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April 19, 2025. Super happy to have basked in nature again (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~ (mudspring on the background is super dangerous tho lol it's not the mood we goin for hahaha)

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April 19, 2025. Make It Makiling!

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April 19, 2025. Make It Makiling!

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April 19, 2025. Make It Makiling!

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what's the opposite of feeling sand slip through your fingers because I feel this poem more and more as time passes

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It has been weeks (or is it months?) since I last journaled intentionally - truly immersed and focused and not just for the hell of it. The truth is, it has become a habit to take photos tapestry of events that spark joy in my life. And I didn’t realize ‘til today, my gallery is thankfully blowing up.

There’s so many quiet blessings to be thankful for.

A fair share of goals were gracefully met.

Several answered prayers and promises everyday.

And yet I find myself in some moments selfishly and almost shamefully yearning for more. It’s as if I lost the thread of where I came from, as if I forgot my reasons. Taking them all for granted one desire-came-true at a time.

I wish to humbly acknowledge what stirs within me - all spectrum of feelings, not just sunbursts really. My desires, my selfishness, my anxiety, my forgetfulness before God, my fears, my insecurity. Because these all meant that somewhere in the unseen, something is happening. Some things are shifting. A presence within my soul is growing.

I seek to take a minute, and look at all these photos that’s overflowing my gallery, every moment I meant to journal about but never did because of the exhaustion of desiring more and more and more, ironically too tired to pause this irrational chase.

I long to take a breath and surrender it all to God. All my dreams, the maps of my plans, and just focus on this present moment, savor life and the beautiful soft miracles that I’ve forgotten to see because of the weight of weariness of looking after and out for tomorrow.

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March 8 & 9, 2025. Reposting this "weekend done right" bc I accidentally did smth to the previous one lol.

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Freedom is the only thing I want. I don’t care about luxury goods or any of that shit anymore. I just want the freedom to say no to anything I don’t like or situations I don’t want to be in. The luxury of choosing how I spend my own time every day. But in a capitalist society, the only way to be free is to be free of financial burden to pursue your own interests. And the only way to do that is to have capital. I simply want money as a means to an end, a sense of peace, not the pursuit of money itself.

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April 3, 2025. I particularly liked the sky today. It echoes that something all too familiar can still be pretty.

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March 29, 2025. For my mama who loved the lush,

I conquered this mountain remembering, honoring, and carrying your lasting presence after 4 years since the 30th of March 2021.

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Nobody talks enough about the quiet and comforting presence of your friend's mom whenever you come over to your friend's home. Just allowing you to exist and be your foolish teenage self and endlessly feeding you even, no matter the noise and the bother of late night talks, loud laughter, and movie marathons. Nakakainis kami pero salamat po sa pasensya, Nanay Gloria.

I'm already thankful for that subtle kindness, but Nanay went far beyond those little acts. When papa was diagnosed with a brain tumor, Nanay would come over our home and consistently pray for and with my mama and papa. And for anyone who has been in the same situation, it felt like the warmest, most soulful embrace.

For some reason, one keeps tabs when one gets sick or when life gets too tough it makes you vomit - and there were a lot of missing faces. But Nanay was there, and she was there when it mattered the most.

Maraming salamat po Nanay Gloria. Rest well.

P.S. Kagaya pa rin po kami ng dati. Maiingay pa rin kapag bumibisita sa inyo ni Kisheng haha. Hope you loved it <3

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Kinda struggling to embrace the wholeness of it all and just let myself go through all these feelings, or even the lack thereof.

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To have none. Not to be tied. To be free and kindly with myself. Sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. To go out, yes — but stay at home in spite of being asked. As for clothes, I think to buy good ones. Virginia Woolf's 1931 new year's resolutions

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n.d. Cavite, Laguna, and Quezon moments.

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n.d. a little collection of the past few weeks

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February 7 & 8, 2025. Afterwork shenanigans (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

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