Posted in 2017, Adventure, Comfort, Dedication, Dreams, Feelings, Life, Love, Poem, Truth, Walls

Shoreline

Someday, same place, different company, different feels

I’ve never been born an adventurer. Mom was scared of traversing through rocky plains and uncharted territories.

It’s maybe because that she never dared to step out from her comfort zone when she was young until now.

If I paint my mother.

She would have been the great land.

Unmoving, rigid, rooted

Always in the comfort of going back to what’s safe – earth.

If you met my dad, you’d know how I became an adventurer.

Dad was the captain of MV Life, journeying across great bodies of ocean

It’s maybe because of his career that pump lots of adrenaline in his body.

If I paint my father.

He would have been the great seas.

Moving, wide, punishing.

Always the dare, never the truth.

Always the thrill seeker, never the watcher.

I’m not born an adventurer, I’m not raised as an adventurer.

I’m the balance of both the great land and the great sea,

I’m the space separating the great land and the great seas,

I’m the shoreline ,

The great divide,

I’m the coastline,

The great mark of in-betweens.

I’m the certainty of the meet-up,

Of simply being punished by the great waves and being calmed by the great land.

I’m the uncertainty of the tides, 

Strong

Weak

Sometimes angry

Sometimes soothing

You cannot paint me but most people try.

They try to use up all the sand 

They try to use up all the colors of the rainbow

Trying to paint someone who can’t be painted

Not me.

Not the boundary 

The bounds of the middle

The piece that’s still a question

Does the shoreline know who she wants to become?

Will she be the great land or the great seas?

Will she be both?

No

For I know the shoreline is the shoreline

Never the great land

Never the great seas

But always the beauty of the in-betweens

Always the meeting place

Never the place

Always the bridge

Never the lovers

Always the center

But never the world

Always there

But unknown

Unmoving

Rigid

Safe

Sometimes she want to be punishing, moving and wide

And she did, once

Or was it twice? Thrice?

No, it was until the fourth

And she did realize

That the great land is like her mind

Safe

Rationale

The other side

But her heart, oh her heart,

Was always the adventurer

Moving

In the right and wrong places

Loving men who cannot grasp the kind of love she tried to give

Loving men who always will be her almost

Punishing 

In ways she cannot imagine having to cry

In ways she cannot imagine how to laugh

In ways she cannot imagine she has,

The power to survive rough waves

The power to continue despite the calm deep

Her heart will always be the sail

Never the sailor

The wind loved the sail

But the sailor always holds back

Her heart never holds back

On her choices

On her fears

And maybe one day I’ll realize

I’ll realize that I’ll be sailing right,

Right to where the wind will take me

Not safe

But safer

Uncertain yet certain

But I know I’d be sailing it right to you

I’d be not just the center, but the world

I’d be land and the sea

Of the great beyond

Of blue and green

Of the universe that’s in me

I’d be sailing right,

Right to where I’d not just be a meeting place of star-crossed lovers,

But I’d be the place

The place where someone will be safe

The place where someone will find a home

Where I will be home.

Where I will be.

I will be.

I will be enough.

I will be eternity.

I will be loved.

Till then, I’d continue to be shoreline

Existing

Resisting

At the moment, persisting to find a place where I will stay and finally call it a day.

Where someone will stay and finally call me home.

Finally, I will be the truth and not the dare.

Finally.

Where finally I can say, je t’aime mon amour, bienvenue à la maison. 

Valete!


In dedication to my parents, thank you for being safe yet punishing, rigid yet moving. I owe what I am today because of you. Your daughter will be soaring and she will eventually find home. 

Posted in 2016, 2017, Adventure, Bravery, Courage, Dedication, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Leadership, Life, Love, Strength, Truth

SSC 35th: Turnover Speech

This is probably the speech that I’ve written that caused a little bit of demand from people, which goes that I need to post it for whatever reason, but maybe because they want to go over it once more. Whatever. This speech was the last speech that I have written and delivered before I officially ended my term as the 35th President of the Supreme Student Council. So it’s kind of emotional for me when I wrote this (yes, I wrote this and I’m typing it at the moment, cliché right?)

Here goes…

(transcript of my Turnover Speech last March 27, 2017; do note that I adlib some sentences and forgot to say some sentences, but this was what I’ve written)

 

Rev. Fr. Cristopher Maspara, OAR, University President

Atty. Jesus Velez, SAO Director and our SSC Adviser

Teachers, COMELEC, SSC 35th, SSC 36th, Beloved Students, Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Afternoon!

 

Where do I start?

At the moment of getting used in making speeches, this is one of the moments that I am speechless. But where are my manners? I’d like to extend my warmest congratulations to the 36th Congress for taking up the challenge and going an extra mile of your student life as Student Council officers. Let’s give them and yourselves a thundering applause.

Remember being speechless? But I guess, being speechless has its perks because now I have an inspiration to not get speechless. I remember having a hard time making my campaign spiels that speaks of me (the serious kind) and luckily some inspiration from the heavens lead me to making one and this is the best way to wrap up that speech before.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Or at 2nd, 3rd, 4th? You know I could go on till a million. But really, it doesn’t matter if it’s at first sight, or at 2nd, 3rd, 4th, what matters is that you believe in love despite everything that’s attached to it. Most people find it hard to love, I, being one of them before, maybe because its from experience or from other’s experience. Along the way, I told myself, who cares? Besides, when you love, it’s subjective to your standards. But let’s make this clear, because you might be thinking differently about this love that I am talking about, I’m talking about this love of service. It is like any relationship you have with your someone special, your family or your friends! Because service is someone special.

Allow me to use him or her to replace service.

When you first laid your eyes on him, you know you wanted in.

You wanted to get to know him. In your case Marco, you wanted to get to know her.

He stands out in the crowd, it’s probably the spark that he shows. The genuine compassion surrounding him that makes you think to yourself that you wanted in.

That’s what happened in our first encounter. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to see how this goes. You see, service is very beautiful and handsome, because it makes someone beautiful and handsome as well despite the hardship that comes along with it. I got involved with him and I realize it was sweet and sometimes bitter, but mostly sweet. You’ll find yourself dedicating time in the fast pace world amidst a thousand responsibilities. You’ll find yourself sleeping late or waking up early. He does that you know! And even if sometimes he makes you angry for being stressed, he makes you do things you never know you can do. He tests your patience, your limits and sometimes how you love. Know that when you wanted in, you’ve surrendered yourself to the path of questions, uncertainties and risks. It truly is a roller coaster relationship. What did I learn from that relationship?

How to adjust and do less reacting, if we react more and adjust less, then things would remain unresolved.

Encourage, yourself and others along the way.

Accept faults, mistakes and criticisms.

Ride, as what Clofer used to tell me is to go with the flow and let loose sometimes.

Test answers and solutions to problems.

What did I learn from that relationship? I learned how to have a H-E-A-R-T filled with love.

Service and I have never broken up till now, but amidst the learning do let me tell you this, that loving does not mean messianic tendencies. Do cross oceans, but when you can’t do it, do cross seas first! The presidency is not technical. Maybe the technical part is reading memos, resolutions and signing papers. The presidency is a test of emotions. You will become the earphones, the stereo, the shock absorbers of problems, but don’t let it stop you. It’s kind of an emotional job but don’t do emotional transference, I learned this from my psychology friends, it will drain you. Be emotionally stable because you will become the pillar of support, the foundation.

There’s no perfect definition or standard on what it is about but know that it would be one of your best relationship!

To the 36th congress, know that love is always accompanied with pain. If it is not painful, then it is not love at all. You’d never feel that you’ve given your best. Know that in every pain, there’s a lesson you learn so it’s worth the pain after all. I say this to my 35th, I’ll say this to you, late gratification works like this: you’re doing your best but people don’t seem to mind or to care, don’t stop. What we’re doing is unconditional and the investment may not get returned, but that’s how service works. The best example of service is no other than Jesus when he dies on the cross for us without asking anything in return. That is true love. Be in love with your passion. It’s not enough to like it. If you only like it, surely it’s just like an on and off relationship. But if you love service, you will have every reason to stay.

To my 35th kids, most of us came in as tabula rasa. A blank canvass but I’m so proud of your growth! I’ve heard that when the term ends, yehey na! No. You’ll always be an SSC Officer, you’ll always be a leader, live it up. People are going to look up to you. So continue to be one, if you see pieces of trashes in the lobby, pick it up! If you see students counter flowing, correct them. Thank you for loving service. When I want to quit, when I lose the passion, and when the going gets tough, I just look at you guys and then I am reminded how I learned to love and I will continue to love service even more. You are the reason why I stayed. If you ever ran out of people to talk to 24/7, know that I am here.

Continue to move mountains of your dreams and extend possibilities of your passions!

Once again, good afternoon!

Valete!

In dedication to the past, you have been bruised and scarred for taking risky and life-changing decisions yet you still continue to love until it hurts, till it hurts no more. Thank you for existing, the present has become stronger, braver and bolder because of you. 

Posted in 2017, Adventure, Bravery, Courage, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Graduating, Leadership, Life, Love, She Said, Strength, Truth, Uncategorized

Graduation Pt. 1


Most people wonder how I did it.

How I managed to “balance” my academic life and my extra-curricular life.

I didn’t.

I never knew how to balance it.

I never figured out the secret formula on the balancing act.

Some days, my academics matter the most (that’s when you know I’m on the brink of getting a bad grade and you can’t see me because I’d be pulling an all-nighter and getting myself serious coffee -I usually don’t drink coffee because it will just upset my stomach). Most days, my extra-curricular activities are calling my name (that’s when I can’t even comb my hair and put on my intimidating-million-worries-face). 

I don’t know the secret to balancing both life since I’ve got only one life in this game. 

I’m still in awe on how I manage to snug both in one setting with me in one piece!

What I do know though, is this.

It will always begin and will always end in the spectrum of love (and priorities of course!). You don’t learn it overnight nor just a year, it’s a continuity of some sorts. The first year will be about adjusting, the next year it will go smoothly (okay maybe less) because you’ve learned the ropes. 


I started being involved academically ever since I uttered “school”. Bravely defying all odds to crash the class by being late and grabbing the chalk from my teacher. Talk about being two and without manners! This probably is one of my mother’s vivid memory when I entered pre-school. Trust me, my pre-school days as what I can remember is so the spoiled me. 

Moving up to grade school didn’t even tamed down the spoiled me. Though I studied, it was mainly because at the end I know I’d get my reward. I cannot remember what reward that was, but I know that if I do my best it will be waiting at the end of the finish line. They say that the highlight of my academic achievements happened during grade-school. True, but it wasn’t entirely the test of my capacity till high school came.

Dear high school, the time where I realized I’m not made to be just in class and answer questions and solve solutions. This was the first time that I laid my eyes on leadership and that was indeed love at first sight. I’ve seen girls wearing green and marching their hearts out at the amphitheater and I told myself I wanted to be like them. I didn’t get the opportunity to do that during my first year though. I ended up entering my application come second year and to tell you the truth I honestly did not expect that the training to become a girl scout in San Jose would be so hard (our training is patterned after the Boy Scouts because of the teachings of late Sir Damazo). My two weeks was hell. It drained my physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. My “proud” self, the self that feels “too important” finally realized how small I am, how I don’t know everything. We do it differently in scouting, it’s more than what they say as harsh, it was more on tough love. And that’s the reason why even at times, I try to tone it down, the main influence of my leadership journey will always go back to scouting. I learned that it doesn’t make sense to lead without doing it, to scold without actually complying, to react when you don’t even try. It didn’t stop there though. It became a landslide of extra-curricular activities, from handling the Publications, to leading the Recollect Augustinian Youth (voc jams are the bomb!), to getting whirled in the life of debate and other extra-curricular activities in school. Dubbed by most people as “stressed-girl” during high school, I just laughed it off because I wasn’t stressed, I just learned how love feels like. Don’t get me wrong, even if I handled a lot of organizations, my academics is not entirely polished! I remember crying in class because I can’t balance the sheets in accounting, I remember crying because for four consecutive times, I failed in my physics exam because I could not get the answer even if the formula is given. I was that student, too. I slept late because thesis happened and slept late preparing for org events. I cried a lot when I get stressed. I usually joked around and say that crying is good for my eyes because it’s cleansing. But eventually, my academics went and moved according to the flow and my organizations followed suit. 

What I can say is that truly, I’m not just made to just sit in class. I’ve learned the very essential values in extra-curricular activities. I’ve been shout at by my mentors with lines that goes, “Apolinar, don’t give me problems. Give me solutions to your problems!” Or “Apolinar, everyone is dispensable. Just because you are the best doesn’t mean you can’t get replaced. So practice!” And my favorite line, “Humility, always.” 

Looking back, I guess that’s how I got tough. Looking back, I couldn’t be anymore proud to my mentors and leaders way back. I owe to it to Tita Grace, , to Mommy Quat, to Miss Seville, to Ma’am Tomaroy, Kuya Melvin and among many others. Looking back, I owe my experience to them to who I am now, what I am now and where I am now. 
I told myself that it would be pure stupidity to enter in org activities during college. Indeed, I was the funny one because during the first week of college, I remembered crying (okay guys, himi jud kaayo ko) because I don’t have anything to do and it was driving me insane! The best decision was to join orgs and it was truly the best decision. 

I’d always have my Debate, JJD and SSC to thank for throughout my college life. For continuously molding me and challenging me to try to find ways to handle organizations. Trust me, it wasn’t easy! I was trained differently and I got slightly confused on how to adjust. On some cases, that wasn’t the case. I’m still the strict person who’d always nag about deadlines, cleanliness, being on time, and whatever I find at that moment. Debate though was another story! It was more of like finding a reason to stay, and I couldn’t be anymore prouder because in staying, I’ve learned the value of what it means to be in love. So as the council, I promised to never get involved when I will reach my fourth year in Uni because I would dedicate my last year studying and spending it with the friends and answering invitations of conferences in the country and even abroad. But it didn’t happen that way though. But I never regretted it because if I didn’t entered the council, I would never know the people who would become my earphones and shock absorbers. I’d always be thankful to the council for letting me learn and open up the soft side of myself (secretly haha).

I’ve maybe witnessed my growth. Maybe people who have been with me witnessed my growth. Whichever way.  

I still remember doing my org list if I get bored at class and doing my acad list if I know that I might fail the subject. 

I’ve had this idea that I’d only bring my homeworks to the house and leave org matters at school. Guess what? I’m not bringing both because the house is for sleeping and binge-watching series! 

College was entirely different in terms of academics. The competition scene is there but it was mostly on how I manage to endure not sleeping early and making written works. Trust me, I feel like half of my college days was spent sleeping because I can’t think clearly when it comes to my academics. But the feeling to get a low grade because I didn’t study made me challenge myself more because I have this idea that if I studied, I would have gotten a better grade plus a different set of reward was waiting so I had to make an effort.

I guess it’s a matter of priorities and goal setting. I guess it’s always that. I still put my acads on top of my to-do-list and label my organizations according to importance. And though I skipped class because of my orgs, trust me, I cried on that, too! It will always be a burden for me to catch up, but I love the thrill and the excitement of both and I guess that I might suck at building my own studying habit (which I do recommend to have one!), I managed to suck it up and work my way. 

The road wasn’t easy. This is where my family and friends comes in and I couldn’t be anymore than happier. I will never forget their nagging and pressures to live up being responsible! Indeed, it surely pays off.  



I guess this is for the days that I didn’t go home, this is for the Sunday’s and the week that I’m away to some place debating, or fixing an event. This is for the idea that I’ve become a boarder in my parent’s house. This is for the days that I want to give up and quit. This is for the days that I recited the Desiderata for guidance and the Don’t Quit Poem for motivation. This is for the days that I said, “go on, Kimmy, try again. And this time try super hard! You are superwoman anyway. So suck it up and don’t cry ma ruin imong eyeliner.” This is for the days that I asked fro help from the people around me. This is for everyone who has been my inspiration.

So congrats, self! For slightly breaking the idea that just because your life revolves on your extra-curricular activities, you can’t excel academically. 


With that, it’s your turn to defy some traditional lines and be a modern superhero 😉

Valete! 

Posted in 2017, Adventure, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Graduating, Life, Strength, Truth, Uncategorized

Amazing AB-IS

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(below is the transcript of my speech during the tribute)

Dr. Glenn G. Pajares, Dean, College of Arts and Sciences

Our beloved professors, Dr. Angel Espiritu II, Mr. Allan Quinanola

Panel, IS Students, 4th years, Ladies and Gentlemen,

Good Evening!

The only thing that is constant in the world is change. The hands of time is not an exemption to this. Finally! The four years of (maybe) because I’m not sure; burning midnight candles (as if), cramming for an exam (true to some), doing homeworks at home (who are we kidding?) but mostly doing homeworks in school, writing (typing, copying and pasting not from Wikipedia because we know better) reading JSTOR.ORG. The four years of struggle, the happiness, the sadness, the moments that are in between in quest for tertiary education will finally be over soon.

For four years, I’ve listened to stories of why we chose the course. A few was because, “my parents picked it for me”, some was because “I have nowhere to go and the course sounds good”, others was because they like the course, but most was because they said “walang Math” but who are kidding? Math A palang daan na Business Math plus gi pun.an pa ug Math D na Statistics, wala juy Math diba? But amidst all reasons whether we did not start loving the course 100% for the first time, for the second time, or for the third, for the fourth, or even for the fifth time, we eventually invested and sometimes we fail for a few times and fell for it a hundred times over.

As you open the doors of our favorite classroom, favorite because mostly we spent all/ half our time there. 418A, 419A, 402 and don’t forget 321. You’ll see people from different walks of life, with different interests and personality and you begin to wonder how we come together? We just simply tolerate one another, no, I’m kidding, we, as the 5th Conflict Management Style notes: Collaborating for questions that need answers.

An anarchic form of government system is I’d describe the class for the first time, but eventually it’s just a mellow form to different states promoting their self-interest. In the case of Canada, headed by Prime Minister Renato “Arzel” Alondres III who makes the class lighter and less burdensome with his valid but laughable questions and answers and continues to fight for wanting to immigrate to Canada alongside with the energetic and best advisers Byl and Carl. The class will always burst into happiness. With Byl’s bestfriend in the name of Salve, Reginald who collects money from the class and spams your inbox which apparently is very useful especially to his archnemesis Clyde Castillo who for four years never failed to bully each one in the class and you learn to either ignore or fight back like the mean girls who wears pink on Wednesdays. Let’s hid their names as Sheen, Nic, Ada and Kim. On the other side of the mean girls table are the good girls who continues to make diplomatic notes despire the chaos that’s happening around. Jessa Aunzo, Cristel Dagaraga, Krystel Arabaca, Kim Allosada, Kate Segovia, Ciara Dinopol, Isabelle Oamilda, Marianne Yanson, Jessa Embalzado, and Joanna Villaraiz ,who trust me, are diplomatic note takers in the morning but k-popers at night which by the way, their lead singer is “Salve”. Diba revelations? On the other side of the coin, a very observant state comes into place with Rae, Shiela and Mairiz but don’t underestimate, they talk back when they are not pleased! Mary Grace, Queenie and Jasmine, the singing trio, you need people who’ll do your intermission number? Call them but convince them! With Ate Kim if ever you need clothes, Jemicha and Sheraleen if you need beauty products or tips, and Tara (who’ll graduate next sem with Kate). Oh, and don’t forget the American Politics book Fern warned Mona and Jen who loves to read books and who apparently are the people who finished a book in the entire four years stay. This class has been what they say, but to us, this class no matter what will always be something. From passing thesis, overcoming reports, from a shy individual to being confident. You name it!

They say that endings are beginning and that indeed is true. Endings also leaves a bittersweet memory for conversations for the future. Though we started as forty in class and some found their purpose in life, some graduated ahead of us, while others will follow suit. We will always be the Amazing AB-IS 1, 2, 3, and finally 4 as our secret group in Facebook says. As we go on with our lives, we’d always be thankful for our alma matter, our teachers, our classmates, the International Studies family for making our stay wonderful despite everything else. Ladies and Gentlemen, as the line of the song goes, with a little bit of twist, “We didn’t start the fire it was always burning since the worlds been turning, we didn’t start the fire but it will continue to burn and we when we leave we will always pay it forward.” Good Evening!

Valete!

Posted in 2016, Adventure, Bravery, Courage, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Life, Love, Solo Traveling, Strength, Travel, Truth, Walls

Kimmy Takes Boracay Ver. 2

I fell in love with the hashtag my dear friend, Cherry, gave me when I was traveling alone in Singapore last August which was #KimmyTakes and I guess I’ve been stuck with it, if ever I’m traveling alone (plus I added #monopodgoals too!) It’s my second solo trip this year and I’m questioning myself if either I’m the type of person that people liked to ditch or just insane (well both).

Supposedly, I’m going with my friends, but last minute changes happened along the way, so this time, I’m taking myself to Boracay, Philippines which according to my research is more fun when you have your family or friends with you. Trust me, it does (plus you can save some expenses too! Haha). 

With my four days, three nights trip. I’ve fancied my way through the beaches of Station 1, Station 2 and a little bit of Station 3 (I have a low stamina because I walked haha). I’ve learned some tips along the way. My trip isn’t your typical let-us-have-fun-trip and adrenaline-pumping-ride (I’m saving that when I will come back in Boracay my sister). Rather, it’s more on unwinding from stress (the-solo-way). 


These are just few of the takeaways that I have for this soulful trip.

1. Pick a date. I already had my eye on which date I will plot to go to Boracay last summer, so it was easier for me to play with promo rates from different airlines.

2. Pick a stop. You have two options to get to Boracay. One, is you take the Kalibo route which is approximately 2 hours away from Caticlan and two, is you take the Caticlan route which is approximately 15 minutes to Boracay Island. I was playing with promo rates and I got my one-way (you’ll know soon!) ticket from Cebu to Kalibo for just 600php (c/o Cebu Pacific). Imagine the price that I saved! A usual one-way ticket from Cebu to Kalibo will cost you around 1,500php and from Cebu to Caticlan (a nearer route) one-way ticket will cost you around 3,000php. It will continue to go higher if you delay your booking.

3. Plan your accommodations. It was less hassle for my part because my parents are members of Club Astoria, so I basically got my accoms for free! I just realized that if my accoms weren’t free, then Boracay is quite expensive if you want to stay at a better hotel if that’s your goal. But if it’s entirely a different goal then there are budget hotels in the Island as well.

The room is big that it can fit 6 people!
Drinks to welcome you (I didn’t understand the taste tho 😂)

4. And that’s it. 

5. I’m kidding! But I basically ended with number three plus I got ditched so I immediately researched for ways to get from Kalibo to Caticlan safely since my flight happens to be at night. 

6. Kalibo-Caticlan getaway. Cebu Pacific offers a one-way ticket going to Caticlan, plus the terminal fee and environmental fee with a Boat Ride to Boracay Island and a door-to-door transportation to the hotel of your choice. I grabbed the chance and bought it for 650php and that saved me for that night (since I have no energy to come up with life-saving techniques aka find a lower price because I arrived 8pm! plus I wasn’t in the mood to do anymore thinking that night). 

7. Bring #ootds. Since, Boracay is literally lovely! You can never go wrong in taking #ootd shots even when you’re going solo, you can ask anyone to take photos of you. 

My only decent full body photo courtesy of some random person

8. Bring your monopod/tripod. Since you’re traveling solo, that also means less decent pictures. So let’s compromise and bring some monopod/tripod for your phone or camera. It will do the trick (plus some lovely photos, too!)


9. Plan and unplan. I planned on which restaurants to go to, but I ended up diverting away from my plan. It’s good to have a back-up plan though if ever you’ll fail on the diverted plan. 


10. Bring cash. Boracay Island is not entirely cheap. I went inside Starbucks and the prices increased from what I am used to. A belgian waffle costs 95php in Cebu, costs 105php in Boracay. Same goes to some restaurants (if you really like restaurant exploring), they are quite expensive actually. Bring cash as well for souvenirs! 


11. Have fun and try new things. Even though I was traveling alone, I did have fun — by my definition of fun that means I go out at night for some chill music sessions by the beach and have morning and afternoon strolls (plus food trips in between). It’s quite expensive and kind of sad to do water sports alone, so I made a pass (and will do it with my sister soon or calling out my friends or, or my soon to be best…love lol, not happening!).


12. You can survive. You really can if you also think you can then you can (get me? Haha!


It’s never a dull moment even if you try going to some place you never knew how to navigate and alone. You’ll get this feeling of euphoria and you can’t get it out from your system and later you’ll eventually crave for it once more. People usually call me out for doing such crazy scheme like traveling alone!, but I, in turn, brushed it off and just think of it as one for the books! You know I’m a hopeless romantic (lol), so I try to think of it as a fun story to tell and brag my future love about (because he found me late –that if late has a standard!). 


On the other note, I dedicate this post to Sir Phil and Charles who won the 2nd Visayas Universities Debate Championship-BP (I guess ditching Boracay has its perks 😎) Congratulations guys! 

Valete!

Posted in 2016, Adventure, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Life, She Said, Truth

2016 Pt. 1

I’ll say it, 2016 is the year that made me wanna pick a fight! From intern applications to thesis defense, plus working my way to battle procrastination on the onset, to online trolls and fake colleagues (which by the way I learned better not to engage these kind of people). It is full of surprises and shenanigans as the days become weeks and eventually months that continuously trying to unfold limitless possibilities that made me cry and laugh at the same time. 2016 was the year where I pretty much had plenty of losses and earned genuine gains at the end of day. It is truly a roller-coaster ride and I wouldn’t have it in any other way. Here are my 2016 takeaways, and maybe I’d inspire you to take it to the next level this 2017!


1. Build GENUINE networks

There, I said it! It’s not just enough to build a network, but building a network that’s genuine enough for you to share your passions and cravings to make the world a little bit better. I’ve pretty much learned to be “reasonably disturbed” thanks to my Ayala Young Leaders family. They taught me that it is not impossible to throw my starfish (I’m still on that process though 😁). At the same time, to re-evaluate myself if I’m still at the “right bus” thanks to my Aboitiz family. You see, building genuine networks of people who may have different walks and passions will open your life to limitless knowledge and experience. So don’t sulk at the corner, open up websites that sparks your interest. Engage with people who’d have the same passion as you. Talk and talk, but talk genuinely!

2. Take a LEAP of faith

Cliche as it may seem to be, take a leap of faith. In that leap of faith, you never really know what’s in store for you at the end of the road, or whether it will be fine on the other end. I made my leap of faith by traveling alone this year and saying yes to becoming the standard bearer of our political party and eventually the President of the Student Council in school. It’s really up to you because people around you may be entitled to their own opinion, but who cares? Take that leap of faith this 2017! Ever wanting to travel alone? Or going for that dream job that you really want? Or telling someone you like that you like them, well duh! Go, make that leap!

3. Dream BIG

Dreaming big means being afraid of that dream. It scares you, it makes you move out of your comfort zone, it makes you want to take risks, it makes you see yourself doing things you did not think you can do. It’s now time to assess what you really want, time to open skeletons in your closet for those dreams that were stored for too long. It’s never too late to go after your dreams. Dream big, besides, it’s free!

4. Put your feelings at the right moment

It’s okay to be happy when you’re all out and being fun and all. Yet, it’s not okay to be too happy when you’re attending someone’s funeral! Get it? Put your feelings at where it should be. If you feel that getting too close may dim your judgment at work, then don’t get too close. If you feel that you don’t need to give advice but just sympathize by being around your friend, then do it. There’s a right place and a right time for those feelings!

5. Okay, walls and bridges!

This seems generic. But everyone has their own share of walls and bridges. Walls to cover up and become barriers when it comes to being hurt and bridges to connect or burn at the same time. Well, make use of that! It cannot partly hurt if you lower your guard down for a bit when it comes to relationships, nor it’s not bad to burn bridges of toxic friendships and workmates. It’s part of daily life! Make sure you keep those who are worth keeping, and distance yourself from those who make clear water into a muddy milkshake (okay wrong metaphors 😂) but you get me.

People come, people go. I learned that the hard way this year. But as my ever delightful friends will say, “It’s part of growing up.” I’ve listed five, I’m pretty sure I have more than five, and you can think of more, too. Don’t be afraid to start 2017 right, well if it doesn’t go right, we can always go left. Okay, I’m kidding! Just remember that it didn’t go right the first time around for Thomas Edison.

It’s 6:00pm and we’ve got 6 hours more before 2017 will commence, and funnily I’m in-charge of setting up the table this NYE. I gotta end this. Thank you for reading my impulsive-no-consistency-posts this 2016. Cheers to more adventures!

Valete!

Posted in Adventure, Dreams, Experiences, Leadership, Life, Solo Traveling, Travel

Kimmy Takes Diaries: Singapore

I came across the Global Young Leaders Travel and Learning Camp (GYLTLC) from the Youthop website and impulsively decided to apply for the program because I have nothing to do that day and decided to direct my energy trying out essay applications (if only I have the same amount of energy when making reports) haha!
I sent my application and forgot about it for a few weeks until I received an e-mail which says I got in!

And that dear readers, is the story on how I got here!

I took a connecting flight from Cebu to Manila and unexpectedly met my dear high school classmate who’s going to Manila for a competition.

Kuya stewardess at the back looking handsome!
We’re the last one who left the plane

I finally managed to get through immigration and board the plane to Singapore. The entire flight totaled to approximately seven hours including the layover. While I was on the plane, I felt excited at the same time fearful because this time, I am going to be alone (that means less #ootds).

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You can never go wrong with the airplane’s window seat

To keep myself out of boredom, I listed few challenges that I want to do when I get there (after Leadership sessions).

1. Ride a train from Airport to Hotel bringing your luggage (or vice versa).

2. Go to Orchard Road

3. Try their signature dish at Sunday Folks

4. Clarke Quay + Have Fun

5. Explore IMM

6. Find a Church

7. Singapore Flyer at Night

8. Dine Out (alone!)

9. Get lost

10. Blend in! (Less touristy feels)

Sadly, I got to do just 8/10 because of time constraints.

Here’s some 8/10 snaps minus the train-luggage photo.

Orchard Ion at Orchard Road close-up
Went to the other side of Orchard Road to take a photo of the Orchard Ion
Went to Clarke Quay and found this chill place with Eloise!
At this fancy staircase at the Fullerton Hotel
Passing through IMM via this hospital 😮
First dine-out alone!
The next few days, I decided to just do take-out 😁
Literally getting lost (not hopeless though!)

And yes! People thought that I am a local. Was it because I’m wearing an eyeliner that defined my eyes (Chinese way!)? Haha, I just had fun pretending to be one.

Till next #KimmyTakes diaries.

Valete!

Posted in Dreams, Feelings, Life, Love, Poem, She Said

Dreaming and Wanting

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The spaces in between will be filled, soon.

In another world, where galaxies meet.

Perhaps, I’d find myself wanting a kid.

Perhaps a daughter, perhaps a son.

Their eyes will sparkle like the stars. It holds secrets and hopes of the world. I’d let them see how beautiful people are.  No matter what race they belong, nor the color of their skin. That the skin is nothing, but what is important is the soul we have deep inside. That souls are wonderfully engraved upon our bodies teaching us that one way or another we are all the same.

With mouths that will speak of love. It will never be afraid to speak of Thank You’s and I’m Sorry’s and I Love You’s. They’d say it. But they need to be afraid to use the words that hurt and that judge. Never use them over two men who kissed each other at the road, nor two women holding hands at the Harbor.

With hands that glitter of dreams. It will make and produce music. Music that no matter how other people will treat it, I will still cherish it. It will paint the white walls in the house with art. Varied and colorful, I will remind them that they are so beautifully made by a Higher Being from spectrum of colors beyond their reach. Their hands will be filled with life that it will create the life of giving and helping other people. It will never be afraid to lend a hand to draw a house, build some bricks or to simply lend a hand to those elderly crossing the street.

With feet that are so strong like the gushing waves. It will never give up from the very long race of life. It will be programmed to rest just like most people, but it will never give up like the rest. It will be there to support them through tough times when mommy cannot come because they are oceans apart. It will be there to make them comfortable, it will be there to take them to places beyond their imagination. It will grant them independence to explore the world, and I will be there to tell them my journey with their grandfathers and grandmothers, my journey with their aunt and uncles, my journey with my self and the most important story is my journey with their dad. It will build them up and when they stumble, I will let them laugh at their silliness but I will never ever pick them up. They need to learn that they are strong and can do it on their own.

With minds that are so vast like the universe. It will read every book and try everything! It will debate social issues and will try to solve them. Their minds will be a book, so open, so liberated! They’d never be afraid to ask questions and raise right opinions. It will be there to guide them to be street smart just like their mother, and it will be there to command and discipline just like their father. Their minds will be filled with knowledge, but I will let them know that to seek knowledge is to know nothing.

And with hearts that gives like no other. I will tell them the story of how walls were built to protect people from getting hurt, but the lesson is not to build high walls but to lower it down because the person waiting for them is at the other side. I’d tell them how I met their dad and the first time around isn’t like the movies they have watched, because the first time I met their dad it was at the school fair, or some musical event. It doesn’t matter which place, but when I met their dad, the encounter was messy, I was messy. I was made of high walls and I built it higher and higher and higher, no one dared to climb. Their dad never climbed at all! They’d ask me why did I end up with their dad. I’d tell them he was soft, he made me laugh, he doesn’t stop talking and asking about how my day went, he was there like a bestfriend, he treated me right, he was funny, he was everything. At first I didn’t get it but their dad was an honest man. He told me that he’d love me and would never stop making me his. It wasn’t a call for possession, it was a call for their mommy. I was a mess and I almost messed up everything, but I now know that hearts are mysterious and you can never figure it out. Yet, their mommy managed to figure it out a bit. Their mommy, the strong and fearless, their mommy who vowed to never be tamed, did not get tame at the end. Instead, she learned to lower her pride and accept that someone like their daddy loved her the way she is. It was magical. The heart is magical. Their hearts will be magical.

When I will have a son or daughter, I will teach them the things that I am not.

They’d be speaking sense in my life, when I will forget the gripping moments of my youth. I can have fun and live life. I will tell them stories of survival and passion, but I will not tell them that the world will hurt them. It will be up to them to discover it. I’d never take away the thrill and the mystery. But I will be there when it’s over.

And once the world will disappoint them and hurt them, I’d tell them it’s not okay. But it’s okay to be sad and to cry.

Cry because it hurts. Cry because it doesn’t make you weak.  It makes you human. Mommy will always be there.

But right now, I am okay. I am fine seeing kids smile because I made a goofy face, I am fine making them laugh, I am fine playing with them as a sister, as a friend.

Right now this is enough.

And being a mother in the near future, much less believe someone is still there to love me, I still cannot fathom it.

Valete! 

Posted in Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Intimacy, Life, Love, She Said, Truth, Uncategorized, Walls

Letters

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Captured: Nhi

Dear Past Self,

For pulling through all these years,

With puffy eyes because determination does not take no for an answer;
With runny nose for trying every opportunities that comes in your way;
With kind ears for every poems and songs that are slowly becoming a comfortable place;
With swollen lips that did not have enough water regime because you love to share your words and question beliefs;
With calloused hands that writes the most beautiful stories of passion and survival;
With bruised knees because running is the only solace that can release endorphins for a challenging day and you need all the energy to be happy;
With aching feet for walking and catching up with the people that mattered and will matter;
With a broken heart because you give pieces indirectly to the people you care;

You tried everything unconditionally, eventually you failed because along the way, some things don’t work out. You figured out that you’re also human and capable of feelings which you cannot standardize everyone else’s.

You’ve learn so much, and will learn so much. You kept friendships and lose some. You wallow for the losses but never give up on trying to build new ones. You will love plenty and lose plenty, yet continue to do it anyway because everything is a process which you still cannot comprehend.

Thank you for pulling through all these years with me. For the patience, for the knowledge, for the gift of family, friends, acquaintances and strangers.

Valete!

Posted in Dreams, Experiences, Intimacy, Life, She Said, Truth, Uncategorized, Walls

Twenty Takes

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📷: Nhi
I have long accepted challenges that comes in my way, but this challenge is particularly different. Since I revamped my blog (not so long ago), what better way to get to know my thoughts, my fears, my likes, and my dislikes through a twenty-take challenge!

1. I am lactose intolerant. I know, it is sad! But there are days where I defy the odds and take on lactose products wishing the side-effects will not happen, but guess what? It doesn’t!
2. Though I am lactose intolerant, I really really really love ice cream! No fuss flavor, vanilla is my favorite! You can also hand me cookies and cream anytime of the day.
3. I am a rice eater. Take me at any food place as long as there is rice on the menu then I’m the happiest girl alive! When I go to places that rice is an option, I diligently look for it! I can finish up to six bowls to half-filled rice cooker, that if I’m very hungry. Most of the days two bowls is enough.
4. Did I mention I love to eat? Plus I love anything spicy! I feel that a meal won’t be complete if ever it’s not spicy 😁
5. I love books. I like to read books. I have read over 591 (and a half) books ranging from fiction to non-fiction. The huge chunk of reading happened way back high school years.
6. I am super talkative! I love to talk most of the time. I tried to keep my mouth shut in a crowd, but it only lasts for five minutes.
7. I love to travel! Though I wish I could have more time and money to do it.
8. My first solo trip in the country was way back 10 years ago (thank you parents!). Took my first solo trip going to Subic Bay for a camp…
9. While my first solo trip abroad was just recent. I went to Singapore to attend a Leaders Travel and Learning Camp. Though it wasn’t my first time there, I got worried if ever I can make it out! I got lost most of the time, but had the most amazing “me” time. I also was mistaken for a Chinese and a local!
10. I’m not a dessert kind of person. I have low tolerance for anything sweet, much more too sweet. I can’t basically finish a slice of chocolate cake!

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We’re halfway there!
11. I like to watch tv series. My favorite includes Castle, How to Get Away With Murder, How I Met Your Mother, Quantico, New Girl, NCIS and Scandal!
12. My curls came from a long process of not taking good care of my straight hair. So basically, it is natural! Do I miss my straight hair? Some days, but I love having my curls around as long as it doesn’t puff!
13. I like dressing up. The world is my runway anyway. I’m a mini-skirt-kind of girl. I have two pairs of pants just for the sake that I can get inside the University. I am not a fan of sneakers though, it does not look good on me.
14. I love my scarves! I love having them and pairing it up with an outfit. Gift ideas? A scarf would do!
15. My favorite subject while I was growing up was History. I like learning what happened in the past so that I can understand the present.
16. I believe that I shall not be contained in a classroom. Though I value knowledge, I cannot sit still in a class lecture that will last for even an hour! Imagine my attention span. But even if that’s the case, I still study to maintain my grade. I am mostly an extra-curricular kind of girl. You can find me running from one event to another, or running a council to juggling debate practices over the weekend. That and my events management business that I have with my high school friends plus my networking business (which today is inactive because of demands from the University).
17. I hoard notebooks and journals and to-do lists! I basically go gaga over those things.
18. I haven’t read Harry Potter. And yes, I will read it in the near future. I’m finding the particular time to buy the book set.
19. I do not like animals except a panda, a lion, and a dog! Apart from that, count me out.
20. You guessed it right! I don’t have anyone special (the romantic kind) never had one ever since birth. Yet, I make the best advice (my friends will debate with me on this one).

Valete!