Mikee likes to refer to herself in the third person sometimes.
This online journal is a collection of stories from the classroom, the corporate office and everywhere in between.
Even if it’s a dumb story, telling it changes other people just the slightest little bit, just as living the story changes me. An infinitesimal change. And that infinitesimal change ripples outward –ever forgotten, but the stories will last. And so we all matter –maybe less than a lot, but always more than none.
–An Abundance of Katherines, John Green
It is crucial for her to find Anne through her stories, for Anne is the adult who knows the difference between right and wrong and acts after deciding carefully without letting her soft side take over. Mikee is controlled by her child self who is deeply fascinated with all things bright and beautiful. Her parent self contemplates her actions and guides her with virtues close to home. And if you don’t know what the metaphor means, think id, ego, superego –concepts from Psychology, a science she seeks to spend her lifetime studying.
She leaves it to your better judgment to decide if her thoughts are worth sharing and if Anne is worth finding.
I decided to DIY a solo trip (my first!) to Batanes for my 25th Birthday weekend.
I’ve been getting a lot of queries on how I did it, so before I dive in to all the stories I’ve accumulated over the past 5 days, here’s a comprehensive travel guide based on my July 2017 trip to help you plan your own adventure:
For starters, I have not received formal training sans a few journalism workshops when I was younger. While I wanted to pursue a career in media, fate had other plans. I ended up taking a degree in Psychology that eventually paved the way for opportunities in Education and Human Resources respectively.
But I guess life has a way of pulling you back to what you really love. I was still fortunate enough to be a part of a number of school and magazine publications. While it seemed like I was a fish out of water (majority of my peers were studying Communications then), I knew that I was in my element.
There are things that you have to tuck away to maintain a semblance of order, things that you only pull out when necessary. There are labels for every thought and every emotion required in a situation so you know where to find them when you need them. I’m usually good at not letting the contents spill through the cracks, but some days prove more difficult than others.
Tomorrow I will put on my usual chatty self and keep the demons at bay. That’s what the locks are for anyway.