jayescapes

  Thirty feels different. Not because it suddenly makes life clearer, but because the last year has been one long reminder that growth doesn’t always look clean or pretty—it often looks like chaos disguised as courage. Turning 30 feels like standing at the shore after a long swim: breathless, shaken, but strangely proud of how far I’ve gone. This year, I transferred offices, something I once thought I’d do only when truly ready. Then life reminded me that readiness is often a myth, and bravery is the fundamental prerequisite for success. I resigned after seven years in a place that shaped me, challenged me, and, for a long time, defined me. Leaving wasn’t easy; endings rarely are. But stepping into a new job, still under another shade of green, proved that I could rebuild, relearn, and reimagine myself without losing the parts of myself that mattered. And somewhere between the shifting of desks and the shifting of identities, one of my words found its way into the world. Seeing my ...

Scrolling through Shopee while pretending to be productive seems harmless until a random click leads to a Rec•Create episode where Jessica Soho reacts to Reddit horror stories about adulting. Halfway through, it hits: this is the real horror genre. No ghosts. Just bills, rent, and commuting chaos. Growing up, horror meant aswangs, white ladies, and whatever creature cousins invented during brownouts. No one warned that the real monsters would be groceries, rent, and the responsibilities that arrive faster than payday. A post about rising food prices reads like a punchline until the receipt shows up. Eggs suddenly cost as much as self-esteem. A post about rent doubling makes everyone do mental math and reconsider life choices. Commuting stories? Every morning is a Hunger Games reboot, minus cameras, plus sweat, elbow jabs, and the subtle panic of arriving late anyway. The line that resonates most: “Adulting feels like a survival game.” No tutorials. No save points. Just wa...

The farewell speech 💚 Seven years ago, I walked through the gates of the City College of Angeles once more. But this time, not as a student searching for direction, but as someone ready to serve. I never imagined that returning to my alma mater would become one of the most meaningful journeys of my life. I stepped into different roles, wore many hats, and poured my heart into the work. But beyond the tasks and titles, what truly mattered were the people. The quiet strength of our staff and teachers, the brilliance and drive of our students, the stories of my fellow alumni who continued to rise and give back, and the silent sacrifices of those who gave more than what was asked of them. These moments, these faces, these hearts—I will carry with me, always. To work in the place that raised you is a gift. I was given the chance to come full circle. To give back to the very halls that once held my dreams. To walk beside young people as they began chasing their own. There were hard days. Th...

  🌸 “Pinalaki Ako ng Daisy Siete” — Kaya Get Get Aw, Laban Laban!” A Love Letter to the Kids Raised by Noontime Drama, Tanghalian Memories, and the Queens of Afternoon TV Before we had Netflix. Before “K-drama marathon” was even a thing. Before we learned the words “mental health,” “toxic,” or “self-love”... We had Daisy Siete . We had SexBomb Girls . We had drama at tanghali — ang pinakaunang teleserye ng puso natin. 🧃🥄 Tanghalian Time Was Sacred Time Remember those days? You’d come home from school sweaty, sunburned, and stressed from reciting the Panatang Makabayan . Your Nanay or Lola would serve you a plate of rice, tuyo, or hotdog — maybe pancit canton kung galante — while Eat Bulaga! blasted from the TV. And right after noontime showtime? Boom. Daisy Siete. And just like that, you’re not just eating lunch. You’re entering a world full of heartbreak, sisterhood, sabunutan, and sequins. A world where girls in heels fought for their dreams — and won . 💃 ...

What Time is It? ADVENTURE TIME! — 10 Powerful Life Lessons from the Land of Ooo For over a decade, Adventure Time taught us that growing up doesn’t mean giving up wonder, and that even in a land of magic, candy kingdoms, and talking dogs, real-life struggles still exist. At its core, this cartoon is an emotional journey about friendship, identity, trauma, forgiveness, and the messy beauty of life. Here are 10 life lessons that struck me from Finn, Jake, and their friends: 1. You’re allowed to feel everything, even the bad stuff. Finn, the brave adventurer, is often seen as fearless. But throughout the series, we see him feel grief, heartbreak, confusion, and guilt — and he lets himself feel those things. In a world where we're expected to "man up" or "move on," Adventure Time tells us: it's okay to sit with your feelings. It's part of being human (even if you're a human raised by dogs). 2. People are complicated. Don’t expect them to always...

Kapag Hindi Na Ako Matalino, May Silbi Pa Ba Ako? A love letter to every overachiever who's also the family's quiet survivor. “Kids who grow up with people telling them they’re smart become extremely vulnerable when they think they’re no longer useful.” — Anna, Korean drama starring Bae Suzy Some quotes don’t just make you pause—they hold a mirror to your soul. This was one of them. Because if you grew up in a typical Filipino household, being the “matalino” often felt like your entire identity. Your brilliance wasn’t just celebrated—it was expected. It was your currency. Your armor. Your ticket out. But no one talks about what happens when life humbles you. When your shine fades. When you no longer know who you are without the medals, the praise, the “ikaw na naman ang top.” No one talks about how lonely it feels when you’re no longer the child prodigy, but just a person. Still breathing, still trying, still aching. The Gift That Became a Burden You ...

Between Deadlines and Dreams: Why I’m Finishing This MBA Even When I’m Tired Let me be honest. I’m exhausted. Not just physically, but emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Right now, I’m staring at a half-written thesis, a blinking cursor, and a coffee cup that’s been reheated three times. I’m not here to glamorize the grind. I’m here to tell you that this is hard . And some days, I question why I even started this MBA journey in the first place. But here’s the truth: I will finish it. Not just because I started it—but because I deserve to see myself cross that finish line. This degree isn’t just a title. It’s a testimony. A testimony that I showed up—after office hours, in between deadlines, even while carrying personal battles no one else could see. It’s a testimony of every sleepless night I spent juggling work, life, and academic responsibilities. Of every moment I doubted my capacity, only to find strength I didn’t know I had. And it’s a quiet reminder that while the jo...