About Me


I am a web content creator, freelance writer, online journalist, and aspiring author who works closely with creative writing and self-help in fitness, health, and beauty, career, success, and education, and religion and spirituality. I am the founder of my blog The Journal Project where I work to inspire others to follow their dreams, reach their goals, and knock things off their bucket lists. I am a student focusing on professional writing in fiction, non-fiction, script writing as well as journalism, and I have often worked with other students to further develop their writing through character development, introductions, and brainstorming. Besides blogging, I enjoy spending time with friends and family, writing short stories and fan-made stories, and chatting with my mom who is also the founder of her own blog, KTE Living, where she writes about parenting, DIY’s, and cooking. You can hire me for my freelance work for as little as $5-10 depending on the work and duration of each project here, or request an application to publish your work on The Journal Project here.


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I am seeking a position in the writing industry to work with online journalism, research, fiction writing, nonfiction writing, or other work associated where I can use my skills to the best of my ability and to achieve the company’s and/or client’s goals.



More About Me

Yeah, yeah. You don’t have to read this, but if you really find me interesting – read on!

My Leadership Experience

Ever sense I was a kid, I was always involved in extra DSC00118curricular activities. I’ve done practically everything – beauty pageants, cheer leading, drill team, softball, swim team, speech and debate team, drama club, video game club, volleyball, ballet, tap, jazz, J-ROTC, and even Basketball where my sister and I were the only girl (in fact, we had to wait a whole week or two just so they can make the person on the trophy have a pony tail). I was in it all, even the sports I realized I didn’t like. Softball being one of them, but of course quitting has never been an option for me. I always have to start what I finish.

Because of the numerous amount of sports and activities I was into at such a young age, I have also grown to become more involved by rising up and becoming a leader. I’ve DSC00107.JPGstepped up into leadership positions in activities such as Cheer leading and Speech and Debate, but my most profound experience of leadership was my position as a Social Officer President in my school’s dance drill team.

Our team were called the “Panteras”, which was Latin for “Panthers” sense that was our school mascot, and after being involved with J-ROTC and the Speech and Debate team for a while I realized that I wanted to go back to dance. Dancing has been something that has been the majority part of my life, despite venturing off into other sports such as Basketball and the Swim team. For more than a decade, I’ve been in either cheer leading, the Dance Drill team, or other dance classes. Near the end of my time on the debate team as I watched my friends start heading off and graduate I stopped and asked myself – “Do I really want this?”

The truth was, I didn’t. So, I finished my time on the debate team, tried out, and made the team! Now I was a new member, and this time I was faced with a entirely different question that I had to ask myself as I watched my older sister stand tall and confident as a 1st Lieutenant Officer.

“What if I tried out to be an officer?”

I knew that being a Lieutenant wasn’t something for me, but a Social Officer was something that I grew interested in. These were the officers that, although didn’t teach the team routines, they motivated the team, set up activities, decorate, and do little things such as candy grams (I’ll explain that later on). So, Junior year came around as I watched my sister become Co-Captain of the dance team, and by the end of that year I tried out to be a Vice President Social Officer.

The tryouts were exciting, exhilarating, and stressful all at the same time. Tryouts were about a 6-month-process as we were given projects and given the time to come up with the ideas and make them in time to present them when the official try-out date would come around.


One of the projects we did were creating “rank boards”. On the team, we had separated everyone into different ranks, the leaders being the Lieutenant Officers and Social Officers of each rank. Plus, we also created other boards, such as explaining and defining a word such as “Determination,” “Motivation,” or “Confident.”, or even made center pieces and decorations for events like Banquet or graduation parties. By the time I finally finished my boards, came up with fun activities for the team, and gathered all the courage I could find, try outs have arrived. The next day, the results were up.


I remember feeling my heart beating wildly in my chest as I raced to be the first person there. Immediately, I began screaming with joy as I threw my hands up in the air as I yelled, “I made it!” to my mom.

There it was. Under the little red letters that read “Social Officers”, my name was listed first.

As President.

I was beyond excited for the upcoming year, and as I look back on it I still break out into a smile as I think about being with the team. Not only my time as a team member, but also everything that I accomplished as Social Officer Present.

The Next Year

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The year was full of activities, crafts, props, and excitement – but it was also filled with stress, blood, sweat, and tears (quite literally) as we all work to the best of our ability to earn the big trophy for competition. Our team was considered a medium-size, but as the year went by it began to grow smaller and smaller as people quit. Drama was a common occurrence, and it was typical to listen to all the girls in the locker room as they try to be someone they are not. High School was already filled with people acting like someone else in order to feel like they could “fit in” or be “popular”, but the Panteras were the very nature of being someone you are not.

I didn’t like watching a perfectly imperfect girl on the team push away their friends as they try to get into the popular crowd.

I didn’t like hearing the tom-boy girl that liked to dance try to become girly just to fit in.

I didn’t like watching a beautiful girl on the team struggle with image and depression as she tried to shrink to look like the other girls in the mirror.

I remember from the very beginning I had noticed these behaviors and knew that there needed to be a change, but I still can’t pin point when exactly I decided I was going to introduce that change. But, I knew that those girls (no matter how dramatic they become) were beautiful, unique, and had the potential to go far in the real world, and if I wanted to make these girls feel comfortable to be themselves, then I would need to do something.

So I devoted my time as President to these girls, somehow managing being the top 20% of my class, and did everything that I could to make this change. I put my 110% in everything I did – organizing events, making fun activities that they could learn from, creating gifts, and making everything more fun in general.

As a team, we had people that could sign up for something called “Candy Grams”. Basically, we would decorate a sheet of paper and write an inspirational quote that is usually related to dance. At the end of practice, we would gather everyone up, show our quote, and then give candy that was usually in a bag for those to grab.

Obviously, I was competitive in everything, because I decided to do things a little different.

The first time, I decided to go out with a big bang – literally.

WP_20150208_17_43_13_ProAfter decorating and picking my quote, my mom and I went out and bought balloons and candy. Once we got home, we started stuffing the candy inside the balloons, blowing it up, tying it, writing “pop me” on it, and then sticking it in a black trash bag so no one could see exactly what it was.

I remember the next day as I walk in the dance room with the candy grams, everyone’s eyes went wide, WP_20150208_17_42_57_Protheir mouth forming little ‘o”s in shock as they say, “Is that the candy gram?”

I can only grin in amusement the entire day until it was finally time for candy grams. I read my quote, explained what it meant to me and why its important for our team to remember, until I finally handed the balloons off for everyone to pop.


It was the first time I really saw the team laugh together.

Especially because, as I learned later, my director always flinches when she hears balloon popping (oops).

The second time I did candy grams, especially with higher expectations, I decided to remain with the motto, “Go Big or Go Home”. Because…why not?

So I did my quote – this time, decorating it a lot more – then bought little Chinese-style boxes where I placed candy in it, as well as a fortune cookie where I placed the quote inside. Even though this candy gram was not as activity-focused as the Balloons, it still had the same affect. Everyone would smile and talk even after a day full of negativity. It seemed that doing a candy gram had made everyone forget how bad their day was, and the next day everything was more positive, fun, and exciting.


Other Things I’ve Done as Social Officer

Of course, candy grams weren’t the only things I’ve done to raise the spirits and keep everyone not only positive, but sane as we were heading into a stressful season of competition.

I’ve done things for the whole team, such as giving gifts for Halloween that had consisted of Nail Art, Candy, orange cups with their names on it, and Masks. I’ve also done things for my rank, such as giving them a bag with their name embroidered on it, giving them red cups with their name, and other things. I’ve also made little gifts to reward the girls on working hard, themed for our “Sisters Round-The-World” event where we would have lunch-dates with our “big and little sisters” on the dance team. I’ve even helped make props (such as giant lollipops for our Candy Land dance), decorated and organized events such as Mother-Daughter where we made bracelets with our mothers and played games, or Father-Daughter, where we played basketball, took pictures behind a “basketball themed” board with silly props, and I even organized games such as “Fasketball”, a game where you attached a cardboard “basketball goal” to your head with a head band as the other person tries to throw the ball into the goal. Obviously, this often leads to a (soft) ball hitting the person’s face, but it never fails to make everyone laugh. Finally, I even made center pieces for Banquet, designing the room to look elegant and glamorous to make the girls feel absolutely beautiful for our farewell dinner (for seniors who graduate).

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But making gifts and organizing fun activities wasn’t the only thing I have done as a Social officer. I worked hard to always be positive, be caring and there for the girls, and to embrace not only the fact that I was different from others, but that it’s okay to be unique.

The Result

Nevertheless, by the end of my senior year, I was satisfied with my accomplishments. At the beginning, I watched as girls try hard to match the other, but in the end as I left I looked around and could see that everyone was truly embracing their own, individual, personality. It was such a beautiful experience, and truly my greatest accomplishment.

My Writing Experience and How I Got Into Writing

I realized that I loved writing at a young age. Even though I would make stories up as I would play “pretend” with my sister or even create and sing weird songs, It wasn’t until a crush that I realized I had a passion for writing.019_19 2

It started in daycare – La Petite, our school was called. My older sister and I were separated by age, so I was left to fend for myself and play with the rest of the kids my age. That’s when I met my crush: Cody.

We were best friends, and like any best friends do, we talked. A lot. About anything and everything, but of course I don’t even remember one thing we talked about. I do remember, however, how sweet he was or how nice he was after I fell in the playground (where a piece of sharp mulch decided it would hang out by stabbing me in the palm). Even as I bled there, he was there whispering soothing words. I had felt a flutter in my chest, and I wondered if this was what liking someone feels like. Sometimes, I laugh at how back then the word cooties were never in my mind. In fact, that invisible and frankly pathetic ‘disease’ always seemed absurd to me.

But eventually, that chapter had to end. It was the day that Cody and I were having one of our many (philosophical) conversations where he was telling me something very important. But of course, all I could focus on was how cute he looked as I smiled like a little girl.

So it shouldn’t be any surprise that when I asked my mom why Cody wasn’t at school the next day, it’s because he wasn’t coming back. He moved.  Apparently, that was the important thing he was telling me.

After that, I started writing. Was it some sort of coping mechanism because of losing my best friend at such a young age? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to get all those words and feelings out on paper to create a beautiful piece of art. Either way, I realized that I loved writing after writing a ‘tragic’ love story of a girl losing (quite literally) a guy she loves after – get this – falling from a chocolate waterfall.

Apparently, I was a dark child.

After writing that short story, I decided to move on to something else: Writing a song.

So, given that most music I heard was country music that my mom played in the car, I wrote a country song called “When Love Goes By”. I ended up liking it so much, that it still gets stuck in my head even today!

Anyway, from writing my first “real” short story to my first song, I realized what I wanted to write for the rest of my life. I knew that one day, I’ll be an author and/or songwriter, and I knew that nothing was going to get in my way.

In fact, right now I’m already working on my first novel and writing for my blog, The Journal Project. Success? Maybe not, but it’s just the beginning!