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This is amazing!

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NP:

Commuting is such a stressful action. 

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Define Responsibility and Commitment

I do call myself responsible. Especially when I know I am the one agreeing to join or be fully committed to something I’d work on. With that, it will become my priority because I chose it to be.

As hard as it may sound to people, I believe that I am the kind of person who knows what I want. If I know it’s not my passion or it won’t benefit me in an tangible or intangible way that I know would satisfy, I won’t do it. 

My circle of beautiful people who knows me well would agree that I take my time seriously. I want to make the best out of every second. I want to do what I love and what I want to because as young as I am right now, I feel like I am responsible for my happiness in my life and I do genuinely want to be happy.

There are a lot of responsibilities that were given to me when I was young that I didn’t like at all. It was because I don’t enjoy as much anymore. It’s insignificant to me and my beliefs had changed.

The force of people to make me continue that given responsibility is excruciatingly unbearable. Because I do, I do have a choice now if I want to continue or not and it’s so obvious that I don’t want to anymore. People just don’t get it. And I feel so mean every time I won’t do it because that’s what people expect me to do.

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NP:

Sunday morning and making breakfast.

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Vague of Frankie

It’s just a few minutes into nine in the evening and I already sense that I won’t wake up on early tomorrow morning for a forum along with the student council. I can feel it. I can already imagine me panicking and scurrying in the house trying to get my life together.

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I Just Want the Best for Him

What really is so bittersweet to me is a mixed emotion combined by liking the idea and not liking the idea at all. But most of this bittersweet feeling, I believe, is mostly selfishness and longing to reach what I know I can but time is far too slow to move on that.

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Seventeen Year Olds in the Baby Section

We’re Probably the Kind of People Tumblr Users Post About

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What is really hilarious is that yesterday, Camille and I went to the shopping mall to accompany each other to buy school supplies— even though her school starts in August. She’s just really excited for school that I firmly believe that she’d strongly dislike it after going for the first few days. We have staple stores to go to like the two bookstores and the toy store located in the highest floor of the department store.

Yesterday we went to the shopping mall in the early hours it has opened— around ten in the morning. We went to the toy store. The toy store was sharing the floor with the baby things— all clothes and cribs and strollers. We were probably less than seven customers strolling around the area and that includes Camille and I. We were two young 17 year old teenagers lurking the ‘baby’ floor of the department store.

We were holding hands and standing in front of the strollers and cribs on display sharing how this dark beige stroller is perfect for our baby and how she wanted our baby’s stroller to transform in which I joked and laughed about.

Then we finally walked to the toy section. Usually we go to the Barbie shelves because I absolutely am missing the Barbie-playing part of my childhood. But yesterday, we went to the You & Me Baby Dolls shelves with Camille in loud gasp saying that we should buy one. We should buy a baby doll and buy its clothes, a stroller (she really wants the stroller), the baby bathtub (I want this one), and the plastic bottles and pretend plastic baby powder bottle and stuff. She said that we should buy one and just exchange it every week from one mommy to the other. She said that if I’d go to school, I should let someone take care of the baby. How the baby should be with us if we go somewhere like watch a film in the cinemas and all. It was just hilarious! I was laughing so hard because it’s insane and I’m actually being persuaded to buy one baby plastic doll just to try to satisfy my urge to become my nine year old self again.

She said she wanted a baby boy and I said I wanted a dark skinned baby boy. We can’t find any dark skinned baby boy. She said that after two years we’d probably exchange the baby to an even bigger one and then a bigger one just for ‘growing up’ aspect purposes. It was hilarious because we probably buy the mannequins you see in baby clothes stores in the store window displaying their latest pieces.

The title is what I told her mid conversation when we were talking about how our lives would be if we really bought a toy baby.

At this moment, I was just searching in the internet about dark skinned plastic baby boys and I’m now sending Camille pictures of dolls from The Pattycake Doll Company.

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People: Miguel, Amiel, Jeli, and Frankie

Location: Sports Complex

Event: New Generation Conference 2017 Youth Protection and Development