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      <title>自分の夢を追いかけよう! by Christine Joy Flores Pakingan</title>
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      <description> jibunno yumeo oikakeyou
&quot;Let&#39;s chase the dream of yours.&quot;</description>
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      <pubDate>2018-04-19 08:58:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>How to write this shit?</title>
         <author>krispakingan</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Okay. This is my first entry in padlet. I am not really good at written journals.&nbsp; That counts acknowledgement too. I don't know how to write a not so emotional acknowledgement. That's it. This is for my portfolio by the way. A school requirement not a diary. But seriously I want to thank a lot of people! Especially the staffs I met in Colegio de Montessori ( The janitress, Kuya cupid the guard and Ms. Michelle who is like a mother to me tho we are really not close because I am an awkward shit ). And I should be making my requirements. Ohmyghad.<br><br>(04/19/18)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-19 09:05:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Maybe I really got a problem.</title>
         <author>krispakingan</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>So I was really pressured about the graduation. I think of the most scenarios that will happen to me and it is not helping me. It makes me think what I really love? What really makes me happy? Do I really like teaching? Am I really destined to be here? Since everyday I feel like I don't do anything good. And in education you should be known as a good communicator. And I doubt i'd really be good communicator. I suck at it, I admit it. Now that makes me think and breakdown because I am really confused. I want to pursue to study abroad but I am not sure on the career path I am taking. That makes me think of what really makes me happy. Writing and Reading. Somehow speaking makes me uncomfortable it isn't my forte. Facing people as if they are judging you so you have to held your chin up wasn't my forte. I think I am more comfortable using my laptop, gadgets, notebook and pens in communicating. I was really interested in writing but I am so afraid to pursue it. I turn my back to writing. I refuse to learn and I am suffering. Speaking wasn't my forte, writing does. But I don't know what to do. But maybe for now I need to finish my academic paper, right?<br><br>(04/20/18<br><br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-20 02:17:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Of cold summer breeze and a novel.</title>
         <author>krispakingan</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/krispakingan/lavender/wish/255186070</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The title is so dramatic, wtf. HAHAHA. Anyway, I just realized something today. I MISS WRITING. Like Ate Aira said I really can't get away from it or get rid of it. I try but I fail, MISERABLY AND TERRIBLY. So I was reading The notebook of Nicholas Sparks with the good company of Neorago of Super Junior (what a strange combination) then I smell rain, since the wind is cold and it smell like a wet gravel road. Then I imagined a scenario and it's coming back. The urge to write.<br><br></div><blockquote><strong><em>"She glance at the open window, the wind brought the smell of rain. Peeking through the book she's reading, then again the cold wind brings a wave of pain."</em></strong></blockquote><div><br>I don't know what the hell I just write. I just write, okay? Okay.<br>Lmao.<br><br>(04/25/2018)<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-04-25 12:13:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>It&#39;s been a while.</title>
         <author>krispakingan</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/krispakingan/lavender/wish/270222682</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Well it's been a while since I updated this space of mine. But then again I didn't regret it, not at all. I am starting to have a damn life aside from being a fangirl. I am starting to read books which gives me a roller coaster kind of feeling. One of the remarkable quotes I read was&nbsp;</div><div><br></div><blockquote><strong>"I can die for you, but I can't live for you"<br>-Josh to Mark Manson (The subtle art of not giving a fuck)</strong></blockquote><div><br>I tend to give my all to the person who I like, but once they broke it, its very difficult for me to collect those damn pieces and put the fucking pieces together. I just dislike people who will act like a victim just to get people's sympathy. I want to say "Stop dragging me into your shit" but I forgot I have many pending books to read. From the day I read TSAONGAF is the day I only choose the real shit to give a fck.&nbsp;<br><br>(07/15/18)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-07-15 08:46:48 UTC</pubDate>
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