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Online Depression

Everyone loves Facebook, Instagram, Twitter,and many social sites. who wouldn’t right? It’s one way of communicating with our friends and interacting with the world.

It’s fascinating how internet access changed our world. Others seemed not able to live with it,right? One way or another, it had been so helpful with today’s way of living, making things a lot easier.

Everything has its pros and…

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I Exercised for a Change!

I exercised for a change!

It’s when you climbed a flight of stairs and you’re already gasping for breath, or when you can’t put on that nice sleeveless dress because your flabby arms holds you back from wearing it.

I’m telling you, I have a truck full of resentments against my current weight gain.From insecurities and depression to almost hating my self and all. well, i couldn’t really blame the world for this as I am the…

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My kind of Valentine's Date!

My kind of Valentine’s Date!

Check out this blog “My kind of Valentine’s Date!” http://thenodcarpediem.blogspot.com/2015/02/my-kind-of-valentines-date_15.html

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Nostalgia

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My kind of Valentine's Date!

My kind of Valentine’s Date!

As Valentine’s Day looms in, a lot of people are planning different romantic and creative ways to surprise their loved ones. From flowers and chocolates on the doorstep to a romantic dinner on a cruise. Yeah, that sure is a nice way to pamper a girl on this kind of special event. I guess that was the essence of Valentine’s Day right? As for me, I have my own view of things: Practicality. Yes, my…

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NOSTALGIA

PROLOGUE

AUGUST 01, 2014

Dearest Hugh,

The coldness of the first night of August is somehow different to those humid nights of the past few months. There’s no “you” to keep me cozy, yet I guess I have to endure the fact that I can’t always have you around to wrap me in your arms, no “you” to annoy and tickle me until I can’t hold my laughter.

But then, why would I feel bad? When tomorrow, it’s…

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Idee fixe

his voice echo

as his shadow get through…

my beating gets louder

as his scent linger…

’twas a fight

and things aren’t right…

he dominates my mind

thus I’m blind…

Obsession!

finds no intercession…

bliss and fire,

Oh kill this desire!

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YOU

wholeheartedly dedicated to JAD…

When was it?

The first time I saw you,

Then I wondered,

Who the heck are you?

  When was it?

The night I dreamed about you,

And I asked myself,

Why it was you?

  When was it?

The time I fall in love with you,

Well I told myself,

I’m lucky it’s you.

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NOSTALGIA: NINETEEN

Laughter between talks filled my gloomy ambiance as Mary shared some of her witty jokes onboard the train.

“Hey, what’s with that cheerless look? Aren’t you supposed to be excited going home?” Chase asked scrutinizing me.

Wasn’t this what I wanted—Going back home? Why am I not happy at all?

I shrugged. Knowing her, she must have notice how I struggled concealing my depression, or maybe she’d…

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NOSTALGIA: EIGHTEEN

I woke up to the sound made by my roommates. Yawning, I eyed my time, and it was 5 in the morning. I got up from my bed and peeked out through the windowsill, and watched the budding rays of the sun; I could tell that the day will be sultry. I went straight to the bathroom for a shower. I remember the first time I arrived here—I was like a fish out of water: confronted with the situation to…

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NOSTALGIA: SEVENTEEN

Sticking to the initial itinerary plan, we hang outside a store in front of Mendiola’s famous rally point as we waited patiently for their two more buddies whom they said, are coming with us to roam around Divisoria’s Night Market.

A barker calling out for passengers, the hustle and bustle from pedestrians, and the screeching of the jeepneys’ and cars’ tires as they swing plays on the background.

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NOSTALGIA: SIXTEEN

Our fourth stop is the Basilica Minor de San Sebastian. From Quiapo church we agreed to take the Lacson Underpass. We took the steps down through the Carriedo entrance located at the northwest corner of the Plaza, and one the seven entrances, three of which are located within the Plaza Miranda.

The underpass was built around mid-20th century and provides connections to the different parts of…

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NOSTALGIA: FIFTEEN

The following morning, I was preparing myself once more for the last day of the NLE—two more NPs.  I was outside again of my testing room with other examinees some which I had talked to, while waiting for the exam to start and finally close it in in the next hours.

When finally the examiner arrived, we were all able to clear up on our assigned chairs, as each of us hopes and pray that things…

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NOSTALGIA: FOURTEEN

Maybe my body clock had recognized my routine for the last few months, or maybe the mixtures of my emotions towards the examination had awaken me, I was even an hour early before my alarm clock sets in and starts yelling. I offered a silent prayer asking for God’s guidance, and as the seconds’ tickles, my beating has becoming louder and faster.

Yeah, I’m afraid to fail.

It took me a few more…

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NOSTALGIA: THIRTEEN

DECEMBER 15, 2012: the wall calendar facing my bed displayed plainly. I wonder if they’re already here. If he’s here. It was almost 6am.  After fixing the ruins of my sleep last night, I headed to the bathroom. My many mini notes greeted me when I faced the mirror. I noticed how much I’d been smiling with the thoughts of him.

The cold water didn’t prevent me from taking a shower. I should be all…

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NOSTALGIA: TWELVE

For the short period of time, I became so attached with them…or maybe with him? Though, I don’t usually start any conversation with him, because I’m too afraid to ruin my poise and make a fool out of myself, I was contented with the stolen glimpse that I kept throwing in his direction.

At some point, I don’t have the faintest idea if Alice and Erica had already figured out my fantasies for Hugh,…

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