// December 20th, 2025 // The End of The Expedition Pt. 1 It’s really hard to wake up, I dunno why. I shouldn’t be tired I’ve gotten plenty of sleep in recent hours; and yet waking up is a struggle, an intense battle. I awake. Kimchi is fed as am I and I load up Percy Jackson’s newest episode. I still enjoy the direction season 2 is taking. I think Percy and Annabeth, and Clarisse, and Tyson are all firing on all cylinders. Then something catches my eye, FALLOUT?!? I didn’t r

My favourite part of my job is not doing it. :p !!! Today was the last real day before Christmas break, the last day we’d have everyone together. So we were given the opportunity to celebrate together. The options for food was obviously Jollibee but we also got KFC for Mark and Drez. Mark got his Daddy O Donuts and Roy even brought in some cup cakes for us. What was especially nice was Dimitri going as far as to make sure we had a drink with our meals. We all got our Chatime

What the hell was that? This level of overcooked got really weird, I used to cut veggies and now I have to police and monitor three people older than myself. I amn’t qualified for such a task. Before 8am one of my friends is asking to go home, I wish I didn’t joke around. But how was I to know? It was only when the tears started being held back did I realize my mistake. The rest of the day was without incident, I felt bad. For being Marks Birthday I probably put him to work t

It’s not a very exciting week. If I were a great hero of old I’d probably leave this one out of the great scripture of my life. Maybe not embroider it into the tapestries. That’s not to say it’s a terrible week, it just… it’s not an important one. I’ve spent the greater part of it trying to heal, recover from the last sickness of the year. I fear however I’ve reached that late stage of the process where there is no healing left but to live. I have no shortage of things to do,

On the one hand, my muscles atrophy with everyday I spend away from the gym. On the other, I have so much time!! Wahoo!! I’ve decided to place my debt simply out of my mind and to not even think about my problems!!! Work is getting more… not volatile but there is a bubbling lid and I know it’s going to boil over soon and a part of me hates that it is my job to fix it. I don’t have the life experience for it, we just be making anyone good enough to deal with problems beyond th

You ever think about killing yourself and realize how little your life is worth? Lemme rephrase that because I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Ahem-! Killing myself isn't even a viable option of relieving debt. Also we should be allowed to kill billionaires, they're A.) Killing us first and B.) Not even actually people! Incredibly valid in mine eyes. Work was whatever, we're not here to talk about her so shut up. My car, that curb, that curb ran me $300 what was suppose

// December 12th, 2025 // Bruh. This week has been garbo. This sickness has put everything on pause. No climbing, no gym, I haven’t talked to Sara or Renee, so no Huzz, no money moves made considering I took a day off. This shit was ass bruh. And then! The morale of the kitchen is in the negatives right now. Our boss pulls one of us into a meeting and in them trying to defend themselves everyone gets called out, so now everyone is mad at them, meanwhile they’re mad they were

// December 8th, 2025 // (Written on December 12th, 2025) Today was shit, I felt like trash. I wanted to call in but Drez beat me to it. I was so insanely over exerted by the end of the day, I got home and knocked out. // December 9th, 2025 // (Written on December 12th, 2025) Didn’t go in, way too sick. My mom took care of me, I love her with my entire heart. I hope she knows. I let the day slip by, wasted in my fingers. Every moment is precious save for the sick days I guess

// December 5th, 2025 // (Written on December 12th, 2025) Whuhhhh, I felt useless at work. The whole day I was just waiting around for Flanagan’s to come with our order. The dude pulled up at 130… on a Friday. My brother in Christ, pack it up we’re already leaving at that point. Drez and I headed to square right after work. I was Christmas shopping, and realized I had no doll hairs. I’m flat broke cuh. At least it was fun to watch lose aura in real time! We’re at GameStop and

// December 2nd, 2025 // I am tired beyond exhaustion, we unlocking new debuffs with this one!! —— I am entirely bereft of our large family gatherings. With the holidays rapidly approaching I am reminded of how as the families have grown individually, we as a family have diminished. I can remember the days where 30/40 people would be considered small. Yet now I think we’d be lucky to hit 20. Maybe I’m naive in saying this. Perhaps the Carpio side of the Tumbokons is entirely

AGGRHRHRHHRHR. Earlier in the day I was looking at Drez, working on my stuff, thinking about the weekend, about how much I’ve grown, how much I’ve accomplished, the life I built. It brought a genuine tear to my eye. Fast forwarding 12 hours later and I feel the need to pull out my hair. Can I tell you, I have not felt stress in… arguably months? Not real stress, not world shattering stress. I’ve been stressed out but it hasn’t been a lingering effect. Georgia continues to ask

(All written on November 30th, 2025) I have fallen in love with my life. I wish I could show a past version of myself just how high it gets. I know those lows felt unending but God it was so worth the wait. I was using the washroom just a minute ago and I forgive him. If I'm a different person than the one that he hurt then why should I carry his pain, his ego or his pride? I told myself a million times that I'd forgiven it, and yet when the time came, I was filled with malic

(Written on November 30th, 2025) I am unsure as to what in my life is changing so much that I don't feel like writing but I am annoyed at how behind or congested my journals have become. What was once a practice in getting my thoughts to the world, a place to express my own emotions care free has become an unstable chore. A draining task to even think about putting my own words to page. Please don't mistake it, I haven't fallen out of love with writing. It is, has been and a

// November 17th, 2025 // Woe that we might live in a world where I don’t wish Annjelette a happy birthday, that I would fail to get her, her rum cake. Foolishness that this might happen. I woke up with guilt, I was so excited to see my friend and immediately remembered I had forgotten a crucial text message, even as I ate her food yesterday I failed to remember. I would later receive a call from my supplier informing me that a rum cake would take much longer than anticipated

// November 15th, 2025 // What. The. Fuck. I’ve been crying a lot recently. Since July. Thankfully it isn’t any nefarious means that have me weeping rivers or bawling my eyes out, thankfully it’s good art. Real heavy hitting pieces that make me feel. They make me feel happy, sad, full of rage, full of joy. I’m inspired, im depressed, I’m hollow. I. feel. For so long I’ve wished for this, for so long I have waited and waited for life to return to what it once was. To be alive