Burbles and Murmurs – What we think when our minds wander

(Disclaimer – This post is of wild thoughts and of senseless ramblings. Don’t waste your time reading this. But if you do, I would love you forever.)

Whenever I feel a little lonely, I look up to the skies and think about all these silly things that would obviously never happen for me. I would think about money bearing plants and if ever the trees surrounding me could reach the moon and take me there. I would think about aliens and how weird it is that they still haven’t made contact with us (if ever they really exist) or if they did and why no one is talking about it. I think about the woman walking in front of me who was rushing and who seemed to be feeling bad about something because of the frown she was wearing. What was she thinking about? Why was she rushing? Is she in trouble? Should I ask her? I don’t think I’ll ever know. Maybe, I didn’t really care or maybe I did.


I walk more and I see all these people big and small, male and female, who have their own separate lives, not caring about anyone who isn’t a priority. Not caring about the people who was passing them by, not caring about the different vehicles honking by the side, not caring about me. 

Me, who was with them at that same area, breathing the same air, smelling the same scent of the wind. Me, who was busy thinking about what other people were thinking about. Do you think that I was creepy? Just standing there staring at them? Looking at people and thinking about what they’re thinking about? 

I stop and sit on a nearby bench and I open my phone’s camera and take pictures of what I was seeing. I see people lining up for ice cream at a dirty Ice cream cart, I see people waiting for cabs. I see kids running around holding their toys and their parents pursuing them, making sure they don’t get into trouble. I wish there would always be someone taking care of us, someone to make sure we don’t get in trouble, that we don’t get hurt, but life doesn’t work that way. We grow up and part of growing up means being able to handle ourselves — Being able to survive on our own. I wonder who *the hell* ever made up a rule like that. Do we grow up so that we could take care of ourselves or do we take care of ourselves to grow up? Is it selfish to wish for someone to take care of us? To protect us? 

I laugh because it’s funny how people are always thinking about themselves and what they need. I laugh more because I remembered I was one of them — who doesn’t want the best for themselves right? Who doesn’t prioritize their own needs? I look back again at those kids playing around. They’re fighting now, I guess because of one of the kids didnt wanna share his toy. How sad. Fighting over a toy. When countries and leaders fight over power, riches and lands. I wonder, how significant am i? How irrelevant are my problems? How much do I matter for someone living in spain? I dont.  

And then I get a text from a friend about something that was interesting and everything that I was busy thinking about the past few minutes vanished like the sun on a sunset. Never to be known by others, never to matter.

What about you? What do you do when you feel a little blue? Are you just like me? I really hope so.

Let’s converse. Hit me with your comments/questions/rants down at the comments section. I’ll be waiting! 🙂

Photo Walk: The Beautiful city of Sorsogon

You can never really know the beauty of a place until you have been there and had seen it for yourself. Pictures and videos are not enough to capture how amazing the location is — it must be experienced, it must be felt. This is what I had proven last Friday, September 16, 2016, when me and 22 other students from the College of Development Communication, UPLB had traveled to the city of Sorsogon, Bicol for an academic requirement and also for us to be exposed to the things happening in the “outside world” of our University, and for our Participatory Journalism class.

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Getting there:

We started our journey to Sorsogon city by first riding a rented Jeepney from the UPLB Campus to the DLTB Station at the Turbina Terminal. We arrived there at 6PM and left immediately as traffic was already worsening and the travel duration was 10-12 hours. The DLTB bus was comfortable, aside from the horrific and bloody movies being shown on the TV screen, the travel was a breeze. No hassle, no problems! #ThanksDLTB.

We had a total of 3 Bus stops: One at Tagbilao Quezon, the next at Camsur and the last, at Naga City Bus Terminal. At 4 AM we arrived at Sorsogon City and headed immediately to Novotel (Thanks Novotel!) to rest.

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The Purpose of our Visit

Our trip, because of the amount of work and requirement that we had to do, had very few chances to visit tourist attractions. The areas that we covered are mainly located at the Sorsogon City proper and sadly, we did not have the chance to visit the famous tourist destinations here like: The Donsol Whale sharks attractions, Bulusan Mountains and Volcano, Barcelona Historical Churches and the Irosin Hot springs.

But nonetheless, me being an avid fan of beautiful locations and amazing food, still had the opportunity to take snapshots of the amazing city of Sorsogon and all the fun things you can see here. Below are the photos that I took while touring the city of Pili Nuts.

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The locals, enjoying the windy breeze at the Capitol park.
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A wider view of the park.
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The Majestic Government of Sorsogon City Building.
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The Sorsogon City Hall. Beautiful right?
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Jose Rizal’s Statue. Erected at the center of the Capitol park.
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Sorsogon City’s Welcome Ark.

Quick Trip # 1 – Rompeolas, Sorsogon City

Just a few meters of walking or less than 5 minutes tricycle ride from the city is the popular family destination in Sorsogon, the Rompeolas. Buzzing with families, children playing and lovers holding hands, the Rompeolas is a place where people, young and old alike visit to refresh and relax. Families take their time strolling the long street filled with food stores, restaurants, grills and karaoke spots. Visitors can also see the view of the sea, the nearby islands and ofcourse, the enormous MT. Bulusan (The volcano that erupted while we were at the place). If you’re into eating street food and Pancit while enjoying the sea breeze, then the Rompeolas should be on your bucket list.

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Friends riding a motorbike around the Rompeolas. (Tried taking silhouettes)
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The large Pili Nut statue that is at the center of the place.
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Small boats nearby.
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The scenery.
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This is where visitors hang out. There are more around the place.
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The View of the Mountain.

Quick Trip #2 – Paguriran Island, Bacon, Sorsogon City

As a reward for completing all the class tasks for the day, our adviser, rewarded us with an unforgettable visit to the beach. The place was beautiful. No words can truly capture and describe the island of Paguriran. The resort had no entrance fee, this means that everyone can enter and swim at the place. However, the cabins and cottages have to be rented. Ours was 200php for the whole stay. There were a few shops nearby and a canteen was located at the entrance, this is where our team had rice cooked.

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The beach was the best part of our whole trip. The sands were white and clean, the water was  clear and cold. Not one of my classmates were able to resist swimming at the beach.

Also, Take note that the time you visit the island is really crucial as the high tide and low tide drastically changes the views of island. We arrived at the time when high tide was hapening, so we weren’t able to see much of the rocky island exterior and the much talked about land bridge that you can walk at to get to the island when there is a low tide. The place is crawling with Instagram-worthy shots and locations so you better charge your gadgets first before you visit.

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My classmates, crossing  the beach to the Island of Paguriran.
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The serene atmosphere of the beach.

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The huts that surrounds the beach and the visitors.

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Blurred image that focuses on the lining of the clouds.

To end

Over-all, the trip to Sorsogon city was filled with educational and recreational activities that marked me and changed my perspective so much. The place not only has remarkable destinations for tourists, their food is also worth every penny (To be blogged about soon).

I am definitely going back here as there are still many places in Sorsogon that are raving in reviews from tourists that I have to see for myself. What about you? Do you know any tourist destination is Sorsogon that you would like to share with us? Or do you have any inquiries about my experience/adventure?

Hit me up with your kwento/comment/questions below! <3

Thanks for dropping by!

Embracing Rejection

At 6:00 AM the other day, the shuttle service I was going to ride had no seats available. 9:00 AM of the same day, the elevator wouldn’t close because it was too heavy and since I was the closest to the elevator door, I had to go out and wait for the next one. Rejected again, I thought. Last night, my best friend, messaged me about being sad she wasn’t included to attend a business meeting. And just this morning, my sister complained about how her professors were so strict about deadlines — rejecting her output. Every day, whoever you may be or where ever you are, we are faced with a thousand different choices that may or may not lead to rejection. 

These rejections, whether they be as big as wedding or business proposals or small ones like homework submissions or elevator ones like what I had experienced, can all and will surely make us feel sad or dejected. But was it really meant to make us feel like losers? Was rejection a way for the universe or the higher beings (whatever it is you believe in) to put us in our place and let us realize how much we’re lacking? Or was it meant to teach us a lesson?

I remember my mother telling me about this “Winner’s Mantra”. I don’t entirely remember the words correctly, but to sum it all up, it was telling me and whoever heard the mantra to “never accept rejection. Only winners survive and succeed”. I was sure it was meant to heal hearts broken by rejection and I appreciate my mother’s attempt to make me feel better, but something about it seems off to me. Like it was escaping what happened and making yourself believe that winning and acceptance were the only options. It made rejection look bad, unacceptable and something that is only okay if you’ve already given up on achieving anything. 

That, my friend, is something I cannot accept.

Think about it. If all parents would say this mantra to their children and those children would share it to their friends, wouldn’t it create a community of winners and hard workers? That’s something I would like to think. But if you’re already a veteran of reality and you know how hard life is then you would know that not everyone can be successful and winners. 

For competitions, there is a set of criteria to determine who the champion would be — there can be two champions in some incidents but there can never be three or twelve. For jobs and careers, only one person can be the best, the CEO or president — again there are some corporations with two or three bosses of the same level and power but not every worker can be the boss. Get the drift? There will always be a winner and if there’s a winner, a loser is sure to be around. I can use as many analogies and comparisons as I can and it would only mean one thing. Winners get the prize and losers can cry all night.

So what then can the rejected losers and those not good enough do? Chardy, what the hell is your point? 

Drum roll please. . .

I’m sure you’ve heard this somewhere before. I would just like to re-emphasize it.

You embrace rejection. You learn from it. You make it your own and you use it as a stepping stone to succeed the next time you try. This may seem cheesy or cliché for you but I would gladly and whole heartedly accept this more than pretending that rejection and losing can mean the end of the world for me.

Maybe you wake up ahead of the alarm and go to work 30 minutes earlier than you usually do to get a seat. Maybe you edit the business proposal 3 hundred more times or take a different approach before you submit an output. Maybe rejection was meant to tell you that you can do better. That you’re almost there? Or maybe rejection is telling you that this isn’t for you and that there are other things, people or jobs that you can explore and experience.

I would like to believe that everything that happens in our life was meant to happen. That a strange mechanism somewhere is making sure that we are where we’re supposed to be. Destiny, if we must name it. In my heart, I honestly believe that destiny is real but I also believe that in order for things to happen, we must take destiny into our hands and learn to control our fates. Because who else will?

Phew, this was a really long rant. And i’m pretty sure I didn’t make any sense at all. If you lost interest halfway through what I was saying or you decided to scroll down to the end, here’s the summary to whatever I was trying to say ->

Embrace Rejection. Learn from it, make it your own and use it as a stepping stone to succeed the next time you try. You may not always win and being rejected may be something that’s regular for you but doesn’t that show how much perseverance you have? If you keep on being rejected, doesn’t that mean that you also keep on trying? 

I would rather be the person who always get rejected but keeps on trying and learns from it than a person who wins but never actually get to develop character and attitude. Schools should change their standards. It’s either you succeed or you learn from it. Not fail. Never fail. Don’t you think?

Broken Hearts and Moving on

Butterflies everywhere

You wake up one day and you realize that you’ve fallen in love. He was dashing, like the ones on television; the captain of the basketball team, Mr. Face of the night at your junior year’s prom. Every girl would swoon and sigh whenever he walks down the hallway and above all else, he could sing. It was like he was taken straight out of your favorite dystopian novels and you just can’t seem to get enough.

It was as if he was taken straight out of those chick flicks that you and your best friends would love to watch on a rainy Monday with all the chips and ice cream and accompanied by the latest album of one of your favorite boy bands. You’ve seen all of his photos at least thrice and know every last girl who has left a comment on each one. You would wait for every single holiday just so you could send him a greeting. Even the slightest sound of his name would make your head tingle and your mind burn with passion.

Making the Move

A little push was all you needed to finally say hello (Oh, and a lot of encouraging from your BFFs). One thing led to another, and suddenly you were hanging out. You didn’t have to wait for a holiday anymore to send him a message and now you could view his photos without having to use your little brother’s account.

He would say hello every time he passes by you and you would hear all the other girls hiss and growl at you like jungle animals ready to attack. You’re friends now! Every little detail that made you love him before can now be enjoyed live via-satellite. You thought you could never ever like anyone as much as you like ice cream and bacon or Ross Geller from FRIENDS. You were wrong. Darling, you were very wrong.

Confession and Consequences

You were in love. . . . . At least, you thought you were.
Long story short, he broke your heart. And wow, he broke it real good. You’ve taken the courage to actually tell him how you feel. Stupid, yes but you would rather let him know, than spend more hours waiting for him to actually look at you for real. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same. All those nights spent on dreaming about your epic love story and dedicating love songs for him would turn to tweeting movie lines from “One More Chance” and “Starting Over Again.
Your Facebook chat is full of sessions with your friends on how “He doesn’t deserve you” or “It’s his loss, girl”, or all those consolation prize answers, ready to give to someone with a broken heart. Your life was so much better when he wasn’t around, you keep on telling yourself — you were actually okay with just giving love advice to your girl friends, but there he goes, making you fall in love with him, making you believe in happy endings and then suddenly cutting you off. You assumed too much, and girl, trust me, we all did. WE. ALL. DID.

Moving on

A few weeks later…. (Of sobbing, hating and mending)
You wake up one day and everything has changed. He was still unbelievably attractive, he could still sing and yes, he was still the man of your dreams. But unlike before, there was this strong feeling that it would never be the same. The story of your life, it goes on. You are still the Queen and everything still revolves around your life (At least, in your perspective). And of course he is still the Prince Charming, witty and good with his words, white horse and sword unsheathed, obviously beating all the other princes from every kind of fairy tale imaginable — but you just have to accept that he wasn’t your prince, not in this fairy tale, and there’s nothing to do but accept that.
Maybe the timing was off, maybe he just wasn’t sure, maybe in a year or so we could be together. Maybe I’m just thinking too much, maybe I’m pretending to be okay.

Getting your heart broken sucks. And having to think about maybes and other endless possibilities suck even more, especially if they would never ever come true. But what to do? We all go through these, we all get our hearts broken because if we don’t, then we would never learn how to stand up and live on. All the broken pieces were meant to teach us a lesson, whether we have to be careful who we share our hearts with or simply know how to love ourselves. You may have lost the boy but the memories, the lessons and the love you recieved will always be there to strenghten you and keep you going.

Remember: It gets better, whether it be in a month, a year or ten, it will be better. Just you wait dear.

Have you ever gotten your heart broken? If you have, share it with us and tell us what it taught you. Cheers!

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Love, Chardy ❤️