• Notes on Adulting,  The Daily

    How Things Are | I

    Exams – I took an exam last weekend. Whether I pass or not doesn’t matter because if I fail, I’ll try again. But of course, it’s best to be prepared. I am trying not to hinge all my hopes and dreams into one basket. Something I have been guilty of doing for very long and have only learned quite recently not to. We’re guilty of placing all our projected desires into one object and expecting it to fulfill all our needs, may that be a partner, a job, a friend, or a gemstone bracelet with amazonite, tree agate and sodalite to ward off all misfortunes. A poet whom I enjoy…

  • Essays,  Notes on Adulting,  The Daily

    The Challenges of a Filipino Millennial Immigrant

    Healing. The word has become a kind of joke meant for the small stuff. A cheeky answer to questions ranging from how your weekend trip went, or how you found the beyond meat burger to be. I joke about it too, I thank my friends for my week spent in Toronto and how healing it’s been. But looking back, I did mean it more sincerely than I thought. I didn’t realize that I was actually hurting emotionally and mentally because of my move back to Vancouver. Up until I went to counselling I had been struggling with these emotions on my own and trying to work it out. My counsellor…

  • Notes on Adulting,  Popcult, Art, Etc.

    4 Relatable Films for the Weary Young Adult

    The question I dislike most during job interviews (or when doing small talk with strangers and relatives) would be “what do you want to do in life?” with the occasional variation of “where do you see yourself in 5 years?” I might have an idea of what I want to be or where I want to be, the problem is that the people behind these questions always want specifics. “No, but what position, what do you really really want to be?” Did everyone else have it all figured out?! Am I the only one who has no idea? After taking my last required unit during the midyear, I went on…

  • Notes on Adulting,  Slow City Life

    A Starter Life

    2017, Manila- I had eleven boxes when I first moved into my space. It was a room in an old duplex. Spacious, with wooden floors, tall windows and a balcony overlooking one of the main arteries of the village. The village itself was a hub for food and entertainment, close to universities. My street was lined up with restaurants, an independent cinema, bookstores and cafes. There were only four of us, each to a room with two shared bathrooms. I didn’t interact much with my housemates, everyone had different schedules. We were polite with each other but never went beyond the small chitchat, I preferred it that way. Work culture…

  • Essays,  Notes on Adulting,  Writer's Cafe

    Growing Up Good

    On my recent trip back to my hometown I found my diary from when I was seventeen years old, in it I wrote “My boyfriend is a chauvinist. I need to get a new one.” I burst out laughing when I read that, truly my higher self knew what she was talking about. I wished I had ended it shortly after, as I constantly question why I still dated that person for the next seven years. But now I’m also thanking and honouring myself for getting out of it. I have come a long way from that relationship and have learned many lessons in the process. International Women’s Day reminded…

  • Notes on Adulting,  The Daily,  Writer's Cafe

    The Artist and Her Shit Sandwich

    Elizabeth Gilbert talked about the concept of “shit sandwiches”, which are the not so awesome things you have to do to get to your goals. This is where the phrase “you gotta eat your shit sandwich” stems from, a phrase my sisters and I usually tell each other when we’re feeling demotivated. Brian Tracy calls this “eating your frogs.” These days I feel like I’ve been trying to eat a frog sandwich. You see, I took up a scriptwriting elective this semester because during my break away from film school I realized I wanted to be first and foremost a storyteller. Akira Kurosawa said in one of his interviews that…

  • Essays,  Notes on Adulting

    Into the Cocoon

    Baby Steps. I always seem to find myself from ground zero everywhere I go. People always say it’s a good thing. Marissa Meyers was quoted saying: “I always did something I was a little not ready to do. I think that’s how you grow. When there’s that moment of ‘Wow, I’m not really sure I can do this,’ and you push through those moments, that’s when you have a breakthrough.”  But it doesn’t really feel good when you’re the one being pushed against the wall, does it? There is something depressing about being at the bottom and wanting to get to the top without knowing how. When I was in…