Posted in 2017, Adventure, Bravery, Choices, Courage, Dreams, Experiences, Feelings, Future, Life, Love, She Said, Strength, Travel, Truth, Uncategorized, Walls, Work

Kim’s Journal: The Big Move

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Some days you just have to create color

“I’ve made impulsive and cautious decisions over the course of my life. With impulse, I’ve lost and made friends, money, opportunities and even myself. With caution, there’s still not much of a difference since I’ve also lost relationships, money, opportunities and even myself. But on the bright side, I’ve gained a will to carry on, a time to rethink my steps and gain wisdom (I hope so!).”

After graduation I was offered opportunities and I, being honest here, rejected and did not take them. It wasn’t entitlement, it was finding a sense of happiness and purpose, I guess. The reason? Well, I felt empty and quite nowhere. A few months before graduation, I felt that the topmost priority for me was a job! People kept asking where I will work or where I want to work. I answered them just to simply keep them from probing more questions that I didn’t want to answer, because the truthful answer that they wouldn’t have wanted to hear was, “I don’t know.”

I honestly don’t know. I’ve checked out opportunities and felt that it could work and suddenly when it came, I was the first one out of the door. I went into interviews but withdrew my application after the interviews because I felt that it wasn’t right. I entered engagements, but chickened out a few days before it started because my gut felt so burdened. I was not in-between, nor was I myself. It was the first time that I encountered the other side of myself. It didn’t scare me, but it amused me for a moment. I came to realize that’s just me being human.

Over the years, I’ve had decisions that was inorganic due to pressure and to not wanting to have bad blood over the people in my life over the choices that I made. I’ve had engagements that I could not back out. I told myself, this time, it’s going to be different. Fast forward to months after dilly-dallying everything, I (think I) finally settled at the moment.

Moving from a big city to a bigger city and letting go of the comforts of what my home used to offer me was exciting and kind of sad (I learned some basic life skills like how to do laundry!!!). That was what my adventurous self felt. Yet, a few days of boarding into a new adventure, my cautious self wanted out. It wanted to crawl back to the rock that I have been living in over the course of two months. But a bigger part of me wanted in. Talk about irony! It wanted to try — to try to do something I’ve never done for myself (i.e. make bigger decisions in life). It wanted to fully make an organic choice. Without pressure, without negative factors. And it was liberating.

The main thing that I’ve learned from this big move is that things will come at the right time. Though people will have it differently, case in point: the demarcation line of the different levels of privilege. My feeble heart still believes that we can break that line even if chances are so slim. Those set-backs are part of something bigger. Though it won’t come easily and the process of going there may seem to suck everything out of that spirit within us, don’t give up (just curse or release that via yoga or some stress balls).

Getting to where you want to go is in itself what we do in life. Believe me, I never planned for this. I have a book which I’d like to call a goal book, where I’ve written my planned dreams (including but not limited to getting a job at X company), and a lot of other things. But this one came in my most unplanned moment and in my most impulsive moment.

Remember though that this is not a race. I know we’ve been exposed to the internet, of people and the lives that they live. A little part of me envies it sometimes, but this is one thing that I believe: that deep inside everyone has different lives, different shoes to fill, different problems to face. No matter how happy it may seem, we all have some fucked up moments too. If I wished my life was different, I would not have met beautiful people along the way; the people who helped me paint life beautifully.

I’d stop here. But whoever you are, whatever you are doing and wherever you may be, I wish you’d never lose hope (it’s free!) and courage to keep moving forward (by that I mean, study smartly, discipline yourself if you want to lose weight, and things that you know better vs me). You’d eventually find your place in the bigger scheme of things. And if you haven’t, and you’re stuck at doing what you least like, you may need that experience and wisdom (and money) to move yourself through what you really desire. I wish I could say believe me, that would be so hypocritical of me then, but we need to start somewhere right? And if the chapters that we’re having now in our books will lead us closer to whatever we want in the next 10 chapters or so, then we might as well try.

 

Valete!

 

P.S. This is to our past self who belittled ourselves. The present is laughing right now because the universe truly conspires for things to happen. Some beautiful things do come in the most unplanned and unexpected moments. And some arrive because we planned them beautifully and passionately. Trust in that timing and if it fails, then that’s a bonus round to keep on trying.

 

Posted in 2017, Choices, Dedication, Experiences, Feelings, Future, Life, Love, pain, Quotes, Relationships, She Said, Strength, Truth, Walls

Abundance of Noes

A meaningful no is better than an empty yes

At that time when you said no,

I’ve weaved reasons as to what it means

Does it mean yes but perhaps later?

When we’re slightly older,

When we can pay our own meals,

When we can pay our own bills,

Older

That signifies an additional year or two or even ten,

When we are established,

Ready to settle,

Ready to say this is the time,

Does it mean yes but perhaps in another lifetime?

When we can’t risk bonds and ropes woven in our lives

When we can’t sever ties of friendships, of relationships beyond ours

Does it mean yes but perhaps not in this world?

Where it’s just the two us

No judgments

No prejudices

No lies

No boundaries

No prying eyes

Just us

Does it mean yes?

With hope in my heart

That someday we could be

We could find ourselves in the sand

Lying till our backs hurt

Lying till we are tanned

Spilling our dreams, our hopes and our fears

Spilling everything that we’re not

Spilling everything that we wish we are

No holding back

Just pure surrender?

I’ve come to learn from the books that I’ve read and the articles that I’ve found

That made my reasoning more okay

More bearable

More kind

Stubborn as my heart

That maybe no means almost

We could almost danced.

We could almost held hands.

We could almost kissed.

We could almost had it.

We could almost had our moment.

We could almost be.
But my stubbornness has its limits

And when the clues of the universe made sense

It make a lot of sense

Unforgiving

Harsh

But I’ve been made and shaped by the universe long ago

In much worst conditions

I guess it didn’t hurt that much now though

I guess it just

Stings

I just made up reason of your no

Your no does not mean yes

Your no does not mean almost

Your no does not mean possibilities

Your no does not mean ever after

Your no means no

And I asked and begged for the universe to turn it around

For it to sound yes

But the universe whispered,

“Oh darling, when the time comes, when he comes, when the one is really for you, you won’t be begging for me, he will stay, his yes will be yes.”

But the stubborn master,

Behind the bleeding walls of the body

Who pumps and deliver

Could not wonder but ask

“What if he’s the one and he says no?”

The universe laughed

“His no will be different amongst others.”

But the stubborn master asked again

“How do you know?”

“You don’t. You just feel. And it feels right.”
An abundance of your no that’s what it means to get one meaningful yes

And I’d stop asking the universe for signs

I’d stop praying for things to turn around

I’d stop making idealistic stories of us

An meaningful yes’ will come

And that time it won’t be you

It will be my yes

We’ll meet and we’d talk about how funny it was that

We’d both pray for things to be fine

And

We’d both thank the universe that we’re both ours

That I am his

That he’s mine

Till then, have fun my yes

Continue to learn, laugh and love

Till we meet

Until we meet

I’d continue to bend my knees and wish you well on your journey

That you’d come

Ready to learn, laugh and love with me.

Without reservations

Without hesitations

Without restrictions

Without reasons

Where finally, yes means yes, no means no, and maybe, just maybe means in-between-of

I could, I would.

 

Valete!

 

In dedication to everyone’s no’s and almost’s. May you find your yes, not your no’s, not your almost’s. Continue to love and get stung until it feels right. Don’t settle for someone who’d play you around and does not take you seriously, you are worth more than games and dares. I hope you understand that this ain’t some race, you are worth more than that and someone will take you seriously. So don’t fret, just continue to breathe and don’t forget to live. 

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, Comfort, Dedication, Feelings, Love, pain, Poem, Quotes, Strength, Truth

Remnants of Space

Palm to palm

Across the space

Of the milky way

Of the colors that seems to blend

Of everything so still, so perfect

You are perfect

Your smile speaks of a hundred echoes across the core of the earth

Your kindness speaks of a thousand spectrum of sound waves that seems to calm everyone around

You are perfect

And this you should know

And perfect breaks, too

Like how every galaxies go

It breaks into something more perfect than before

So know that perfect breaks

From memories

From moments

From people

From you

But perfect is perfect

Intangible to everyone

Subjective to someone

But you, you are perfect and you deserve someone who’s not running away mid race

You deserve someone who’s not going to stop the flight mid air

You deserve someone who’d stay

You deserve someone who’d stand with you amidst the fear that both of you holds

You deserve the commitment

You deserve the love

But if you find someone who’d leave, know that if doesn’t make you less perfect

Perfect is being broken

Perfect is being okay

Perfect is being able to grasp the world like a two-year old

Curious

Amazed

Proud

Of the discovery

Of the joy

Of the laughter

Of the sorrow

Of the pain

Know that you were perfect even before he came, even after he left

You are galaxy

A collision of meteors and star dust

Of brilliance that shines at night and gives light at midday

You are cosmo

Residing between time and space

Of the living and non-living

A telescope is not enough to explore the ends of you

But it is the start of unconditional set-ups and get to know you’s

You are perfect

You are enough

You will find someone who’d see you as you

But if he comes back

Or if he does not come at all

Know that you are perfect, first amongst all.

 

Valete!

 

In dedication to my little brother. May you find the love that you deserve. 

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

Kim’s Journal: 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

#KimmyTakes: Boracay

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!

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Stills and Learning

Persona of notices of moments that were long gone
Persona of everything doesn’t go according to my will
Persona of a delusional future and a dysfunctional present

You’ll eventually learn that promises are notices of moments that you long to have and sometimes they’re notices of the deadlines of what could happen. You’ll eventually learn that words are just words unless you put meaning and life unto it. Until you place it in your heart and hold on to it for the rest of your life. You’ll eventually learn that expectations are part of human life and eventually they’ll rip your hearts into pieces that could morphed into the feeling of betrayal but eventually you’ll learn to laugh at yourself for believing that you’re always the first option, when in fact options are not constant in this world. Eventually you’ll learn your place in his life as mere spectator or a passing friend and you’d cope up with the loss and the pain and everything messy in between. You’ll eventually learn to distance yourself as time keeps on speeding by because velocity is something you cannot obtain easily. You’ll eventually stop writing stories in your head, stories of confessions and break-ups because you eventually learn that weaving stories in your brain is making you delusional of the future and dysfunctional of the present. Eventually you’ll learn that everything does not go according to your will and the world even if they conspire for you will eventually stab you sometimes, but you’ll eventually learn that it’s how they inculcate lessons and miracles. Eventually you’ll learn that what you learned is not enough and you have the world as your library to explore. And even if you have to do it on your own sometimes, eventually you’ll learn that being able to lean on yourself for comfort is not selfish but it’s how you learn to be sane for some time. Eventually you’ll get tired and wished that even if you’re some smart, classy, strong and independent woman there will come a time when you just want to curl on the sofa and wished that he will stroke your hair for comfort, that you will not be alone. Eventually I’m good at making up romantic scenarios but eventually I learned it will keep on letting me hope and hope comes with hurt all the time.

But…

Even if I learned those things, I will still continue on learning about you and I will never stop loving you from a distance.

 

Valete!

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Leadership Takeaway: Courage

Me: This is crazy. Okay, self, you’ve been through a lot, this is just a piece of cake. Here goes nothing (and then I began walking plus the poles were shaky!)

I am a believer of all things possible. That’s what I told myself when things go wrong or when things are not moving at all. I am a believer, that for you to take on challenges you must have this drive, this will, this thing-that-you-cannot-explain out there for yourself to own.

Last January, I attended my political party’s convention due to my dear friend who told me to just try. Instinct told me that if I ever stepped foot on that place, I might be forced (encouraged was the term they use) to run for our student government in the University. Trust me, I didn’t want anything to do with the student government (mainly because I didn’t have any affinity to it). I just had a bad feeling about it, it’s something that I couldn’t explain that time, well heck, even, but I can describe the feeling back then as something weird and superbly wrong. But as an informed person, I made a choice and went there anyway to just to see what will happen. I knew deep down I’m not fit to hold higher responsibilities mainly because I don’t have any background about governing the student body and at the same time (as most leaders would say) I would like to take a rest and enjoy my last year as a student while at the same time focus on my academics. Something happened that day, I got voted to represent my party aka I’m running for office and the worst part was I’m running for presidency (it was really what I said: superbly wrong!). Mind you, it was my dream when I was still in high school to run for president in the student council, but many things happened along the way (hello, disappointments and heartbreaks) that when the opportunity landed on my doorstep, I freaked out and left after (literally left after!).

Many questions were running in my mind that time. As I went home, I slept on those questions hoping it would leave me, but it didn’t. I went to school the next day and as I looked at the students, I just chanted! (like I’m a crazy person talking to herself) Will I be able to serve them? Will I? Will I be able to do something when even I am not sure if I like it. Will I be able to do it even if I have this wrong feeling?

It’s been 8 months you see, and if you’d ask me where the questions took me, it took me here (at the council) and serving the entire student body. There are still many questions running in my head and many doubts that I encountered along the way. Almost all of the doubts and fears, I learned the basic values of leadership that I may have taken for granted by forgetting or just hiding it along the way.

Yet today, as I write this. I look at the coming days. I will soon deliver my State of the Council Address, and I begin to wonder what could have become of me if I didn’t take on the challenge? You see it wasn’t easy! I was not the friendly person much more I do not like people touching me because it makes me uncomfortable, nor do I like making my persona soft (as if I changed it, I became myself anyway when I campaigned) because that’s just not me when it comes to leadership. Plus I’m the aggressive-strong type which I gather that I don’t have any charisma at my possession. But right now, as raindrops fall on the window at my room I begin to reminisce the fear and the wrong feelings that I encountered months ago. What have become of me if I didn’t take the courage to say yes fully? I gave my half-hearted yes even until elections. I wished some miracle would happen to not let it be me and that’s the truth, but the deeper truth was that I’m afraid. I’m afraid that I’d fail the people who trusted me to do something. I’m afraid to have failed them and I don’t want to do that because I know the feeling because along the way, as I got on with my life people failed me as well and it was one of the saddest feeling that I felt and as much as possible I want to try avoiding that on my everyday encounters (you know failing people that I care about, failing people that I promised to take care of). Yet, it gives me this deeper reflection of myself, of my perfectionist side. I forgot that if I wouldn’t fail (since every first time is worth a try) how would I even learn?

Did I fail? A hundred times! But why did I still have to go back up again? Aside from it’s my responsibility and maybe because I developed a much thicker face to do it thrice again (lol). I also got to meet courage again along the way.

Courage told me that they were best friends with Bravery but what makes it different is that Courage is more of like a mental activity, it’s something that you do and decide but you do and you decide in a time frame that wraps you up in fears that you never imagined you owned. It’s Courage that I found when I want to just curl up in bed and let my visiting teardrops fall because I felt like a failure when I don’t get things done the way I imagined it to be. When I’m losing people that I had befriended, people that I value, I felt that losing them everyday and letting them slip in my own hands because of my own doing, because at that moment I was bubble-wrapped to even give time to care, I felt like I am failing not just as a leader, but as a person. Yet, how did I get up every day and even had time to shout to the world that I am fine despite everything? I guess my friend Courage always reminded me that finding other friends such as strength and bravery works. And I just have to trust myself that I can do it. That failure and that my friends who are slipping away are things that I have to experience to know what it takes to be courageous enough to face the reality that this happens. I always believe it happens for a reason and these are tests of my stamina to be courageous even if you’ve been broken hearted over and over again. Even if it hurts, you never stop being courageous.

I hope courage will find its way to you. I know it has. But if you doubt it will find you, you’d never find it. You need to lower a little bit of self-doubts to find courage within you. I lowered quite a lot of self-doubt-walls before courage even said hi.

I wish you well in your leadership journey. I hope we’ll meet again. Till next leadership stories!
Valete!