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Roasts Over Roses: How I Show I Care

My love language, though unconventional, manifests through light teasing and playful banter. It's the kind of gentle mockery that only truly makes sense when affection is involved. If I like someone, I might jokingly call them odd or sneak a bite of their food. If I don’t feel that connection, I simply remain courteous. So, if you ever find yourself the subject of my playful remarks—consider it a compliment. It means you hold a special place in my heart."

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Love is an illness to a woman with goals

I came across a quote today that quietly shook something in me:

"Love is an illness to a woman with goals."

At first, it sounded extreme—maybe even cynical. But the more I sat with it, the more I understood what it meant. And in many ways, it echoed my own quiet truth.

I’ve never experienced the kind of love that most people glorify. You know the one—romantic, all-consuming, the type that sweeps you off your feet and makes you forget everything else. The kind of love people chase, sing about, cry over, and risk everything for.

And sometimes, I wonder why I never had that.

But then again, maybe I was never meant to have that kind of love—at least not yet.

Maybe it's because I didn’t grow up around that kind of love. I didn’t see it in my surroundings. I wasn’t raised to believe that romantic love was the ultimate goal. I was taught that life had battles, dreams, and responsibilities. That there’s a time for everything.

And above all, I was taught to hold on to faith—to trust in God’s timing, even when I don’t fully understand it.

Over the years, there have been people who came into my life, expressing affection, even love. Some of them may have been sincere, and I’m grateful for the courage they showed. But whenever someone confessed their feelings, I found myself pulling back.

I would respond with, “Di pa ko ready,” or “Focus sa ko sa skwela.”

And people might assume I was guarding my heart too tightly. But the truth is, I wasn’t avoiding love.

I was choosing alignment.

I was choosing God’s plan over my own impulses.

I’ve always believed that love—real love—is more than words, more than butterflies, more than flowers and sweet gestures. Because at the end of the day, love alone is not enough.

You need understanding, patience, maturity, direction—and most of all, God at the center. Without that, even the most passionate love can become a distraction instead of a blessing.

And I don’t want a love that pulls me away from my purpose.

I don’t want a relationship that clouds my judgment, dims my dreams, or causes me to compromise who I am and what I believe in.

I want a love that mirrors God’s love—steady, respectful, empowering.

A love that allows me to grow, to rest, to be vulnerable and strong at the same time.

A love that brings me closer to who God wants me to become.

Until that kind of love comes, if it’s in His will, I will continue to choose my path.

I will continue to choose my goals.

I will continue to choose God, above all.

Because when you’ve been held by God in your loneliest seasons, you’ll stop accepting halfway love. You’ll stop confusing attention for affection. You’ll stop begging for presence when you know God has never left you.

So no, I’ve never had the love that everyone talks about. The kind that makes people lose themselves in someone else.

But I have found something even more grounding—

A love from above that holds me, guides me, strengthens me, and reminds me that I am already enough.

And I believe... that when the time is right,

God will write a love story worth waiting for.

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The ones that slipped through my fingers

I saw the Architect Licensure Examination results today, and I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions—pride, joy, and a quiet ache deep within me. I find myself celebrating the victories of those who made it, not just because they deserve it, but because in some distant corner of my heart, this was once my dream too.

As a child, I would sit for hours with nothing but a pencil and a piece of paper, sketching little houses and imagining the lives that would unfold inside them. I was fascinated by space, by shapes, by how walls and windows could frame stories. I would look at buildings and imagine how I would’ve designed them differently. Back then, I was so sure—I wanted to be someone who designed homes, someone who turned ideas into places where people could belong. I wanted to be an architect.

But somewhere along the way, that spark faded. Or maybe it didn’t fade—I just had to let it go. Not because I stopped dreaming, but because life got in the way. Reality crept in slowly, in the form of financial limitations, lack of access, and the growing awareness that not all dreams are built on equal ground. When you're faced with the weight of responsibilities and the harshness of what you have versus what you need, sometimes you’re forced to choose the more practical path—even if your heart longs for something else.

Astronaut. Pilot. Architect. These weren’t just childhood answers to “What do you want to be when you grow up?” They were pieces of a bigger dream—the kind that lit up my imagination and made me believe I could reach for the stars, fly above the clouds, or build something beautiful from the ground up. They’re the dreams that didn’t make it past childhood, but never really left me either.

They’re my Roman Empire—the things I think about more often than I admit. The dreams that still visit me in quiet moments, when no one’s watching. The ones I grieve in silence, not because they failed me, but because life just had other plans.

Now, I sit and watch from the sidelines, a silent cheerleader for those who reached the finish line I once envisioned for myself. I celebrate them with genuine joy, because their success feels like a win for all of us who once dreamed the same dream. Their achievements remind me of the person I once was—the child who believed anything was possible with a pencil, a blank page, and a wild dream.

And maybe that’s enough for now. To have once dreamed big. To have once believed. To still feel something stir when I see others make it. Because once upon a time, that dream was mine too.

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how does it feels to have myself a friend like me?

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I want life that's simple

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Dear Reader

I was so down ka ganina tungod kay na delete ang tanang vids sa ako demo. So mao to naghilak jd kog taman kay sayang kaayo akong effort ato 😭 ug kapoy na sd kaayo mag balik ug demo. Nag breakdown na sd ko ganina hangtud na abot sa point nga gi question na nako akong gi piling course. I want to divert my attention para di ko mag sigeg overthink coz I know inig mag overthink ko, mu balik na sd tong past struggles nako. I watched reels on ig, talked to my cat but still naa ra japon. Then I went to my 2nd acc on ig. I open our very little convo. Ddto ning balik kog basa sa akong confession nya hahahaha tapos iyang reply sd hahahaha litchon na wa jd akong kaguol kay sige kog katawa hahahaha hah alright gikilig pd diay HAHAHA gikilig kog taman sa akong confession nabuang na mn dagwy ko HAHAHHH so mao to tungod pd ana, wa ko ka bantay nga na click diay nako ang video call button 😭😭😭 I WAS CALLING HIM!!!! It was an accident!!!! I didn't mean it 😭😭 dugay pa jd kaayo to nako napalong kay busy mn kos akong gibati HAHAHAH then the moment nga na realize nako akong nabuhat, namugnaw ko!!!!! Literal nga namugnaw! And my mind went blank which also the main reason nganong dugay nako na click ang cancel button HAHAHAH. After ato ako gi cancel dayun tapos, gi off ang data and gi uninstall ang ig HAHAHAHA then ddto ko naka realize nga sayop ako gibuhat HAHAHAHAH dapat nag deactivate ko before nako gi uninstall ang app aron di ma notify ddto sa iyaha 😭😭😭 Mao to ning log in kos browser, found out naka duha diay kog dial 😭😭😭 so mao to mangayo ra kog sorry wa na tuyo. But I guess di na nya to makit an kay nag deact na mn ko HAHAHHH

Indeed, na divert jd akong attention.

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Dear Reader

For the first time, I want to tell mama and so papa that I don't like my course. DI KO LAYHAN MAG EDUC MA! PA! 😭😭😭 PLSSS teaching is not really my passion 😭😭. I don't see myself wearing those uniforms and teaching kids or what. I just don't feel the burning desire to be an educator. 😭😭😭

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Dear Reader,

The videos of my demo teaching, which should be passed on Jan 3, have been deleted. Layhan ko mu ambak sa taytayan 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Dako kaayo ning problema 😭😭😭 kapoy na kaayo sigeg balik² 😭😭😭😭😭

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While scrolling in fb, I saw some of my fb friends celebrating Christmas with their whole fam. They eat, laugh, sing and dance, giving gifts, kisses and hugs, and took lots of pictures to remember. I want to experience that too, with my whole family. But everything changes now. Things are not the same way as they were before. And I should understand and accept that. Might do all of these things with the family I am going to make in the future.

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12- 17- 22

Dear Reader,

Long story short, I stayed home last night.

:(

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Dear Reader

I just wanna thank the Lord for being with me throughout the day, for giving me the strength and courage in making my day a productive one. Productive akong day Lord! I went to school safely, I have helped my cms with our proj sa purp com, successful among practice sa christmas dance namo, and I also aced our final exam sa Filipino hehe. I gained the highest score 64/70 and I am happy and proud sa ako self hahah wa gd koi tarung tuon ana kay na wad an kog gana mag tuon plus wa pa jd nag hatag si ma'am ug pointers hahaha pero naka highest score ko hahahhaah thank you Lord hehe bcos of that, our prof has something for me nga makuha nako this wednesday yeyyy! I really love surprises bsag dili halata hahaha. Unsa dagwy ihatag ni ma'am maytag cash hahah charot lang po. Bsag unsa pang ihatag ni ma'am, I will accept it wholeheartedly, bsag bato pa na nga gamay, dawaton jd nako, in ana ko ka sentimental nga tawo hayst.

Moreover, my heart is happy for today bsag sa news nga akong nabal an from my friends. I am proud to say nga wa ko na apiktuhan ato yey! And Lord, I just wanna say thank you kay successful ang performance sa first string last saturday night. I was not there, yet I was hoping naa ko ddto hahah busy para sa finals mn gd. However, Naka kita ko sa mga pictures and kontento nako hahah successful ilang performance and I can say they had fun. This saturday night puhon ra jd ko makalantaw ana ilang performance kay la libertad ra and it would be my first time but sadly, the last. I'm looking forward to it.

<3

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Dear Reader,

Mu sayaw mi sa guihulngan gym tomorrow kay apil mn ang sfc sa event and for sure daghan kaayong tawo ana. 9am mag blocking mi sa gym then 6pm start sa event. Kinda nervous bcos honestly, performing in front of a large crowd is not really my thing. Kung ako lang pabut-on oi di jd ko mu adto, pero attendance is a must mn so dapat naa jd ko ddto 😭😭. Mu uli ko after sa among performance ang problema lang pd kay ang kasakyan 😭 abot mn daw mig 2am 😭😭 hellppp

<3

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A Book A Day Keeps The Pressure Away!

“Books are good company, in sad times and happy times, for books are people – people who have managed to stay alive by hiding between the covers of a book.”E.B. White

Pressure. I'm sure we've all encountered it at some point in our lives, which is why I'd want to discuss it. In this blog, I hope to share my personal way on how I live my life free from emotional pressure that afflicts me. Pressure, whether from yourself or others, is, in my opinion, a prescription for disaster. When people are under duress, I think they make mistakes 99% of the time. So, why am I (and so many others) so prone to putting too much pressure on ourselves? Why do we all have such high expectations of ourselves yet we wouldn't conceive of demanding the same level of performance from others? My friends always ask as to why I am constantly under pressure and agitated. This is something that my mother have also inquired about. I'm sorry, but I don't have an answer for them since I simply don't know. My entire atmosphere has been supportive and reassuring. No one makes me feel obligated to do better or more. With the exception of myself. For me, the best isn't good enough. Even if I've accomplished something significant, I'm only proud of it for a single second before moving on to something else (for example the next exam). I never seem to enjoy my accomplishments, because I am under so much pressure from myself all the time.

But I always find a way to get through it by reading books, especially novels and other fictional stories. Everything about books appeals to me. My opiates are books!! But one of the things I like about books is that they transport you to places you've never been by simply sitting in one location, drinking coffee, and learning about the places the author takes you through the character. As the story progresses, you discover the language, culture, and people of other locations. And all of this plays out in your head like a movie. There's a movie playing in your thoughts, isn’t it cool?The second aspect of books that I enjoy is reading between the lines. It's great to read and figure out what the author is trying to convey, but then you end up with your own perceptions and thoughts, to the point where even the author is shocked by how the reader interprets the book's "think lines."

Last but not least, there's the scent of a new book. They have a scent that is superior to perfume. Making me want to read that book even before I'd finished it!!

Some people may find reading books as a weird thing to do when under pressure, but for me, it’s not and it will never be. For me, it’s all starts in reading, and when it is done, stress and other pressures melt away in ways I never imagined.

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Hellllppp I've been drinking soda and eating too much sweets lately. This is no good!! Sharie told me nga mubalik akong sakit if I'll make this a habit. So last natong ganina nga coke, di na ma usab.

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most people tell us to find the love we think we deserve when the truth is it is already in us — the love of God

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Dear potchi,

I will no longer check his soc med accs like his ig and fb. I'm gonna stop now. I looked like a stalker na jd haha di sa ko mag crush² karon

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kinda sad for what happened today, imma let this pass na lang, ikatulog na lang nako ni since I'm already tired physically and emotionally