Talaarawan / Journal

I had just been thinking… When someone calls me fat, I feel insulted. When I call myself fat, I get body-conscious. When someone calls me fat, I feel degraded. How and when did the word…

The new gym’s about to start. When we applied, we had money. Now, where do we get the $17 we initially thought we had in the beginning. But physical movement is needed especially as my…

I’m excited about my new job, but I’m not going to lie; I’m scared. I know full well, that we’ve been very comfortable last year financially. Now with Mico studying, staying in my Assistant Manager…

Nothing to write about. I don’t want to invite negativity so I’ll refrain from writing that. Grammy’s today. Hope the boys win this time. #bangtan

Is this a cry for help? I don’t know. Am I needing counseling again? Maybe. Am I depressed? No. Do I want to get out of something? Yes, but I don’t know what. I don’t…

Yes, there’s such a thing. The point of this journal is to just let my mind free for once. Often I somehow release the bad most of the time when I write for and to…

Ever been like the one who seems to have an endless to-do list? I am. Not just because I actually have so much to do. There is a hefty amount of stuff in my mind…

6.40. The clock quietly says. It’s the morning and I am sipping a cup of coffee in the dark as the husband snores still fast asleep. A new routine is about to commence. I’ve always…

She’s back. Heavy clouds veiling the city. Trees dancing. The air whispering loudly. Birds trying to fly through invisible waves. My hands freezing in my padded pockets. Yup, the cold winds that define Wellington weather…

I hear the humming of the fridge through the silence of the morning. The city is quiet. It is still asleep. Yesterday, everyone seemed to be out of isolation. Restaurants were packed again. The streets…