Happy International Women’s Day!

I spent five days with my grandmothers in Manila last November and the experience will definitely test your patience in every aspect possible.
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Lola Greg (L); Lola Elen (R)
I was raised by my grandmothers for half of my life. My parents were busy being doctors and making sure that they could provide for me and my brother so most of the time, I would cling to one of my Lolas- Maping. She died last year due to the complications of stroke (she was 91). When she died, I still had two amazing women both which success has surpassed them. One, an elementary teacher and the other, a superintendent. My bond with them was not as strong as my bond with Maping, but these two still hold a warm place in my heart.

They were complete opposites in terms of personalities and hobbies, one would love to cook and fill up the room with the best aromas and the other would love to garden and fill the yards with the most vibrant flowers. One was stern, quick, a definition of a strong and independent woman and the other was fragile, meek, the depiction of a Maria Clara.

Having both of them in my arms while walking around the streets of Manila (divisoria included), you can’t stop but wonder what will our own life be like when we reach the age of 80, 70, 60 even. These strong and independent women have lived their lives, have gone through so much, have seen their friends and family come and go and despite their age of 86 and 89, they’re still trying to live day by day with the best of their enthusiasm.

These women are just two of the women who I look up to. And as timely as it is, Happy International Women’s Day to all of the amazing women who has helped shaped the individuals that we are today.

With love,
Beyscapades
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MOOSHI GREEN BAR!


My dad is in the city! We were supposed to have dinner at this new korean eat-all-you-can in Ayala Center Cebu called Kpub but my pharma class ended at like 6:30 and there were no taxis available because of the heavy rains plus rush hour hence, I had t ride a jeepney to SM and SM to Ayala which took me about an hour.

When I arrived, my dad and my brother had already finished eating and I just decided to get a smoothie bowl from prolly one of the best places to dine on healthy goodness; Mooshi Green Bar! If you haven’t heard of it, it’s a fresh smoothie/juice store that makes the yummiest smoothies and juices (I have tried Tonic befor but nothing beats this one). I was supposed to get a smoothie but I wanted something with a protein boost and they recommended the smoothie bowl instead. It was sooo good. The cacao nibs were a bit too bitter but I loved it anyway. Definitely a 9/10.
I guess I just really wanted to do a quick update. I have a new instagram account btw in case you guys didn’t catch that one. I do not have pictures on it yet so I am really sorry but I think I’m going to post one tonight (if I don’t get too lazy).

I’m supposed to be studying for my Electro Stimulation class because I have an exam tomorrow on Biofeedback and HPVC but here I am and I am writing this because why the hell not.

With love, beyscapades.

Scuba Diving in Olango!

 

imageWhat It Feels Like to Go Scuba Diving with a 350/20 Vision.

As I slowly put on my wetsuit and zipped the zipper from behind, I could not stop but think about the fear of not being able to use my glasses underwater. I have been myopic for four years now and my eye grade has greatly increased overtime.

I went out of the dressing room, glasses perched between my nose as I approached the waiting shed. They were already handing out masks and telling us to get into the water and they asked me to leave my glasses on dry land. I hesitantly gave it to one of the guides. Right then, everything became a massive piece of blur; the horizon looking like a smudged painting, sea and sky all blended into one hue. I went onto the water and walked towards our instructor, worrying about how I’m going to be able to admire the scenery when I can’t see them clearly. Our instructor taught us three basic rules for staying alive, first is mask clearing; to clear your nose and eyes, second is regulator clearing; to clear your mouth, and lastly, pressure check; to clear your ears. After a few clearance runs, we hopped on the pump boat towards the real deal.

We traveled a few meters away from the resort and onto deep water where fishes and anemones swam in schools. I put on my mask as they put on my scuba gear, tightening the clasps and inserting weights to the sides to keep me grounded while on the water. At the count of three they made me jump into the blue. I got a hold of my regulator and clasped it between my molars tightly, inhaling as much air as I can through my mouth. Down we went as I try to get used to not breathing through my nose worrying that I might drown and have my lungs filled with liquid. As soon as my mask was submerged everything became amplified. Life’s not as blurry as it is above. And I wanted to smile and celebrate a little because everything just looked so beautiful. Corals started to show up in different shapes and sizes; some small, some medium sized, and fishes in different colors that could put a rainbow to shame. They led us to a sanctuary where groupers, clownfishes and dories inhabited; where anemones as plump and vibrant as peaches swayed from side to side. I tried to touch some of them as gentle as I could, trying not to startle the current nor the tiny hearts that were beating around me. I moved forward swimming with my flippers, even hitting my knees onto one of the corals, getting myself a bruise. We plunged into a deeper depth, seeing more and more species of fishes that I don’t even know the name of. Everything has just led me speechless though in my mind I was thanking God for giving me such a beautiful opportunity.

Had my mask did not begin to fill up with water, I would have stayed under longer but due to the fact that it was starting to get loose, we had to resurface. I removed my mouthpiece and was welcomed with the sun shining at my face; bright, a little bit orange, reminding us that sunset was at our midst. I breathed out a sigh as my guide held my tank and dragged me back to the boat. Despite the teeny tiny glitches, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I saw a whole new world even if my vision lacked clarity.

After this experience I had realized a whole new perspective about life in general. Maybe we are all too afraid to go after something that we want because we don’t know what’s going to happen. Just like how I was so scared to leave my glasses behind because I’m not sure if I could see things as they are with my blurry vision. If we don’t take risks, we’ll never discover all of the amazing things God has lined up for us. We have to have the courage to plunge into uncertainty to dive into a millions and thousands of possibilities.