An Update from My List: Tagaytay Adventure (Pt. 1)

Okay, so I recently crossed out two more items from my "official" bucket list which were:

• Get drunk (LOL, easy one)
• ROAD TRIP!

So last November 14 and 15 (perfectly planned because of payday!), my friends and I decided to head south to Tagaytay. I'm not really sure if I can consider this as a formal road trip since in the first place, we didn't have a car HAHA. But anyway, I guess this will do because we really did enjoy ourselves!!!

First off, we rode a bus to Tagaytay at some random bus station at Buendia-Taft. We're supposed to arrive at the hotel we booked at 1PM, since that's the time I reserved it, but because of the heavy traffic in Cavite proper, we arrived at quarter to 2PM. Which is not that bad considering we started travelling pretty late.

After checking in at Tagaytay Econo Inn, located right in the middle of Tagaytay, we decided to rest for a while before starting our tour.

        

Random pics taken at our room :)

RE: Bucket List (For the Year 2015)

I can't believe I completely forgot about this thing I did a few months back!
But anyway, I have achieved quite a lot from the list I made back in May this past few months :)
And here it is!!!

• Climb Taal Volcano! (because I wasn't able to come with my friends #sad)

I can't believe I was able to achieve this feat this year! I actually had little faith that I'll be able to do this thing by this year! But look at me!!! Here are some of the pics I took while climbing :) 

View from the conservatory area of Taal

Guidelines as to which trail you can use when climbing Taal

Almost at the top! You can see here the Binintiang Malaki which is actually the extinct cone and most thought to be the main volcano. We had to ask our bangkero about this one HAHA.

The main crater as seen on the viewing deck ;)

TAAL VOLCANO'S MAIN CRATER!!! \:D/

Achievement of the year right there! 

I also did a video of our Taal Adventure :> Check it out below!

Don't I?

I have the right to choose what really makes me happy, don't I?

It can't always be accepting things that I'm highly against and live with it my entire life, right?

I'm not a human who can bear so much weight on their shoulder and live life as if nothing's wrong and everything is perfect, right?

I can't always sacrifice my happiness and continue to fight if it isn't working anymore for me, right?

I'm just a normal human being who has limits and has the right to choose between what makes me happy and what makes me feel incomplete, aren't I?

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Help?

I can't stop thinking about it. I try my best to distract myself.. fck I can't even write a proper blog post about it.

I'm tired. I don't want to deal with this kind of things anymore. I want it to end but I'm afraid that if I stop fighting, it'll be the end of what I have always wanted in my life.

I can't help but think about leaving. About stopping. About not giving a single fck. About not caring.

But in the end I know that if I do, it'll be my greatest regret.

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FINALLY!

Finally a check from my list!!!

• Buy my Mom something she'd like (for once).

*Disclaimer : I am not, in any way, endorsing this brand or store :)

So I bought this last night after coming from our day swimming which was an advanced celebration of her birthday and finally, I bought something that she liked!!! 

ACHIEVEMENT OF THE YEAR RIGHT DURR :))

An Update

So I have updated my bucket list with a list of restaurants I want to visit for at least once. But! I haven't even accomplished one from my original list!

I was about to tick off this one yesterday:

• Buy my Mom something she'd like (for once).

But yeah, I wasn't able to because I decided to no longer claim the prize I won from our bidding which is this. Why, you ask? Because my shift starts at 8AM and ends at 5PM and they decided to release the prizes at 6PM with so many other requirements to accomplish. I already had to stay at our office and render overtime due to the report that we were required to send!

So no checks from the list for now. Hopefully by this coming Tuesday I'll be able to tick that one off cause it's my mother's 50th birthday.

Bucket List (For the Year 2015)

So I decided that I will make an official bucket list that I must, with all my power, accomplish by the end of this year. Below is the list of things I want to do (alone or with my friends or with my significant other).

*This is an on-going list, so I might add some more. Maybe a few days or weeks from now ;)

• Visit these 10 Modern Art Museums that can be found on this link.
• Climb Taal Volcano! (because I wasn't able to come with my friends #sad)
• Visit the beach *with optional bonfire.
• Have a picnic at some park somewhere.
• Hiking & Camping! *bonfire required.
• Get drunk (LOL, easy one)
• Eat at a high-end restaurant *completely dolled up (here, even for just one resto!)
• Outing with College Friends           ----- Kinda hard to do
• Outing with High school Friends    ----- Kinda hard to do
• Buy my Mom something she'd like (for once).
• Buy myself at least 3 pairs of Vans shoes :)
• Stay at a nice hotel.
• ROAD TRIP!
• Watch at all the cinemas listed here.
• Play some live music somewhere/anywhere.
• Complete a lazy day (watch movies, eat pizza, drink beer).

PS

I'll be posting everything I accomplish here on my blog, so stay tuned! 

Self explanatory

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Explaining feelings is feeling...

Explaining what you're feeling to other people will be one of the hardest things you will be doing in your life time.

Our vocabulary simply lacks the words to use in order to express and explain what you are truly feeling.

Recently, I've tried sharing what I am going through. And it wasn't enough. I wasn't able to properly convey my message that can be easily summarized into: I'm sad and depressed.

Whenever we express what we feel, we as humans, tend to follow up the statement with the question why. That leads us to suddenly thinking that we should be able to justify what we are feeling. And it's just that not easy.

For one, feeling depressed sometimes strips you out of the right words you want to say. Just like how it strips you out of energy to do things, like eat three times a day.

I understand that we need some sort of validation as to our feelings so that whoever wants to help us will know the cause and in turn, the most reasonable resolution. But we must also understand how limited our medium of communication is. As what most of us say, not everything can be put into words.

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Wonderwall (noun)

A barrier which separates the mundane from the Transcendent Reality. A true Wonderwall will always have a crack, or a slit or an opening which allows anyone a glimpse of what lies beyond the Wonderwall.

Again...

It's back.
I'm starting to feel it again...But now that I think about it, I don't think this feeling actually went away. Maybe, maybe it just hid itself for a long time. Hidden itself so to allow me to enjoy my life as it is for a few weeks, a few months. And now, it re-surfaced. Ever so slowly chipping away the pieces that I tried so hard to put back together.

**DISCLAIMER:We all handle problems differently.

Thoughts from the past year and of everyday of my life

I sometimes wonder if you do really care.

Cause I do. I fucking do.

Sometimes I want to tell you things. But you know me, right? I can't always do that. You, of all people should know that that would feel like sucking away a few minutes of my life. I want to tell you, I do. But I tend to get scared. I freaking get scared. That it will be too much. That I will be too much. For you. That you'll get sick of this little girl that I actually am.

That's why I have other ways where I can let my feelings out. Where I can let my thoughts fly freely.

I found my medium and I am continuously exposing myself to the world through it.

I provided you access. Heck, I wanted you to see it. I wanted you to see me.

But, it seems that you don't like these kind of things. It's childlike, I know. Believe me, I know. But I just wanted you to see me the way I see myself. Because we're so different, you and I. That difference is what makes us perfect and I adore it. I love it. But sometimes I feel like that difference might lead to something else.

I'm a disaster. And I'm afraid that slowly, without us even noticing it, I'm already destroying the one great thing I have had in this lifetime because of me being like this.

Because of what I actually am.

Ningas-kugon

This is rant post. You have been warned.

Continuing...

This post is about the recent visit of the Head of the Church here in the Philippines.

It was an honor, really, no sarcasm intended there. Being a Christian living in a country where Catholicism is widely recognized and practiced, a visit by the Pope was a huge honor.

I have read some excerpts from his speeches and yes, it was beautiful. The content, the meaning, the message. It was all so beautiful.

I admit, I'm not one of the people who lined up on days end just to get a glimpse of him. I'm not one of the people who waited behind hundreds of people just so I could see his smiling, adorable I might say, face. Heck, I'm not not even one of the devoted Catholics. I don't religiously attend Sunday services. I don't do the rosary. I honestly confessed to a priest only once because it was required for me to do so. I don't believe in saints...

But I do believe in God. I love Him. I pray to Him in every chance I can. I talk to Him. I visit His place of worship whenever I can and talk to Him, thank Him, praise Him, ask for apologies... I have my faith in Him.

That was why I loved how the Pope reminded us that his visit should not be focused on him but to God. To the big guy upstairs. To the being we should all be looking up to.

And this is the reason this post will be a rant.

I hate how the Pope's visit lost this meaning. People craved to see the Pope when his visit should act as a reminder to pray for who he is representing. Statuses on various social media accounts turned into some conversion of non-religious to saints. Posts talking about how blessed they felt after seeing the Pope when we should've felt blessed everyday since God has given us another day. Another day to make memories, to reach out and help, to achieve something, to make another step towards our goal. I hate how I know deep inside this will be another one of the events where history will be written down but it will all just be it. History. No changes to be made. It will be just one of the days where people gathered to see someone.

I just hope that people, Filipinos specifically, truly understood the meaning of his visit. It was not supposed to be about him, but to be about Him. About God. About His goodness and greatness.

I hope with every post made, every word said or written, it will not just be left like that. No actions whatsoever. There should always be action. There should be changes made. Maybe not so much for the country, but for each and every individual's lives.

Live better.
Love greater.

Best Regards,

Me.

I lie. A lot.
I don't take care of myself.
I often offend you unintentionally.
I sometimes make promises that we both know I can't keep.
I'm envious of all the people around me, even to you.
I always compare myself and feel like shit later.
I fake most of smiles.
I try to be happy and contented.
I often cry silently.
I bottle up my feelings.
I isolate myself.
I don't talk much, unlike before.
I have changed.
I became worse.
I got sad.
Depressed...

But still, like I said, I try. I try to be the best. The best version of my worst state.

Disappointing

I feel so disappointed at myself.

I told myself years and years before that I wouldn't be like this. Acting like a spoiled little girl who wants everything to be perfectly following whatever she wanted. Everything according to plan. Everything according to what she has on mind.

I hate myself.

Welcome the New Year

It has been an epic roller coaster ride.

2014 has definitely one of my best years.

It's hard to put into words how last year has been through.

Tons of chapters in my life ended and begun without me even taking notice of.

Liters of tears has been shed but still uncomparable to the millions of laughters spent.

God has always been GREAT and I know that this year, this 2015, will be memorable like it was my last.

To The Person Who Made My 2014