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  • Life Lately

    Every Memory Deserves a Story

    July 10, 2026

    Today, I made a decision that I am excited about. I have decided to challenge myself to recap everything that happened while I was away, soaking in the air and making memories in the USA. Instead of letting those moments fade with time, I want to write about them—from the very beginning.

    This won’t be easy for me.

    If there is one thing I know about myself, it is that I am incredibly lazy. I get distracted so easily. I rarely focus on just one thing at a time. I will sit down planning to write one blog post, then suddenly I am scrolling through my phone, watching Netflix, or just lying in bed doing absolutely nothing.

    But maybe that is exactly why I need this challenge.

    I do not want my memories to stay trapped inside my camera roll or buried somewhere in my mind. Every photo has a story. Every place I visited, every person I met, every little moment deserves to be remembered. And who knows? Maybe this won’t stop with my USA trip.

    I will blog about everything—my life, my little adventures, my random thoughts at 2 a.m., the lessons I learn, the people I meet, the businesses I start, the wins, the failures, and everything in between. I do not know where this journey will take me. I do not know if anyone will even read these posts. But I think that is okay.

    This blog is not for other people. It is for future me—the version of me who might one day look back and smile, laugh, or even cry while reading these pages.

    So… this is the beginning.

    One blog post at a time.

    One memory at a time.

    Let us see how far this little challenge takes me.

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  • Personal

    How the Phone Call Ruined My Peace

    July 7, 2026

    I was not expecting any of this.

    It all started with a random Discord message. Funny enough, he keeps on coming back. So when I saw his message around 6am, I was surprised. I was still awake, so we started chatting. Then he asked if he could call me that night. I didn’t think much of it. I gave him my number. We texted a little bit, then I slept.

    10PM came. Then suddenly it’s 1AM. That is probably the longest I have ever talked to a guy on the phone. And the weird part? It did not even feel long.

    We laughed. a lot. The kind of laugh where you suddenly forget you are talking to someone you have technically never met. Like the kind of conversation where you were smiling without even realizing. He has this personality that matches mine, but he is sensible too. He asked a lot about me. Not just the usual questions about my life. It felt nice that someone wanted to know me.

    Also, his voice. I don’t know why it is so nice to hear. It is calm, cute, and comforting. I caught myself smiling just because of his voice.

    The following day, he texted good morning. We talked again. He called me again at night.

    Then the following day, he texted good morning and called me during his lunch break like he promised, and we chatted until around 2pm.

    After that… Silence.

    Around 9PM he apologized because work was really busy. Thirty minutes later, he texted that he had just gotten home. I simply replied that I had eaten dinner.

    And that was it. No more messages.

    Today, I caught myself waiting. waiting for my phone to light up. Waiting for him. I even sent him a playful good morning message teasing him that he probably is still not done eating.

    No reply. Maybe he is really busy. Maybe he is just… him.

    Because even before all of this, he was already the type to disappear and suddenly come back like nothing happened.

    What really gets me, though, is looking back at our discord conversation before the call. I laughed it off. It caught me off guard. Reading my responses made me laugh and cringe at the same time. I was just surprised. My brain stopped functioning for a while. I did not know what to say.

    I think what is happening now is that I am realizing something. I like talking to him too. A lot. His voice that somehow became comforting after only a few calls.

    It is funny how someone can go from being another alliance mate in a game to becoming the person whose notification you are secretly hoping to see.

    I don’t know where this is going. Maybe nowhere. Maybe somewhere. But I do know this. For the first time in a long time, I found myself talking to someone for hours without getting bored. I found myself smiling at my phone. And for the first time in a long time, I am actually looking forward to hearing someone’s voice again.

    I am glad those conversations happened.

    So for now… I will wait. Not because I have to. But I genuinely hope this is not the end of the story.

    Maybe tomorrow my phone will light up.

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  • Personal

    From Your Future Healed Self

    June 5, 2025

    Sometimes the weight gets too heavy, and the silence too loud.
    This letter isn’t just words — it’s me reaching toward a version of myself I don’t feel yet, but hope to meet one day.
    She’s stronger, softer, and no longer breaking.

    This is for her —
    and for the me who is trying to get there.

    Hey love,

Remember where you are right now.

I remember the ache that sat heavy in your chest every morning.

I remember missing him so much it felt like something inside you broke.

I want you to know — you didn’t do anything wrong. You loved in the only way you knew how: fully, honestly, quietly. That mattered.

And even though it hurt like hell to let go, it was an act of self-love you didn’t fully understand at the time. You were choosing peace, even before it felt peaceful.

I won’t lie to you — it took time. Some nights, the missing came in waves. But day by day, your heart softened. You stopped reaching for his name in your notifications. You stopped needing his voice to feel like you mattered.

You found you again. Not the version of you that waited for messages, but the one who smiles without needing a reason. The one who loves softly, but never forgets her own worth.

I'm proud of you. For every tear, every word you wrote, every day you got out of bed. You made it.

And when you're ready, love will find you again — the kind that stays, and meets you where you are.

But for now, just breathe. You're doing better than you think.

I’m here.

Always, You

    If you’re reading this and you’re hurting too — you’re not alone. Some losses don’t come with closure. Some love doesn’t get to grow. But healing isn’t about forgetting — it’s about finding peace in remembering.
    And maybe one day, we’ll look back at this moment and whisper to ourselves: “Thank you for holding on.” 

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  • Personal

    That Ride I Thought Would Be My Last

    June 2, 2025

    Today gave me a real scare. I was on my way somewhere when suddenly the vehicle I was riding started swerving. Not just once—but several times. It felt like we were seconds away from tipping over. It was going way too fast for comfort, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

    I froze. My hands were cold, my heart was racing. I looked out the window, and for a moment—just one moment—I told myself:

    “Lord, if this is it… don’t bring me back. Just let it be quick.”

    That thought scared me even more than the ride.

    I kept looking at the driver, trying to make sense of what was happening. There was nothing on the road to avoid. No sudden obstacle. No sharp turn. That’s when it hit me—did he fell asleep? He didn’t brake. He didn’t swerve to avoid anything. It just… happened.

    I tried to stay calm, but I could feel my hands shaking and my breath getting shallow. That kind of fear—the kind where you realize how quickly things can change—really sticks with you.

    What really made it worse is that I am solo in this country. No family, no familiar faces to run to if things go wrong. That moment made me feel how vulnerable I really am here.

    And you know what? I could have said something.
    I could have asked the driver what the hell happened.
    I could have scolded him for risking our lives.
    I could have demanded an explanation.

    But I didn’t.

    I just looked at him and said, “Thank you.”

    Not because he deserved it.
    Not because I wasn’t angry or afraid.
    But because in that moment, I was just grateful to still be standing.

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  • Random

    When I’m Heartbroken

    June 1, 2025

    When I’m heartbroken, I start to write,
    Not for the world, just to feel right.
    I don’t plan it, don’t make it neat,
    Just pour out thoughts I can’t repeat.

    Journals, blogs, and poems too,
    A place to hold what I’ve been through.
    If I don’t let it find its way,
    The weight gets heavier every day.

    Some lines make sense, some just bleed,
    But writing gives me what I need.
    A quiet space, a softer tone,
    To speak the things I feel alone.

    It doesn’t fix the pain I know,
    But gives it somewhere else to go.
    And sometimes that’s the only way
    To make it through another day.

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  • Personal

    It Was Almost Something

    May 29, 2025

    It wasn’t love—
    not the kind with promises,
    not the kind that stays.
    But it was something.

    A glance that lingered,
    a message that made me smile,
    a voice I wanted to keep
    like a favorite song
    I wasn’t ready to forget.

    For a while,
    it felt like we were building
    something quiet,
    something real.

    Then came the silence—
    not loud, not cruel,
    just slow.
    Distant.

    And I didn’t know how to hold on
    to something slipping
    without a sound.

    I miss you.
    Not because we had everything—
    but because we almost did.

    And sometimes,
    it’s the almosts
    that hurt
    the most.

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