Do more of what you love: life of a fangirlĀ 

It’s no secret that my default state is being a fangirl. 

Next to being a student and an occasional writer, this is what mostly occupies my time. So now, in the midst of the most gruelling time in my academic career (Hello hellweeks) let me share with you what happened yesterday. Also known as; the most amazing day so far, that OMG-what-just-happened kinda day. Or simply,  the right time (Tamang  Panahon) I didn’t know that was going to happen. 

October 16 2016, SMX Convention Center. 

Perhaps they’re not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like Aldub/Maichard (like is putting it lightly…) from the beginning. Being away from home, watching Eat Bulaga was the  bonding moment for my parents and I. It makes those moments of homesickness more bearable. How I started as a fan is another story, for another blog post if I do wish to write it in the future. Fast forward to yesterday, a year after the phenomena started, I found myself amidst a sea of people who love this people as much as I do. 

 I was seated at the front. 

How? 

Don’t ask me, everything about yesterday was a blur and in slow mo at the same time. (Di ako na-orient!

There were booths; for magazines, merchandise, sponsors and many more. One that really made me happy is the one dedicated to all the artists that gave their time to create amazing things. 

(Realised that this was in a Vlog and not a photo. I was so overwhelmed that I didn’t know what to do.) 

I used to just take pictures during events and never bother with videos. Probably because I always had limited space for it, but now I am well prepared. Whoever made a 64gb memory card is a genius. 

I needed something to go back to. Every moment felt precious that I did not want to miss any second of it. I’ve waited for this moment and I didn’t want to forget anything. Time felt frozen and I didn’t want it to end. 

All the performers gave their best and I suppose you can’t help but be inspired when you have an amazing bunch of people cheering you on. 

Pandemonium started when Maine Mendoza came in. Hearing the screams live is something else. I thought I was used to fangirl screams. But apparently not. She looks like a doll; fragile yet strong. Her wacky faces never fail to amuse me. 

When the time came for Alden Richards to make an entrance, the screams doubled-if that was even possible-and adrenaline just kept on pumping. He sang Your Guardian Angel by RJA and my 12 year old self was fangirling so hard. I lived for that song in elementary school. I must admit, this guy REALLY looks good. 

 Their chemistry is undeniable. Seeing it first hand was also something else; they have their own bubble and sometimes you want to look away but you couldn’t. 

As much as I try to put the events of yesterday into words, I simply could not find the right words to describe it. I’ve helped out in events before and faced actors whom I have admired, though yesterday felt different. 

It must be the crowd and the camaraderie that can be felt in the air. How every song was sang from the heart. All the fanfics that made you laugh, cry, fuzzy and in love. And the ones to read late at night. The artworks that made you say wow. It all came together in one event that was totally worth all of the effort. 

 This fandom is something else; its one of those that I will never get tired of. Some people may make fun or look down on this fandom but I know that this family is here to stay. Yesterday was a proof that, Aldub has touched the lives of everyone from all walks of life. 

As I drown myself in readings, algebra equations, and org work in the next few weeks. I will use this as a motivation to do better so I can enjoy the future events. My life may be hectic for the unforseeable future ahead, at least I will always have this to make me smile at the end of the day. 

Thank you Richard and Nicomaine. Always take care of each other and just keep on smiling. 
Love, 


Home is…

Home. 

For me it will always be Philippines and England. Before, I thought I only had to choose one but now I know that I wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

Some people always ask me why did I move back? Do you like it better there? How was it like? And many other questions that now sound monotonous to my ears.  As if my answer would validate what they’ve always thought of Europe or just life abroad in general. My answer could somehow make or break their daydreams. 

I always politely say that my reasons are mine alone and try to move on to another topic. Most people don’t know I came from abroad and I like it like that. With others, I don’t really mind. Back to the question about my life there, it’s a bit iffy.I tend to be brutally honest about it; I tell them about how it will all depend on the cards that you will be dealt. It’s fun, exciting, and surprising at times. The memories I made and will make on trips back will be near and dear. Although, you also could not take away the tears that I have cried. 

Could be the environment we grew up in change the way we view life abroad? Even the kids who are fortunate enough to travel seem to have a charmed outlook on it. Perhaps its our age differences that’s also showing here, my life hasn’t been the easiest, and the rose coloured glasses have long been taken away from me. 

When I tell them the truth, some nod in understanding that maybe its not all that. They understand that it will have the good, bad, and the ugly. Whilst others carry on unloading their preconceived notions and perhaps daydream about it too. I just let them be, London is lovely afterall. 
Though, I trully hope that in this lifetime, they would see that there is something great about feeling love for your own country and that the sense of nationalism should come from within. How do you expect others to be proud of where they came from, when you choose not to do it yourself? 

Not saying where I am from when you first meet me became sort of a defense mechanism; I would rather that you know me first and make judgement calls once you’ve known me, not just where I came from. It makes life easier for everyone. 

I miss England, especially during nights such as this. Cool monsoon winds remind me of crisp autumn mornings that I love. However, my heart feels happy to be home too, after being away for so long. 

The grass won’t always be green+er on the other side, you just have to work with what you’ve got. 

Just keep smiling,