No Graduate Gap Regret

I realized that I should’ve travelled before I got into work. Though I know I was thirsty to make myself such an accomplished person. There are things that aren’t just healthy. I didn’t even treat myself to go to the beach alone. Us family were also too busy. The family is always busy. We always had our own agendas in life making the house our only rest.

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Dad bought me Levi’s and he bought me H&M shoes. (I feel so luckyyyy.)

I don’t think working as soon as possible will be better for any other graduates like me. I am a Graduate Architect and it seems toxic not to give it a rest.

I studied architecture for 5 years and did it! The only thing that I was rushing was to get my logbook finished. But as soon as you realize that things will get be too hectic. Even having a time for yourself isn’t even in the option anymore. You’ll feel like a robot through time.

Just give it a rest. Go to Boracay! Batanes! Even in Liverpool or Paris. I don’t care. Give yourself a treat. Besides, you got your diploma already. You’ll be able to face the world when the time comes.

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Investing

I haven’t blog about my thesis and graduation but I’ll try to find time for it soon. I have something to share though now because after graduating, I realized that making a statement out of things in my room were not really useful. My sister is trying to learn about Minimalism. And so there it began, us investing things in different kinds of things.

Fashion

Buy clothes that you’ll probably wear all the time and not those are just because they are fancy now and trendy. After a few months, there will be another type of trendy clothing and you won’t even be able to resell it that easily because that’s not what people are talking about anymore. There came a time where I cleaned my closet and realized that I was only wearing 1/4 of the clothes I have.

Two days ago, I went shopping with timeless designs where I can wear clothes in different kinds of occasion and even good for casual days.

Clothes that are casually elegant outside where even though you’re going out somewhere, its accepted on both events where my boyfriend can call me out on a dinner date on somewhere at least formal when he suddenly texts me, “Hey let’s have dinner tonight in some restaurant” after work.

This also applies the accessories and shoes you wear. Find pieces that are timeless and classy. They never go out of style. Besides, it looks elegant.

 

Things

I have many stuff in my room and none of them even appeals in the aesthetics of the interior. So I took out distracting things that are not used and even colors that doesn’t compliment my room.

I started adjusting the theme of my room because I know I don’t have the money for gallons of paint to replace them so I decided to stick on to that charming green color of my room. I’m planning to buy fake plants soon too so I don’t have to water them all the time but still manages to make a mood in a room that still get in to connection with nature.

 

Gadgets

Honestly, I’m not really the type of person who changes phones because there’s a new release. So I save a lot of money for years in terms of devices like that. But when my phone or laptop does shutdown, I buy a more long lasting and good invested quality so I may still use it in the long run.

Also having a hard drive to store all the datas and junk out of your laptop is a good thing because it doesn’t slow down the system of the laptop. At least that’s what I know of, because I think that cause some hanging too. Idk. (Comment here if not so others would know what’s the real reason though. Thanks!)

 

 

With you beside me, I’ll finish strong.

I haven’t been posting since I was as busy as I ever was. Besides school, my other priorities were to keep in touch with my family, my love and my friends. I wouldn’t want to disregard what’s more important than blogging. Not that it doesn’t matter that I inform my readers here that they’re not but because sometimes we have to appreciate what’s the real world, and you should be too.

The first semester of my thesis year made me think if I will be able to pass till the end, which there was a bigger percentage that I was praying than doing. This was because I know its really impossible unless I was helped by a Savior.

By was like an angel saving me throughout the struggle. I wouldn’t be more thankful any other way.

Up until now, I don’t believe that I may be able but the miracles keep showering. I just keep going. Maybe that’s why I just do everything that I can. By was the doer most of the time. No not, that I meant he was doing my thesis. But he was the image of the motivation why I keep working mine. I don’t feel much of a wonder woman this year but he was surely someone I could lean on the strength. I was the post of prayer this year. He started praying too.

I hope we’ll finish this with the help of God!

To God be the Glory!

Surviving and living

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You are able to do anything as long as you have faith and as long as you have hope. Its easy surviving as long as you have those but living is hard when you push yourself in a repetitive type of routine not being able to do the things you love.

So live. You are as young as you are now.

Lowkey life. Happy life.

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“The less you reveal the more people can wonder.” – Emma Watson

Its been years that I’ve given up some of my social media accounts such as Twitter and Tumblr. The time came when my friends and other people that I know started using Snapchat. I guess I didn’t fancy it. I was trying to conceal myself as much as possible than expose everything in my life. Though this actual thought of posting such topic is just my opinion, I’m not saying that I’m saying its a bad thing.

As for my life, I was more happy in way of deactivating. Tumblr became my life when I was in high school. Everything I post there was all that I feel. Things that photographs showed my emotions. I knew so many things about people, politics, activism, rights. I was aware so much. Then there goes that pessimism when the people I followed started to post things that I didn’t want. I was turning to be like them. I reached graduating high school with a cynical point of view with my heart broken, shattered everywhere. My life was a mess but I was trying to bear it.

I did try to be active on Tumblr when I was in college but then, there were so much more things that I was trying to delete because I was telling myself to forget bad memories and it became a habit. I had two Tumblr accounts back then and I deleted the personal account which I used as my diary and the other one for my public account that I just post things whatever I like. But as I was scrolling down my account, I looked so sad. It seems that I was searching for something that I don’t know and I don’t know if it exists. Maybe I was looking for happiness in a website or attention but I gave it up. I stopped posting. I tried to be busy with school instead and disregarded the thought of the people I follow that the world is a terrible place. I deleted it. It was sad too, in a way that an account there was a part of me. I have posted more than a thousand things and I just left everything behind to zero.

Weeks passed and Twitter as still on my phone. I kept ranting with relevance. I wanted to prove things on my perspective. I gained people realizing I was right — to things that us people should be inspired and how we could see the world with good things and positivity. I get annoyed when people rant about the most simplest things that they’re hungry and they could just get food or cook. I hated that. Their heads aching and seeking for nursing and care which I actually think that they needed cure so they should fetch themselves medicine from the medikit. People swearing without reason and posting it because they think its cool. That’s when I decided to deactivate on Twitter as well. People were unreasonable seeking attention for their fave or like, I forgot what its called. People stalking each other and hating or trying to envy what other people had. It was useless in my growth development.

I didn’t see much women and men on the people I follow. They were all trying to prove a point of things that they hated about a person. So much hate. So much to bear. No empathy. Plastic hearts for fame in friendship. Gaining ego without the essence. I guess I just didn’t like the people I followed there so I decided to delete it instead.

That’s when I realized that I was free. If only I could delete my Facebook, I would. But my professors and the school announcements are there. So I have to keep it. But as much as possible, almost weekly, I delete people that I really don’t know or the people that I don’t want to keep in touch because their posts are toxic and unhelpful to my being.

I surrounded myself with people who knew how to handle things that I should solve up to solutions rather than complaining. I whine a lot but if you have the right people around you. You end up, silently solving the situation like them. It made me a better person on that aspect. I was starting to focus on my real environment and not on the sites on my screen trying to prove articles and news, or even philosophical views. Besides, I loved the world after leaving the internet. For me, it helped. I don’t know to other people. But well, do as you please. ‘Cause this is just my point of view. And on my point of view, yes, I am happy.

I admit now. For the last two years, I never told the world why I laughed on particular dates I could’ve mentioned here. But those were mine to keep. And I’ll gladly keep it only for my box of happiness.

Staying lowkey will solve literally half of your problems.

I Am So Much More Than Just A Pretty Face — Kayla Diebold

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Photo © Genessa Panainte

Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.”

— Kahlil Gibran

I walk through life, every day, capturing the attention of strangers solely based off of my outside physical characteristics. Noticing my bright green eyes, tan skin, charming smile and a nicely put together physique. Pretty, sexy, gorgeous have been terms used to express me.

As much as I respect the compliments, I am deeper than an image.

There are many individuals who miss the woman I am, the soul I sincerely have. Imagine going into an art gallery, so many lovely articulate paintings overlooked by more loud collaborative paintings. The painting you’ve overlooked is still there, not requesting you to look at or take in, but once you look beyond the image, truly acknowledging the art. There is a beautiful message behind the delusion.

If you fixate on my image, not penetrating beyond my exterior, you miss my value. The beauty is in the message of my soul.

I realized early in life that being pretty is generally more of a burden than a benefit. When meeting people, they grow interested in me because I appeal to their eyes. Being pretty becomes a disturbance, blocking out the ability of others getting to appreciate me for my inner radiance. From everyday situations to important career outcomes such as employment interviews, it astonishes me how much an outside image effects people. Landing a position based on my pretty appearance, not seeing I have the intellect to back it up. I was acknowledged as the cheerleader and not the softball player because I know how to put on lipstick and twirl my hair. The one that offends me the most is being stereotyped as a female without a mind because in civilization today you can’t be both pretty and intelligent.

Pretty is described as attractive in a subtle way without being really beautiful. I don’t even feel the need to comment on that absurd allegation. Pretty has a unique definition to each individual. Everyone sees differently with the eyes. I believe, pretty comes from within.

An attractive physical appearance means nothing if you have an awful heart.

Like the familiar saying goes “What looks good to you, isn’t always good for you”. Pretty is vague, I demand to be recognized and acknowledged as very much more than an expression with such vague context.

Although my face to you may be “pretty”, pretty I am not. I am a genuine beauty. Beautiful from the inner surface of my heart.

I am intellectual, confident, a dream chaser, determined, loving, warm-hearted, devoted, independent. A daughter, a sister, a noble friend, a learner and forever a shoulder to everyone that desires it to lean on.

My advice to every woman out there, you are more than just a pretty face. Realize that, enforce it, and live up to those words every day. “You can be pretty darling, but make it a point to be so much more.”

I Am So Much More Than Just A Pretty Face (Kayla Diebold)