Whenever I think of the past, I think of all the moments that defined me to the person I am today. I vividly remember the pain of heartbreak. I still feel the emptiness of being detached from familiarity. I also recall the fulfillment in triumph. There were a lot of bittersweet moments, a few life-altering ones, way too many might-have-beens..life...

Being a Pisces, I know that I have an addictive personality. There are times when I find myself getting addicted to sensation. Be it sexual, physical or emotional, I tend to lose myself along these lines at times. Until now, I still struggle battling my addictions. I still have hope though that I will go beyond them soon.

The past month has been incredibly difficult for me. Being off Prozac for the last two months, I seem to be going through withdrawal and I'm having a hard time dealing with myself. It's like I'm carrying this heavy boulder day in and day out and no matter how hard I try to put it down, I can't seem to get myself to do it. Every night, a wave of addiction takes over me and I start spinning out of control. Whenever I try to stop myself, I feel like I'm going through a thousand deaths. Until the hunger is satisfied, I'm never at peace. I know this is a disease that has a cure. I just don't know if I want to go back to all those pills again. On the other hand, I don't think I can live a life fearing my very self every single day...

Most definitely emotion. My life is a constant rollercoaster ride..

My favorite daily ritual is writing in my journal whenever I wake up in the morning. It makes me feel like my life is progressing and gaining more meaning.

I'd definitely want to live Sting's life!=)

I would dedicate one whole day to reflect and be thankful about my life. I think this is very important.

No doubt it would be to teach them the importance of keeping an open mind. I honestly believe that one of the main reasons why there is still war and poverty is because people still don't want to come out of their comfort zones. Fear holds them back and they choose to just believe in whatever ideals they were taught were right. I know that different cultures have their own ideologies and practices. However, I think we're in an era wherein we should be able to accept different ideas and cultures and stop stereotyping and discriminating. The division between the rich and the poor, religions, race and even simply trains of thought are causing more turmoil in our rapidly changing world. We have to step out of the box and try to reach out. The time is now.

I remember my first pair of shoes were Converse Chuck Taylors with dinosaur prints on the side of the sole, they were green ones! Miss those kicks!

I never considered myself to be an academic/school type of person. Usually, during class, I would drift into reveries, constantly daydreaming and writing poems or scribbling on my notebook. In my second year in college, I took this class called Media Production. Basically, all we did was watch films- classics,foreign,art films, and write papers on them. This was undoubtedly my favorite class and right after my first class, I knew I wanted to ace it. It was a challenge I wanted to put upon myself. I wasn't going to settle for anything but an A. So through the entire semester, I poured all my insights and meticulous information on all of my papers. Towards the end of the semester, so far, everything was going well and my vision of getting A seemed more plausible to me. However, there was one obstacle I had to overcome. My professor told me that fifty percent of our final grade would be based on a short film we had to come up with.This got me even more excited so I took up the challenge and decided to write the screenplay for the film. The title of the film I made was "Sublime". The tagline of the film was: "Are we capable of taking control of our lives or do circumstances ultimately decide our fate?" The plot revolved around a boy struggling with his drug addiction and battling with the ghosts of his past and his pains and mistakes. He is a victim of circumstance. His girlfriend died because of a drug overdose and his father was sent to rehab for his addiction to heroine. The boy is torn between his faith and his addiction to drugs. He finds refuge in the church but at the same time, also finds solace in being in altered states. My group had just three days to shoot and edit the film so everything was just nerve-racking. I remember pulling all-nighters just for post-production. When it was time to screen our film, I never felt so nervous and excited in my life. I felt like I was in this natural high. My adrenaline was rushing and my palms were sweating profusely. It was a feeling unlike any other I had experienced in my life. Seeing my passion actually materialize on screen was just breath-taking. At the end of the semester, I anxiously waited for my grades to come out. I didn't care about the other subjects, for which I had only given a mediocre effort. My anxiety was all in just one subject, Media Production. So there I was, waiting for the administrator to give me my grades. She nonchalantly hands me a small piece of paper and while holding my breath, I see a small A right beside Media Production. The feeling of redemption was just priceless. I wanted to scream for joy and celebrate my personal victory. It seems like a futile accomplishment but personally, that is what paved the way for my life plan-which is to become a filmmaker.