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People come and go. The elderly members of the family come and go. Some of them you were able to spend a little time with and some you were not able to meet. Friends come and go. Some of your friends were only your friends during your childhood days, your college days, or your working days and that they did not last forever. Boyfriends/Girlfriends come and go. Some you said you would spend the rest of your life with but things did not end like you wished. Everyone is just temporary. Your life is temporary. The only thing that you could keep forever are the memories you've spent with the people that came into your life but decided to go away. The happy memories that you could keep on looking back. However, looking back is not wishing about the "what ifs" in life but looking back is a way to see what you are today. Today, and everyday, is a day you should be thankful for. A day of getting to know new people and a day of facing the ups and downs in life. Life is temporary so make out the most out of it. Make everyday a day to look back to. 

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Theory

Is there such thing as a hell week? I don't believe that there is a hell week. I believe that people create words or labels for things that are not real. A student would feel like he/she is in hell during a week full of exams if he would review last minute. If the student prepared for it, he/she would not be in a state of "hell-ness" (see I just "created" a word for it). I also don't believe in stress. People get stressed out if they think that they are stressed out. Overthinking creates stress. People should be calm of whatever comes there way. God does not give his son/daughter a "stressing" event if he/she can not overcome it. Am I not believing in these words because I do not want to encounter them ever? I guess so... 

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I hate writing. I used to not hate writing. I used to love writing letters. Before the age of Facebook, iMessage, and etc, I only had blank stationary letters and a pen. I used to write letters to my friends in school who I see everyday. I can’t remember what I wrote in those letters though. I admit that I’m not great in expressing myself through words – in writing or in speaking. I’m having a hard time composing myself. I think, I overthink of the grammar and the sense of the things that I say. I usually end up saying things that don’t make any sense at all. Communication is not about the nonsense things but it’s a way of communicating with sense. Get it? I don’t either. 

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I need Hubba Bubba Bubble jug in my life. 

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Sharing is Caring.

Last Saturday, we discussed and answered the question "Why we tell stories?" We tell stories: (1) to feel affirmed, (2) it is a form of healing, and (3) to be immortal. In this generation, we tell our stories through social media but is it worth posting and sharing? Sometimes the stories untold through the use of social media are the stories that are worth listening to. Short intro, I'm based in Pampanga (yes ganun ka short) but I live with my grandparents now. Living with them gave me a chance to get to know more about them. My Lola came from a well-off family but her parents never failed to teach them how to share. Her Dad would buy Chico for his 9 kids but he would not buy 9 pieces of Chico but he would buy a few. Her Dad taught them how to share with their siblings. Having means doesn't mean you have to use all of it. That's it pancit.