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A Single Girl’s Thoughts and Problems

I’ve been MIA for the past week or so because of the recently concluded Australian Open – OK good for Wawrinka but I’m still definitely sad for Nadal, seeing as he was in pain and yet he fought till the end. Nadal’s a true champion for sure. Also, I think it’s going to be one CRAZY season for men’s tennis. I can feel it. I just hope DelPo, Murray and Rafa stay strong and healthy.

So, it seems even I couldn’t read and watch tennis at the same time and here I thought I’m pretty good at multitasking. Apparently, I’m 6 books behind my reading schedule according to Goodreads. What an underachiever! But I haven’t been super excited about this year’s new releases so far which is why I’m reading the Experiment in Terror series by Karina Halle. I am LOVING it A LOT!

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My friend told me about an article she read earlier this week about how we should make our own hashtags for this year.

So I have decided that #better2014 is the most fitting hashtag for me. It embodies all my goals, my life plans and definitely all the changes that I wish to make this year.

Instead of simply jotting down and focusing on my ever-present (and almost never accomplished) New Year’s resolutions, I am just going to think of this year as the time to make serious changes and major decisions about my life and my career.

And as the cliche goes, bring it on 2014! #better2014, better me. 

Press Pause Fast Forward: 2013 by the Numbers

In no particular order, this was how my 2013 played out by the numbers:

I read 301 books 51 more than my goal of 250.

3 days in Singapore with my best friend.

2 cancelled trips: Kota Kinabalu and Hong Kong.

I went to ONE rock concertLinkin Park.

I saw 6 International DJs play live: AVICII (my all-time favorite), Zedd (Clarity has to be one of the most overplayed songs of the year), Joachim Garraud (I got a signed alien mask from him!), An21 (cute guy! lol), Max Vangeli and one dude from Bassjackers who opened for Avicii.

I went to 4 Raves – the highlight was LifeDance Sinulog at the beginning of the year.

4 major party weekends: Sinulog Festival in Cebu City, Labor Day weekend in Boracay, Manila weekend where we rented a big Party Bus and Masskara Festival in Bacolod City.

I dyed my hair THREE times.

ONE funeral. My grandfather died of Cancer and we had him cremated.

ONE wedding. My older sister got married just last weekend.

I’ve been blogging here for 6 months.

I’ve received 8 free books in exchange for honest reviews.


Here’s to a more awesome year for me and you! May 2014 be filled with success and happiness. Cheers!

Can You Consider Yourself Passionate if You Remain Passive?

I apologize for the wordy title but it’s precisely the question that has been on my mind for the past couple of hours or so. Can you really be called passionate if you’re acting all passive about what you supposedly love and want to do in your life?

Because, to be honest, in my heart and mind I’m passionate about writing and it’s something that I feel like I’m pretty good at but… what then? I’m not exactly doing anything much about it.

All I know for sure is, for as long as I can remember, writing has always been something that I enjoy doing. Yet, I feel like I’m stuck on something awfully like mediocrity. Is it because of my personal hangups? Is it my fear of failure, the reason I’m ultimately not trying harder to step out of my comfort zone?

I used to dream of writing for magazines – fashion, travel, lifestyle, reviews, anything – and I had even come up with columns and articles as a pastime activity for my own satisfaction, As a high school student, I had been obsessed with FictionPress, where I regularly submitted my original stories (sadly, I lost all my files because our computer then died a natural death). In college, I was the Editor-in-Chief of our highly acclaimed school publication.

But so what, right? More importantly, what I am doing about it?

Well,  I’m a freelance writer. I blog, albeit sporadically. I try to write book reviews. But I keep asking myself, what else? 

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