This afternoon's yoga class was something I looked forward to all week. Urban Ashram Manila holds free yoga classes for beginners every Saturday, 2 pm, at the branch in Bristol, Pasig City. How perfect! I rent a space close to it, so now, I have no reason not to do it.
I was excited!
When Jo, the yoga teacher, came into the room and started speaking, I saw in her a kind and calm woman. Maybe that's what yoga does to you.
Because it's a class for beginners, Jo said our focus for the session was to learn how to breathe properly. She says what we're doing is Vinyasa, and it's all about moving along your breathing. The poses we're basic and simple along with being taught the proper breathing.
I love how there's no pressure for me (and for anyone) to be flexible. If the pose requires you to reach the floor but you still can't, it's okay. Inhale, exhale, Jo keeps on saying as we do each pose.
I still need work on balance and stability, but I love how my muscles are engaged in each of the poses. I love how the muscles at the back of my legs get stretched and stretched. It's a bit painful, but I love it. I love the stretch!
I also love how yoga will make my arms strong, because the idea is for us to be able to carry out own weight. And because in have scoliosis, yoga will also help me develop stronger back muscles.
What made me feel great after this afternoon's session was when one of my classmates told me this at the locker area:
Girl: Have you been doing yoga before?
Me: No. It's my first time ever.
Girl: Oh I thought you're already experienced.
What made her think that, I don't know. Maybe it's because of my straight back (It's a way of life hehehe). But whatever is her basis for sayin so, I'm thankful for her comment.
I can't wait for my next session. And I'm looking forward to all the things that I'm going to learn in yoga practice.
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
How I deal with my condition
Now that I've come out of my closet and told almost everyone about my mental condition, I can freely write about. Yey! I've been wanting to share my insights about depression and anxiety and dealing with a mild bipolar disorder, but I've been scared, until I wrote about it in my previous post. Messages of support from friends and family poured in, and I couldn't be more grateful.
So what's it like to have a mental condition? Do I get to live a "normal" life? Of course! I do. We do. We're not train wrecks all the time. In fact, some of the people I know who also have mental conditions are smart and talented that their gifts overflow and touch other people. A lot of people see me as cheerful, and I like cracking jokes, no matter how lame the punchline is. I love laughing with my friends. I love weekends, just like other people.
Now that I'm taking meds, I feel I am more in control of my emotions. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed by them that I break down and cry or just stare into space, but when I can control them, I do things to calm myself down. Here they are:
1. Sing and draw strength from our songs.
As a choir member, I get to be around people who also love to make music. Rehearsals can be stressful at times, especially when the songs are difficult or we have upcoming performances, but overall, the experience is uplifting and spiritually healthy. I find most of our songs articulating how I feel. When the songs have lyrics like "So anxious over countless things you cannot even name, be still and take my hand (from Let Me Be Your Stillness) and "Ang pagod kong diwa ay Iyong pahupain. Magdamag na pagtangis sana ay aliwin" (from Awit ng Pag-asam), I feel comforted. Being in a choir encourages me to pray, too, and I can feel His presence, and that comforts me.
2. Listen to my favorite songs (aside from the songs we sing in the choir).
I love Taylor Swift. I'm a huge Tay Tay fan. I don't care what other people say about her or her personality. I love her songs. I love her music. And the lyrics of her songs also articulate how I feel. There's a Taylor Swift song for every stage of my life. And when I feel down or crappy or just in a bad mood, I put on my earphones and drown myself in her music. I love Ingrid Michaelson, too. And Mindy Gledhill. And The Script. And Boyce Avenue. And Kina Grannis. I have their songs in my computer, so I can listen to them any time, even when I'm working.
3. Talk it out with my significant other.
I'm incredibly grateful that my boyfriend perfectly understands what I'm going through. He's a doctor, and although he's not a psychiatrist, he helps me deal with my roller coaster of emotions. I text or call him when I feel sad or miserable, even if it's because of no particular reason. Once, when I thanked him for his love and understanding, he told me all boyfriends should be like that, regardless if the guy is a doctor or not. And that's true. Find somebody who understands and is willing to be with you in this difficult journey. He or she doesn't have to be a boyfriend or a girlfriend. This person can be your best friend, or your sister or brother, or your closest pal in the office. If people judge you without an effort to understand you first, well, maybe these people don't deserve to be in your life. And you don't have to waste your time or effort running after them.
4. Jot down my thoughts in a notebook.
I'm a writer, and this should be second nature to me, right? Not really. It took me quite a long time to finally do it. I was scared that if I write about my fears, the causes of my anxiety, my insecurity, and my feelings, they might become more real. And all the more they would transform into a monster that I had been trying to run away from. Only recently did I realize how powerful having a private journal can be. I started writing down my racing thoughts as a form of release. And I felt lighter afterwards. Now, I keep a small notebook and a pen with me all the time, so I can write whenever I want to and wherever I am.
5. Just let myself be.
When I've tried all the aforementioned tips, and still I feel down, I just let myself be. Dealing with a mental illness made me realize that the more I wrestle with my emotions, the more it becomes difficult to deal with them. So sometimes, I just let myself be. If I'm sad for no reason, I pause, take deep breaths, and rest my mind. I don't try to make sense of it. I don't think about why I'm sad or down or anxious. I just let my emotions settle. And when I'm ready to deal with them, that's when I write on my journal, or listen to music, or call my significant other. And that's when I would feel better.
If you have mental conditions, too, or even if you don't have one but you're going through something as well, I hope you'll find the tips I shared helpful. If you need someone to talk to, just comment below. I'll be more than willing to reach out. Because as I've said in my previous post, we are not alone.
So what's it like to have a mental condition? Do I get to live a "normal" life? Of course! I do. We do. We're not train wrecks all the time. In fact, some of the people I know who also have mental conditions are smart and talented that their gifts overflow and touch other people. A lot of people see me as cheerful, and I like cracking jokes, no matter how lame the punchline is. I love laughing with my friends. I love weekends, just like other people.
Now that I'm taking meds, I feel I am more in control of my emotions. Sometimes, I get overwhelmed by them that I break down and cry or just stare into space, but when I can control them, I do things to calm myself down. Here they are:
1. Sing and draw strength from our songs.
As a choir member, I get to be around people who also love to make music. Rehearsals can be stressful at times, especially when the songs are difficult or we have upcoming performances, but overall, the experience is uplifting and spiritually healthy. I find most of our songs articulating how I feel. When the songs have lyrics like "So anxious over countless things you cannot even name, be still and take my hand (from Let Me Be Your Stillness) and "Ang pagod kong diwa ay Iyong pahupain. Magdamag na pagtangis sana ay aliwin" (from Awit ng Pag-asam), I feel comforted. Being in a choir encourages me to pray, too, and I can feel His presence, and that comforts me.
2. Listen to my favorite songs (aside from the songs we sing in the choir).
I love Taylor Swift. I'm a huge Tay Tay fan. I don't care what other people say about her or her personality. I love her songs. I love her music. And the lyrics of her songs also articulate how I feel. There's a Taylor Swift song for every stage of my life. And when I feel down or crappy or just in a bad mood, I put on my earphones and drown myself in her music. I love Ingrid Michaelson, too. And Mindy Gledhill. And The Script. And Boyce Avenue. And Kina Grannis. I have their songs in my computer, so I can listen to them any time, even when I'm working.
3. Talk it out with my significant other.
I'm incredibly grateful that my boyfriend perfectly understands what I'm going through. He's a doctor, and although he's not a psychiatrist, he helps me deal with my roller coaster of emotions. I text or call him when I feel sad or miserable, even if it's because of no particular reason. Once, when I thanked him for his love and understanding, he told me all boyfriends should be like that, regardless if the guy is a doctor or not. And that's true. Find somebody who understands and is willing to be with you in this difficult journey. He or she doesn't have to be a boyfriend or a girlfriend. This person can be your best friend, or your sister or brother, or your closest pal in the office. If people judge you without an effort to understand you first, well, maybe these people don't deserve to be in your life. And you don't have to waste your time or effort running after them.
4. Jot down my thoughts in a notebook.
I'm a writer, and this should be second nature to me, right? Not really. It took me quite a long time to finally do it. I was scared that if I write about my fears, the causes of my anxiety, my insecurity, and my feelings, they might become more real. And all the more they would transform into a monster that I had been trying to run away from. Only recently did I realize how powerful having a private journal can be. I started writing down my racing thoughts as a form of release. And I felt lighter afterwards. Now, I keep a small notebook and a pen with me all the time, so I can write whenever I want to and wherever I am.
5. Just let myself be.
When I've tried all the aforementioned tips, and still I feel down, I just let myself be. Dealing with a mental illness made me realize that the more I wrestle with my emotions, the more it becomes difficult to deal with them. So sometimes, I just let myself be. If I'm sad for no reason, I pause, take deep breaths, and rest my mind. I don't try to make sense of it. I don't think about why I'm sad or down or anxious. I just let my emotions settle. And when I'm ready to deal with them, that's when I write on my journal, or listen to music, or call my significant other. And that's when I would feel better.
If you have mental conditions, too, or even if you don't have one but you're going through something as well, I hope you'll find the tips I shared helpful. If you need someone to talk to, just comment below. I'll be more than willing to reach out. Because as I've said in my previous post, we are not alone.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Fighting an invisible war
I've been looking at myself more closely in the mirror lately. I've noticed that my arms are more plump now, and my waistline have gained some more inches. The weighing scale doesn't say otherwise either. I've gained weight.
And yet, I'm not surprised. After all, weight gain is a side effect of one of the meds my psychiatrist gave me.
Yes, I've been seeing a psychiatrist for months now. The initial diagnosis was depression and anxiety, but after two sessions with my psychiatrist, and seeing how I responded to the initial meds he gave me, he's convinced it's something else. What I have, he says, is mood dysregulation disorder, a mild type of bipolar disorder.
How did it start? When did i start feeling this? Why do I feel this way? A lot of why's, how's, what's, and when's. After a session with a psychologist followed with sessions with a psychiatrist, I've realized that I've been like this practically my whole life. I've had this since childhood, but I had no idea.
I've always been emotional and easy to empathize with others. Some have called me sensitive, too sensitive even. My parents would tell me, "masyado kang maramdamin (you're too sensitive)", whenever I would cry for the smallest of reasons. Some jokes affect me too much and I would feel damaged, so I would cry, and what I would get are comments that I'm "pikon." Maramdamin na, pikon pa.
Whenever my dad and I would have a fight over, say, a math problem I couldn't understand, he would get and angry and in would cry. Then, I would find myself tearing sheets of paper because of pain, sadness, and frustration.
This paper-tearing evolved into throwing and breaking of things when I became a teenager. My dad and I fought a lot especially when I was in college. Each fight would have me locking myself in my room, crying and screaming for hours, and throwing things. Over the years, I've thrown and broken tabletop accessories, pencil holders, frames, even plastic storage boxes that were supposed to be unbreakable. I've thrown them in a fit of extreme anger and sadness and frustration and pain. I had to let all of those out.
I've hurt myself several times as well. Weighed down by an overwhelming pain inside, I have to feel pain elsewhere, thinking that this would shift my attention to something else. So I would grab a cutter or X-acto knife and make cuts on my arm. Ouch. Then there would be blood. Then I would treat the wounds, dabbing them with povidone iodine in between sobs.
Feeling physical pain felt like a release from the overwhelming emotional pain that would hold me hostage for hours or days or weeks that would follow. When I entered my twenties, I expected myself to "mature" and change and stop all this "madness." Think happy thoughts, they say. Be positive, they say. Drama lang 'yan, just eat ice cream, yada yada yada.
Nothing worked.
If, as a child, I would throw "tantrums," as an adult, I would have crying spells that never seem to end. Crying myself to sleep had become a part of me. I would be sad for a long time for no reason. Yes, people see me as bubbly and cheerful, even good at cracking jokes no matter how lame or corny. So what's my problem?
Until that sadness became accompanied by bouts of anxiety. Endless worrying. I would worry about everything, and yet I couldn't name that specific thing I'm worrying about. Sadness. Fear. Anxiety. Just wanting to end things. What if I don't wake up anymore? All these emotions, I feel them all at once.
When news of a model who had bipolar disorder and committed suicide came out, Cosmo Philippines ran a story on it. The story wasn't out yet when I read it. I was getting something from our office printer and the article printout was there. I read it, and everything that was discussed there, I felt it. I got scared.
That's when I decided to seek help. I first went to a psychologist who was referred by a friend. When the psychologist asked me, "what can I do for you?", I broke into tears. I cried and cried my heart out to a total stranger sitting in front of me. Then I told her that I have trouble going to sleep, and that sad thoughts occupy my mind. I told her everything about my childhood, how things are at home, how my parents and I fight, how I cry over the tiniest things, how certain experiences devastate me.
It was then when I had a name for what I'm going through: depression and anxiety. The psychologist told me that maybe I already need meds. A psychiatrist is needed at that point, but she asked me to come back one more time.
I never did.
I thought I could snap myself out of it. I was wrong. As the daily grind pushed me deeper into the dark hole that I was already in, as experiences, both good and bad, went by, I found myself not getting any better.
A year after my visit to the psychologist, I decided to see a psychiatrist. And that's when I saw the light. Again, I told the psychiatrist everything about myself--from my childhood to what I do for a living--and again, I cried my heart out to a total stranger. I finished the pack of tissue paper on his desk.
It took me a while before I told my family about it. I first told my choirmates, then some close friends. It's hard to open up to people because not everyone understands. Our society is judgmental, and mental disorders aren't considered as illnesses as they should be. For some, it's just drama, "sakit ng mayayaman," "kaartehan."
It's an illness, just like diabetes, asthma, dengue. You don't tell someone with diabetes to snap himself out of it. It's a medical condition. You need meds. You need treatment.
I need treatment.
And that's what I've been doing for months now. I'm on an anti-depressant and a mood stabilizer. These meds make me sleepy. They make me eat more. But I've felt the difference now that I'm getting treatment versus my pre-treatment self.
I have a long way to go, but I Know that I'm on the right track. I spiral in and out of depression. I spiral in an out of being okay to not being okay. One minute I'm fine, the next moment, I'm scared. Or anxious. Or sad. Or crying again.
And it's okay, because I'm getting treatment for it. I tell my psychiatrist everything during my monthly visits. He hasn't arrived at a final diagnosis yet, but he told me that our goal is to keep me emotionally and mentally stable. He adjusts my dosage as needed, and I follow his instructions.
I also do my part. I talk to people when I feel down. I feel thankful that my boyfriend perfectly understands. Sometimes, I call him in the middle of the night just to cry. Sometimes, when we're together, I'm all sweet and loving one moment, and then I'll be a total train wreck the next. But everything is okay. He understands as he gives me a tight hug.
I guess we, with mental conditions, can sniff each other out. I feel something is off with a person based in his or her FB posts, and I reach out. The same is done to me. Others can see my SOS messages, and they reach out to me.
Recent news of young people who have depression committing suicide have me thinking really deeply about this whole thing. It's hard to admit and accept that there's something wrong, hence, getting help is also not easy. But if we make the threads we're holding on to connect with other people, maybe we can stop another person from seeing death as the only escape.
As I struggle to get out of bed every morning because all energy has been sucked out of me, I know there's someone else out there who feels the same. That's why I'm writing this. I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.
There's an invisible war that needs to be fought and won. I'm slowly finding my way out of this dark place. It's difficult, but it can be done. It must be done. Come and take my hand, and let's start this healing journey together.
And yet, I'm not surprised. After all, weight gain is a side effect of one of the meds my psychiatrist gave me.
Yes, I've been seeing a psychiatrist for months now. The initial diagnosis was depression and anxiety, but after two sessions with my psychiatrist, and seeing how I responded to the initial meds he gave me, he's convinced it's something else. What I have, he says, is mood dysregulation disorder, a mild type of bipolar disorder.
How did it start? When did i start feeling this? Why do I feel this way? A lot of why's, how's, what's, and when's. After a session with a psychologist followed with sessions with a psychiatrist, I've realized that I've been like this practically my whole life. I've had this since childhood, but I had no idea.
I've always been emotional and easy to empathize with others. Some have called me sensitive, too sensitive even. My parents would tell me, "masyado kang maramdamin (you're too sensitive)", whenever I would cry for the smallest of reasons. Some jokes affect me too much and I would feel damaged, so I would cry, and what I would get are comments that I'm "pikon." Maramdamin na, pikon pa.
Whenever my dad and I would have a fight over, say, a math problem I couldn't understand, he would get and angry and in would cry. Then, I would find myself tearing sheets of paper because of pain, sadness, and frustration.
This paper-tearing evolved into throwing and breaking of things when I became a teenager. My dad and I fought a lot especially when I was in college. Each fight would have me locking myself in my room, crying and screaming for hours, and throwing things. Over the years, I've thrown and broken tabletop accessories, pencil holders, frames, even plastic storage boxes that were supposed to be unbreakable. I've thrown them in a fit of extreme anger and sadness and frustration and pain. I had to let all of those out.
I've hurt myself several times as well. Weighed down by an overwhelming pain inside, I have to feel pain elsewhere, thinking that this would shift my attention to something else. So I would grab a cutter or X-acto knife and make cuts on my arm. Ouch. Then there would be blood. Then I would treat the wounds, dabbing them with povidone iodine in between sobs.
Feeling physical pain felt like a release from the overwhelming emotional pain that would hold me hostage for hours or days or weeks that would follow. When I entered my twenties, I expected myself to "mature" and change and stop all this "madness." Think happy thoughts, they say. Be positive, they say. Drama lang 'yan, just eat ice cream, yada yada yada.
Nothing worked.
If, as a child, I would throw "tantrums," as an adult, I would have crying spells that never seem to end. Crying myself to sleep had become a part of me. I would be sad for a long time for no reason. Yes, people see me as bubbly and cheerful, even good at cracking jokes no matter how lame or corny. So what's my problem?
Until that sadness became accompanied by bouts of anxiety. Endless worrying. I would worry about everything, and yet I couldn't name that specific thing I'm worrying about. Sadness. Fear. Anxiety. Just wanting to end things. What if I don't wake up anymore? All these emotions, I feel them all at once.
When news of a model who had bipolar disorder and committed suicide came out, Cosmo Philippines ran a story on it. The story wasn't out yet when I read it. I was getting something from our office printer and the article printout was there. I read it, and everything that was discussed there, I felt it. I got scared.
That's when I decided to seek help. I first went to a psychologist who was referred by a friend. When the psychologist asked me, "what can I do for you?", I broke into tears. I cried and cried my heart out to a total stranger sitting in front of me. Then I told her that I have trouble going to sleep, and that sad thoughts occupy my mind. I told her everything about my childhood, how things are at home, how my parents and I fight, how I cry over the tiniest things, how certain experiences devastate me.
It was then when I had a name for what I'm going through: depression and anxiety. The psychologist told me that maybe I already need meds. A psychiatrist is needed at that point, but she asked me to come back one more time.
I never did.
I thought I could snap myself out of it. I was wrong. As the daily grind pushed me deeper into the dark hole that I was already in, as experiences, both good and bad, went by, I found myself not getting any better.
A year after my visit to the psychologist, I decided to see a psychiatrist. And that's when I saw the light. Again, I told the psychiatrist everything about myself--from my childhood to what I do for a living--and again, I cried my heart out to a total stranger. I finished the pack of tissue paper on his desk.
It took me a while before I told my family about it. I first told my choirmates, then some close friends. It's hard to open up to people because not everyone understands. Our society is judgmental, and mental disorders aren't considered as illnesses as they should be. For some, it's just drama, "sakit ng mayayaman," "kaartehan."
It's an illness, just like diabetes, asthma, dengue. You don't tell someone with diabetes to snap himself out of it. It's a medical condition. You need meds. You need treatment.
I need treatment.
And that's what I've been doing for months now. I'm on an anti-depressant and a mood stabilizer. These meds make me sleepy. They make me eat more. But I've felt the difference now that I'm getting treatment versus my pre-treatment self.
I have a long way to go, but I Know that I'm on the right track. I spiral in and out of depression. I spiral in an out of being okay to not being okay. One minute I'm fine, the next moment, I'm scared. Or anxious. Or sad. Or crying again.
And it's okay, because I'm getting treatment for it. I tell my psychiatrist everything during my monthly visits. He hasn't arrived at a final diagnosis yet, but he told me that our goal is to keep me emotionally and mentally stable. He adjusts my dosage as needed, and I follow his instructions.
I also do my part. I talk to people when I feel down. I feel thankful that my boyfriend perfectly understands. Sometimes, I call him in the middle of the night just to cry. Sometimes, when we're together, I'm all sweet and loving one moment, and then I'll be a total train wreck the next. But everything is okay. He understands as he gives me a tight hug.
I guess we, with mental conditions, can sniff each other out. I feel something is off with a person based in his or her FB posts, and I reach out. The same is done to me. Others can see my SOS messages, and they reach out to me.
Recent news of young people who have depression committing suicide have me thinking really deeply about this whole thing. It's hard to admit and accept that there's something wrong, hence, getting help is also not easy. But if we make the threads we're holding on to connect with other people, maybe we can stop another person from seeing death as the only escape.
As I struggle to get out of bed every morning because all energy has been sucked out of me, I know there's someone else out there who feels the same. That's why I'm writing this. I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.
There's an invisible war that needs to be fought and won. I'm slowly finding my way out of this dark place. It's difficult, but it can be done. It must be done. Come and take my hand, and let's start this healing journey together.
Monday, September 21, 2015
My guitar
One thing I miss after moving out of our family home is my guitar. Not that I'm so good at playing it, but I love making music with my guitar. On nights when I can't sleep, I go down to the bedroom at the first floor of our house and strum the night away. I play my favorite songs until my eyes hurt from drowsiness.
When I learned to play guitar, I also got encouraged to write my own songs. I have successfully completed one song (which I will share in a future blog post), after writing three unfinished songs. They remain unfinished because I do not know yet how to end the stories in those songs. Maybe someday, I'll get to finish them. Or maybe I won't.
Now that I already stay in a boarding house near my office, I'm no longer able to play my guitar at night. I can't bring my guitar to the boarding house because I share a room with three other girls. I share the house with 20 other housemates. I have no space where I can keep it. And playing guitar, especially at night, is not a good idea when 20 other housemates are sleeping and resting after a long day at work.
The callouses on my fingers are now gone, and I'm sure, my fingers will hurt again when I play the guitar. However, I don't see it happening soon. I'm busy, and I haven't stayed long enough at home to allot ample time for leisure.
I hope my guitar still remembers me when I finally get the chance to pick it up again. I hope it shows my fingers some mercy as I try to regain my callouses and get used to playing again. I hope it feels my familiar touch. And I hope it becomes one with me as I try to write more songs and make more music.
When I learned to play guitar, I also got encouraged to write my own songs. I have successfully completed one song (which I will share in a future blog post), after writing three unfinished songs. They remain unfinished because I do not know yet how to end the stories in those songs. Maybe someday, I'll get to finish them. Or maybe I won't.
Now that I already stay in a boarding house near my office, I'm no longer able to play my guitar at night. I can't bring my guitar to the boarding house because I share a room with three other girls. I share the house with 20 other housemates. I have no space where I can keep it. And playing guitar, especially at night, is not a good idea when 20 other housemates are sleeping and resting after a long day at work.
The callouses on my fingers are now gone, and I'm sure, my fingers will hurt again when I play the guitar. However, I don't see it happening soon. I'm busy, and I haven't stayed long enough at home to allot ample time for leisure.
I hope my guitar still remembers me when I finally get the chance to pick it up again. I hope it shows my fingers some mercy as I try to regain my callouses and get used to playing again. I hope it feels my familiar touch. And I hope it becomes one with me as I try to write more songs and make more music.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Girl on top
It's been two weeks since I moved out of our family home and into this rented bed space in Kapitolyo, Pasig, where I am writing this blog post now. The monstrous traffic in the metro has compelled me to finally make this move, and I'm not regretting it.
In fact, I'm enjoying the convenience of living close to my place of work. I get to the office on time, if not earlier. If I have an early-morning call time for a shoot, I no longer panic as I plan my route; I no longer have EDSA to avoid. I can wake up at 9 a.m. when the previous night was so exhausting and still be able to get to the office by 10 a.m., when we are all required to be there.
Of course, being on my own requires a lot of adjustment. I share the bedroom with three other girls. That means, I shouldn't keep my things just lying around--nobody wants a slob for a roommate. I like how the four of us have carved our personal spaces in our room: where we hang our clothes, where we leave our shoes, and where we keep our personal belongings. I like how the four of us get along and get kilig when we watch James Reid and Nadine Lustre on On the Wings of Love every night.
I now buy my own toiletries, when before, I just use whatever family-size shampoo, toothpaste, and soap we buy from the grocery. I buy my own bread--literally--for breakfast. Last Monday, after work, I swung by Iko's and bought two loaves of potato cheese bread (it was yummy!) to be my breakfast and snack for two days. Then, the other night, I swung by Pioneer Center to buy bread and peanut butter to be my breakfast for the next few days. We cannot cook in the boarding house, but we have a microwave oven for reheating food. We even have a refrigerator for storing food. Everything is cool.
We have spaces where we can do our laundry and hang our clothes after. And that's what I did this morning. Last weekend, I washed my clothes at home when I got there late afternoon--to my mother's surprise. She can be a little territorial when it comes to chores at home. She asked me why I still washed my clothes when she would wash them come Monday. I told her I want the laundry to be done so I can bring my clothes back to the boarding house the next day. I can do it myself, so she has nothing to worry about.
I'm a girl on top...of the double deck, that is. There are two double decks in our room, and I occupy one of the top spaces. I see this as something great, because being on the top bed allows me to have a little private sanctuary. When I literally climb to bed every night, I feel like I'm in my own nest. I can read with my LED flashlight, surf the net, or simply just lay there dreaming. In the morning, because my roommates have to be at work earlier than I have to, I sleep peacefully as they go about doing their morning routines.
Being in Kapitolyo is great, not just because of the many restaurants the neighborhood is known for, but also because it is quiet and safe. There are security guards around the neighborhood, and people are nice. I'm happy to be here.
So cheers to my new home. I'm glad I made this move, because now that I'm not wasting precious hours stuck on traffic, I can finally focus in being a girl on top, at work and in life.
In fact, I'm enjoying the convenience of living close to my place of work. I get to the office on time, if not earlier. If I have an early-morning call time for a shoot, I no longer panic as I plan my route; I no longer have EDSA to avoid. I can wake up at 9 a.m. when the previous night was so exhausting and still be able to get to the office by 10 a.m., when we are all required to be there.
Of course, being on my own requires a lot of adjustment. I share the bedroom with three other girls. That means, I shouldn't keep my things just lying around--nobody wants a slob for a roommate. I like how the four of us have carved our personal spaces in our room: where we hang our clothes, where we leave our shoes, and where we keep our personal belongings. I like how the four of us get along and get kilig when we watch James Reid and Nadine Lustre on On the Wings of Love every night.
I now buy my own toiletries, when before, I just use whatever family-size shampoo, toothpaste, and soap we buy from the grocery. I buy my own bread--literally--for breakfast. Last Monday, after work, I swung by Iko's and bought two loaves of potato cheese bread (it was yummy!) to be my breakfast and snack for two days. Then, the other night, I swung by Pioneer Center to buy bread and peanut butter to be my breakfast for the next few days. We cannot cook in the boarding house, but we have a microwave oven for reheating food. We even have a refrigerator for storing food. Everything is cool.
We have spaces where we can do our laundry and hang our clothes after. And that's what I did this morning. Last weekend, I washed my clothes at home when I got there late afternoon--to my mother's surprise. She can be a little territorial when it comes to chores at home. She asked me why I still washed my clothes when she would wash them come Monday. I told her I want the laundry to be done so I can bring my clothes back to the boarding house the next day. I can do it myself, so she has nothing to worry about.
I'm a girl on top...of the double deck, that is. There are two double decks in our room, and I occupy one of the top spaces. I see this as something great, because being on the top bed allows me to have a little private sanctuary. When I literally climb to bed every night, I feel like I'm in my own nest. I can read with my LED flashlight, surf the net, or simply just lay there dreaming. In the morning, because my roommates have to be at work earlier than I have to, I sleep peacefully as they go about doing their morning routines.
Being in Kapitolyo is great, not just because of the many restaurants the neighborhood is known for, but also because it is quiet and safe. There are security guards around the neighborhood, and people are nice. I'm happy to be here.
So cheers to my new home. I'm glad I made this move, because now that I'm not wasting precious hours stuck on traffic, I can finally focus in being a girl on top, at work and in life.
Friday, September 11, 2015
The big move
It's been months since I last posted, and it's been quite a long time since I shared something personal. I'm happy to say that in the middle of all the things I need to do, I found some time to sit down and write on this blog again. I even found time to do a little redesign and change the header (and eventually, I plan to change the look) of this blog.
Why the change?
Well, a lot of changes came to visit, and I let them all in. I joined a new choir last February, and I've been singing with them since. I'm adjusting to the sound and catching up on the group's repertoire, but I'm happy to be learning. Yes, it's a lot of pressure on me--on us newbies--and sometimes I pause to breathe and reset. But I'm happy.
I've also found love after my previous relationship ended last year. This is one thing I'm really excited about, and I'm more than happy to embrace it. I thank God for giving him to me. Just as I was praying for healing and stability, He gave me a doctor who embraced my entire broken self. A literal doctor. I couldn't thank Him enough for this gift of love. I'm praying that the two of us work out, so that we'll be able to spend the rest of our lives together.
And finally, the biggest change I welcomed is, I would say, moving out of our family home and staying at a rented space close to my office. I'm actually bed spacing in a room I share with three other girls, and in a three-story townhouse we share with 20 other bed spacers. Traffic in Metro Manila has gone from terrible to even more terrible and monstrous, and I cannot take it anymore. I deemed it wiser and more practical to rent a bed space so I would no longer waste time waiting for trains that would never come or riding buses or cabs that move inch by inch along EDSA. And how I wanted to cry tears of joy when I experienced getting home from work in just 15 minutes--a far cry from my two- to three-hour commute.
These are all big moves: joining a new group, finding love, and moving out. These entail adjustments in routine until they are all incorporated in a new routine. And these, I believe, are changes that will help me grow and mature not just in the learning-lessons-and-being-wiser sense, but in a way that will push me out of my comfort zone. Yes, maybe this is the time that I can really say to myself that I'm ready to move out of my comfort zone. I'm turning 27 in October, and some of you might say, "You only thought of doing that now?!" But as they say, better late than never. I'm turning 27, and I'm ready to push myself out of my comfort zone, to challenge myself intellectually and creatively, and to embrace the next big move.
Wish me luck. :)
P.S. I'm still going to tweak some parts of this blog and change the look. I want it to reflect who I am now. I've changed my blog header (I hope you find it decent enough, if not nice hehe). I'll improve the look of my blog little by little, but for now, the new blog header will suffice.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
7 Things to Pack for a Vacation
It's January, and as the weeks of 2015 roll in, I'm pretty sure some of you are excited for what this year might bring. Some of you might even be making travel plans for summer, or waiting for that seat sale at your favorite airline, or some of you might have even gone on a trip already.
Aside from arranging your itinerary or booking a hotel, planning for a vacation also involves making a checklist of your travel essentials. Yes, these essentials always include your climate- and activity-appropriate clothes, your travel documents, and a camera. But those are not all. In order to have a good time, be prepared for emergencies or just-in-case situations. Here are some of the things you might want to pack to make your vacation stress-free:
1. Toiletries
But hotels have them, right? Yup. But what if the hotel you're staying happen to have none, or what they have aren't enough for the duration of your stay? It's always good to bring your own toiletries--all packed in travel-size containers--so you wouldn't have to skip a bath. And if you have sensitive skin (like I do!), bringing your own soap, shower gels, and facial cleansers is a must. Hotel toiletries are not always hypoallergenic or may not be good for your skin type.
2. Bath Towel
But, like toiletries, hotels have them! Yup. But again, what if they're absent in your hotel bathroom? Or you need an extra towel take to the beach or pool side? You don't have to bring a huge towel. Pack one that isn't too thick but is large enough to dry your body after a good swim, so it wouldn't cause such a bulk in your luggage.
3. Medicines
No matter how healthy and fit you are, you can't predict when you're going to get sick, or when you'll get that nasty headache. Bring medicines like antipyretic tables, antacids, and pain relievers for common emergencies. If you have existing medical conditions, bring your medicines for those as well. Don't forget to bring bandages, cotton, and a povidone-iodine solution (Betadine) for wounds or cuts you might sustain while trekking, hiking, or swimming.
4. Foldable Bags
A foldable tote comes in handy almost all the time--when shopping, when bringing your poolside or beachside essentials, when going around for a walk, when you need an extra bag for all the things you bought...the list goes on. Whether you end up using it or not, always pack a foldable bag with you. If your activities during your vacation involve a half- or whole-day trek to some tourist spots (say, a famous cave), bring a foldable backpack with you. Putting the day's essentials into this backpack instead of a tote bag will free both your hands.
5. Umbrellas or Rain Coats
The weather is unpredictable, even if you're traveling on a summer day. You might not always need an umbrella or a rain coat, but when you need it, you really need it. Unless you want to stay holed up in your hotel in the event of a sudden downpour, bring these rain essentials.
6. Light Snacks
It's always good to bring light snacks with you, especially when you're traveling by bus. The stopovers may be too far apart, and you might have passed out already by the time it gets to the next one because of hunger. Pack enough crackers and bottled water to last you for the duration of your ride. But don't eat too much, unless you want to throw up.
7. Chargers for Your Gadgets
Because you want to avoid the worst destroyer of magical moments: when your camera dies when you're about to snap that perfect shot.
Aside from having these essentials, a smooth trip to your destination is also something to prepare for. When traveling by bus, book your tickets in advance to prevent getting trapped in long queues at the bus station, especially during national holidays. You can also rent a vehicle. If you're here in Manila, you can try renting a car from Manila Rent A Car. If you're in the United States, you might want to try RelayRides.
So there, Those are my just-in-case travel essentials. How about you? Aside from clothes and travel documents, what else do you pack for a vacation?
Aside from arranging your itinerary or booking a hotel, planning for a vacation also involves making a checklist of your travel essentials. Yes, these essentials always include your climate- and activity-appropriate clothes, your travel documents, and a camera. But those are not all. In order to have a good time, be prepared for emergencies or just-in-case situations. Here are some of the things you might want to pack to make your vacation stress-free:
1. Toiletries
But hotels have them, right? Yup. But what if the hotel you're staying happen to have none, or what they have aren't enough for the duration of your stay? It's always good to bring your own toiletries--all packed in travel-size containers--so you wouldn't have to skip a bath. And if you have sensitive skin (like I do!), bringing your own soap, shower gels, and facial cleansers is a must. Hotel toiletries are not always hypoallergenic or may not be good for your skin type.
2. Bath Towel
But, like toiletries, hotels have them! Yup. But again, what if they're absent in your hotel bathroom? Or you need an extra towel take to the beach or pool side? You don't have to bring a huge towel. Pack one that isn't too thick but is large enough to dry your body after a good swim, so it wouldn't cause such a bulk in your luggage.
3. Medicines
No matter how healthy and fit you are, you can't predict when you're going to get sick, or when you'll get that nasty headache. Bring medicines like antipyretic tables, antacids, and pain relievers for common emergencies. If you have existing medical conditions, bring your medicines for those as well. Don't forget to bring bandages, cotton, and a povidone-iodine solution (Betadine) for wounds or cuts you might sustain while trekking, hiking, or swimming.
4. Foldable Bags
A foldable tote comes in handy almost all the time--when shopping, when bringing your poolside or beachside essentials, when going around for a walk, when you need an extra bag for all the things you bought...the list goes on. Whether you end up using it or not, always pack a foldable bag with you. If your activities during your vacation involve a half- or whole-day trek to some tourist spots (say, a famous cave), bring a foldable backpack with you. Putting the day's essentials into this backpack instead of a tote bag will free both your hands.
5. Umbrellas or Rain Coats
The weather is unpredictable, even if you're traveling on a summer day. You might not always need an umbrella or a rain coat, but when you need it, you really need it. Unless you want to stay holed up in your hotel in the event of a sudden downpour, bring these rain essentials.
6. Light Snacks
It's always good to bring light snacks with you, especially when you're traveling by bus. The stopovers may be too far apart, and you might have passed out already by the time it gets to the next one because of hunger. Pack enough crackers and bottled water to last you for the duration of your ride. But don't eat too much, unless you want to throw up.
7. Chargers for Your Gadgets
Because you want to avoid the worst destroyer of magical moments: when your camera dies when you're about to snap that perfect shot.
Aside from having these essentials, a smooth trip to your destination is also something to prepare for. When traveling by bus, book your tickets in advance to prevent getting trapped in long queues at the bus station, especially during national holidays. You can also rent a vehicle. If you're here in Manila, you can try renting a car from Manila Rent A Car. If you're in the United States, you might want to try RelayRides.
So there, Those are my just-in-case travel essentials. How about you? Aside from clothes and travel documents, what else do you pack for a vacation?
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