keep going
Life’s unfair, it’s maddening
The world is toxic,I can’t breathe
I spend more and more time at my desk these days, doing everything from preparing the family taxes to working on this blog. Because of this, my workspace is constantly changing. Holding the clutter at bay is challenging, so I prefer to keep nearby only a few quality items that serve multiple purposes over a stockpile of things I might never need.
My planner is one of those simple ring binder journals you can pick up from any stationery supplies store. White paper. No ruled lines to cage my venturesome handwriting and doodling. I’m an obsessive note-taker and fill pages to the margins with to do lists, rough sketches, and ideas for blog posts. I usually go through one planner every month.
Who me? Organized? My husband might tell you otherwise, but I do find it hard to keep track of our weekly schedule. You know: school, swimming, grocery shopping, tidying up, paying bills, remembering appointments and so on. Fortunately, in our house we all pitch in. No one person does everything. But we do have a little secret that helps our day run more smoothly.
There are millions of tips out there on how to fly with kids, what to bring on camping vacations, which suitcase to buy, where to go and what to see in just about every corner on Earth. What I want to share today is something a little different – something that we discovered last summer during a family hike in the Appalachians.