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A kid sitting in the front door looking in the sky declaring that it was such a perfect day, a young lady wearing white t-shirt and jeans with a matching white belt walking outside the examination building, declaring that she will become a CPA tomorrow, and a woman reading news on her phone, thinking about the best way to gather business requirements about a big project. If I were to connect to my childhood and to the milestones of my life, the times that I was most peaceful are the times that I can remember most. After I graduated from college and after I passed the exam, I looked for a job and things started to be... different, life has become cyclical, wake up, dress up, commute, work, commute, sleep, wake up. Weekends are almost non existent because Mondays are always too eager to come.I would sleep all Saturday and watch movies on my laptop on Sundays. Never in the past 3 years have I tried to connect to that little kid, looking out in a blue sky, and knowing perfectly well that...
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Because to me... There's no wiser words than my own version of the quickie notes!

and so it was. you will find it weird, but the little notepad i got from a friend was one of the major reasons why i passed the board exam. it became my diary, my little confidant and my friend. it surpassed its purpose. because the notes i wrote here will be my guide in the new world that is there outside. and today, im here to share it! in chronological order. no dates. "Ang nag-aaral nagsisikap! Hindi inaantok pag hapon, konting tiis lang, 4 months lang to, kayanin mo na. If you are to be a CPA, start acting like one, pray hard, work harder! endure it. kaya mo yan!" "If at first you cannot leave, don't beat yourself up, for the trains that go in one direction always come in the other. And will bring you home again... 6:20-6:30 am coffee time" "Innocence just like solitude, is only a human presumption" "after 5 years of falling in and out of love with the course i was forced to marry, last night, it finally looked me in the eye and asked...
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Some people think I am religious. I am not. I believe in gratitude.

For the ability to dream, to understand, to forgive and eventually to love. For all the things I've worked hard for, and for all the things I am not worthy. For bringing me home and giving me peace. For my life, and the for the way I chose to live and celebrate it. For this day and for all the days to come. For everything. Thank You. Thank You Lord...:)
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Know where you are:)

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I was a Forcep baby, and just recently i began to understand "the weirdness of it"...

I despise the fact that my tears were so shallow, but i love the way it filled my eyes, little by little until i can see no more than vague images of the books i read or the movies i watch... Last week, exactly a week ago, I found myself another 374 pages worth of treasure. I told myself I am not gonna read it until the exams are over, I wouldn't be able to anyway, but as fate decides I have to read it... Along with my reviewers, along with the sleepless nights, along with the days i grew to dread... "Each of us is responsible for the evil we may have prevented" - James Martineau I wouldn't have known this since I am a very passive person, but ofcourse not unless it was needed for a philosophy class, the two kinds of sins... mortal.. venial.. omission and commission... Each of us... Is Responsible... for the Evil... We may have Prevented... every cut of the phrase means too much to me, it goes straight to my very sense that tells me, "this means a lot...
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classical music + coffee = perfect... but to know the title of that piece... was way beyond perfection...

a gift for Christmas, when i was 10 or 11.. i wasn't sure cause that was almost a decade ago, almost a decade ago since i last played a real piece... i always wonder why at such a young age i was given gifts that are not really suitable for me, a guitar from the south, specially delivered. a piano, for Christmas. which i both heard play on their own. it doesn't matter if you believe me. that thing i never intend to. i wasn't forced to play but i was encouraged... every Saturday when i was at that age i had my piano lessons with a good man, i honestly cannot remember his name, he was old and balding, i was taught to read notes first, then practice putting my fingers on the right place, then with the basic notes then with the easy songs and then... to that piece. all while i am looking only to the paper in front of me, and my hands are covered with a piece of board so i cannot see the keys. i know in myself that is not me. in front of a piano, playing music. because even ...
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Throwing my Dreams on the well... part 2.

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okay so i stand up and courageously passed my written essay wishing that it'll be accepted and be part of the contest. Gosh it took me a while just to finish it and a whole lot of courage to pass it. after i wrote the whole essay and all ready with the other creds. a certain feeling came over, a hesitant feeling, i call it the devil's syndrome. (made that one up obviously), i was like, okay i don't want to join! i was torn in two, after the time i spent, a lot of negative feelings came like i don't believe in myself again, but good thing i was able to pull myself together and really decide to pass it. right now i have a lot of negative feelings in me but maybe it's just part of it. i just really hope it'll be accepted. I didn't look at my job alerts for a good two weeks to finish this. well anyway whatever happens, it's okay. Failure is an attempt to success.
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