a dream is an answer to a question you haven’t asked..

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Don’t run with an ingrown. It hurts like hell.

After all that jostling in your shoe, it’ll become so inflamed, it will actually lose any feeling, saving you from any further pain.

That is, until you try to fit your foot into a shoe again.

I started talking about doing the half-marathon a few weeks back. Since then, I’ve gotten remarks questioning my intent, to which I’ve responded with a confident “yes”. I’ve signed up for it, even gotten a freebie $55 CAD registration fee by referring Mhe.

Last week, I tried running around the block just to get an idea what I’m up against. I know biking is not as strenuous as running, and even I had to go through the noobie phase when I started biking again, so I didn’t have any high expectations as to how well I would be able to run around the block. That would’ve been foolhardy, to say the least.

I borrowed my mom’s pedometer and running water bottle, got into some running gear and started running. A few meters later, I realized I need proper gear. My mom’s water bottle nestling awkwardly in the small of my back (or what’s suppose to be the small of my back rolf) was hard to get to while running. My Nike Shox were actually hurting my feet, whether from the tightness of my laces or from non-sport socks. I did more walking than running, but I managed to run/walk for 2.5k which wasn’t bad for my first training run IMO.

I decided to build my stamina with biking more difficult trails and slowly easing into running longer distances. I don’t really have an issue with running per se, but breathing was a bigger problem for me. I don’t stop running because my legs are tired, rather because I can’t breathe in rhythm. I find it easier if I get accustomed to a breathing rhythm first, then tackle getting past distance milestones.

I invited my dad to bike yesterday as part of my workout/bonding efforts. My dad gladly accompanied me, even patiently waited for me while I slowly rode up steep hills. We went across Finch Avenue, up Dufferin, slightly before Rutherford and turned back, doing an easy 19k. By the time we got back, the day was slowly creeping to its unbearable 30 degree high.

Since I don’t really have proper gear for biking or running, I decided to hit downtown for some shopping. My friends and I decided to meet up at Eaton’s so we can shop together. I arrived early, so I made a few stops at certain stores, and finally got to Sportschek. Because I was planning to get on the Nike+ bandwagon, I checked out their Nike+ shoes which ranged from $159-$225 CAD. Ouch.

After much walking, I managed to bring home two running shorts ($10 on sale!), two sleeveless running tops ($35 each, buy 1 get 2nd half off), a Nike + iPod Sport kit ($39), a Nike+ arm band, and a pair of Nike Air Max 180 ($99 - $80 off original price!). Expensive, but it’s an investment.

After buying all those things, I still didn’t get to buy water bottles (the belted kind), or a biking shirt with pockets. I guess I’ll have to go to specialty stores for those kind of things. Better luck next shopping time!

2 days before father’s day..

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I dropped off my car at Canadian Tire to get some work done, and was waiting by the exit for Belle & Alan to pick me up when a black man with salt-n-pepper hair comes out of the store. 40ish by my guess, and forgettable by my standards. But he turns to me and flashes me a smile.

BM: Were you waiting for me?
Me: huh? Hahahaha.. (as politely as possible) *looks away*

From this point, I try to ignore him. He goes to his park car and proceeds to the exit. But before that, he drives really slowly in front of me, visibly trying to make eye contact. This I can see from a corner of my eye, so I did my best to look in the opposite direction, which happens to be where Belle would be coming from. Realizing I wasn’t going to look in his direction and him not being able to afford completely stopping in the hopes of me looking his way, he leaves.

One story to tell my friends later. Lol.

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I was meeting my friends to go see Fantastic 4: Silver Surfer but decided to make stop by at Eaton’s to return a helmet at Sportschek. I was running late and was in a rush, so I was briskly walking when I was stopped in my tracks by a Chinese man, maybe late 30s, early 40s. He actually stops in my path to make small talk.

CM: Hi! How are you doing today?
Me: I’m good…… (walks around the man)

Wth.

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I tell my friends these 2 incidents over chicken wings at Fox & Fiddle. Mhe was laughing giddily in her corner. Of course, Louie shares the same old advice she tells me.

Louie: It’s because you talk to them. Keep walking!

Same advice applicable to lunatics. Things are same old same old in this part of the world.

This AWOL student misses UP Diliman soooooo much. Sigh.

This an unusual valedictory speech - from a UP Physics summa cum laude, a 16 year old girl. Something I got from my numerous fowards. Many thanks to Tanya for sharing.

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UPD 2007 Valedictory Speech

I would like to share with you a beautifully written valedictory speech by a 16-year old “girl” who graduated summa cum laude with a BS Physics degree.

But first, I will share with you my experience hearing this speech during UP-Diliman’s commencement exercises last Sunday, April 22, 2007. This batch of graduates seemed so happy to graduate that they cheered wildly at every phrase President Roman uttered in the formal mass conferment of degrees, declaring each of them a graduate. I felt the electricity of the crowd swell with each phrase toward the final declaration that they are at last graduates.

So, imagine that sense of pride when their valedictorian was introduced. A mere 16-year old, who could just be graduating from high school, but is actually finishing at the top of her entire graduating college class with an GWA of 1.099. Actually, many of us were doubtful if this wisp of a girl, not even 5 feet tall, who smiled at everyone so innocently, could tell us, could inspire her class to go forth and meet life after college. But she was the chosen one to deliver a message to her class. And so, out of respect for her feat, we gave her a standing ovation upon her intrduction.

With her first words, “One of the things that strike me as being very “UP Diliman” is the way UPD students can’t seem to stay on the pavement…”, everyone was silent. It was a silence I have seldom experienced. It was as the ampitheater was empty, and it was only the girl and I in that huge space. But i looked around, and even the audience — the parents and guests surrounding the graduates — were silent, intently listening to this small voice, now made louder, not by the amplifier, but by our collective silence.

This is when it would not be exaggerated to say, “You could hear a pin drop” by the quality of silence. But I would say, and those of you who have been to the middle of the UP Ampitheater would know what I mean, you could hear the leaves rustle with the slightest breeze.

It was speech that did not talk about a student’s personal experience with Physics, as I had feared. It was a young person telling us how she looked at the world — her world for 4 years — and how she is encouraged, inspired and compelled to make a difference in this world. She received a long standing ovation, not out of respect this time, but I guess because of what she made us feel about ourselves, about our country and about our future. I will be humble enough to say that she inspired me. I am renewed once again in my idealism. I hope it strikes a chord in you, because it has strummed my chords so deeply.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mikaela Irene Fudolig / BS Physics, Class 2007 Valedictorian.

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Mikaela Irene Fudolig / BS Physics
Speech at the Commencement Exercises, University of the Philippines in Diliman
April 22, 2007
One of the things that strike me as being very “UP Diliman” is the way UPD students can’t seem to stay on the pavement. From every street corner that bounds an unpaved piece of land, one will espy a narrow trail that cuts the corner, or leads from it. Every lawn around the buildings sports at least one of these paths, starting from a point nearest to the IKOT stop and ending at the nearest entry to the building. The trails are beaten on the grass by many pairs of feet wanting to save a fraction of a meter of traveling, no matter that doing so will exact some cost to the shoes, or, to the ubiquitous slippers, especially when the trails are new.

What do these paths say about us, UP students?

One could say that the UP student is enamored with Mathematics and Pythagoras, hence these triangles formed by the pavement and the path. Many among you would disagree.

Others could say that the UP student is naturally countercultural. And the refusal to use the pavement is just one of the myriads of ways to show his defiance of the order of things. This time, many would agree.

Still, others will say that the UP student is the model of today’s youth: they want everything easier, faster, now. The walkable paths appeal to them because they get to their destination faster, and presumably, with less effort. Now that is only partly true, and totally unfair.

These trails weren’t always walkable. No doubt they started as patches of grass, perhaps overgrown. Those who first walked them must have soiled their shoes, stubbed their toes, or had insects biting their legs, all in the immovable belief that the nearest distance between two points is a straight line. They might even have seen snakes cross their paths. But the soiled footwear, sore toes, and itchy legs started to conquer the grass.

Other people, seeing the yet faint trail, followed. And as more and more walked the path, the grass gave in and stopped growing altogether, making the path more and more visible, more and more walkable.

The persistence of the paths pays tribute to those UP students who walked them first ? the pioneers of the unbeaten tracks: the defiant and curious few who refuse the familiar and comfortable; the out-of-the-box thinkers who solve problems instead of fretting about them; the brave who dare do things differently, and open new opportunities to those who follow.

They say how one behaved in the past would determine how he behaves in the future. And as we leave the University, temporarily or for good, let us call on the pioneering, defiant, and brave spirit that built the paths to guide us in this next phase of our life.

We have been warned time and again. Our new world that they call “adulthood” is one that’s full of compromises, where success is determined more by the ability to belong than by the ability to think, where it is much easier to do as everyone else does.

Daily we are bombarded with so much news of despair about the state of our nation, and the apparent, perverse sense of satisfaction our politicians get from vilifying our state of affairs. It is fashionable to migrate to other countries to work in deceptively high-paying jobs like nursing and teaching, forgetting that even at their favored work destinations, nurses and teachers are some of the lowest paid professionals. The lure of high and immediate monetary benefits in some low-end outsourcing jobs has drawn even some of the brightest UP students away from both industry and university teaching to which they would have been better suited.

Like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths are the easiest to take.

But, like the sidewalks and pavement, these paths take longer to traverse, just as individual successes do not always make for national progress. The unceasing critic could get elected, but not get the job done. The immigrant could get his visa, but disappear from our brainpower pool. The highly paid employee would be underutilized for his skills, and pine to get the job he truly wants, but is now out of his reach. And the country, and we, are poorer because of these.

Today, the nation needs brave, defiant pioneers to reverse our nation’s slide to despair. Today, we must call upon the spirit that beat the tracks. Today, we must present an alternative way of doing things.

Do NOT just take courage, for courage is not enough. Instead, be BRAVE! It will take bravery to go against popular wisdom, against the clichéd expectations of family and friends. It will take bravery to gamble your future by staying in the country and try to make a prosperous life here. It might help if for a start, we try to see why our Korean friends are flocking to our country. Why, as many of us line up for immigrant visas in various embassies, they get themselves naturalized and settle here. Do they know something we don’t?

Do NOT just be strong in your convictions, for strength is not enough. Instead, DEFY the pressure to lead a comfortable, but middling life. Let us lead this country from the despair of mediocrity. Let us not seek to do well, but strive to EXCEL in everything that we do. This, so others will see us as a nation of brains of the highest quality, not just of brawn that could be had for cheap.

Take NOT the road less traveled. Rather, MAKE new roads, BLAZE new trails, FIND new routes to your dreams. Unlike the track-beaters in campus who see where they’re going, we may not know how far we can go. But if we are brave, defiant searchers of excellence, we will go far. Explore possibilities, that others may get a similar chance. I have tried it myself. And I’m speaking to you now.

But talk is cheap, they say. And so I put my money where my mouth is. Today, I place myself in the service of the University, if it will have me. I would like to teach, to share knowledge, and perhaps to be an example to new UP students in thinking and striving beyond the limits of the possible.

This may only be a small disturbance in the grass. But I hope you’ll come with me, and trample a new path.

Good evening, everyone.

Time it took me to ride 25 kms on the Gardiner and Don Valley Parkway. That includes 5 stops to take pics and 1 water stop. I’m proud to say, I did not get off my bike when I rode on Bayview on/off ramp. It was killer, but I survived that steep ramp. Yeah!!

Sunday wasn’t too bad a day for biking. Although the skies were hazy, it wasn’t humid like the past few days. It got a bit chilly by the time I got back to the finish line, and vert light rain was petering on and off.

All it all, it was a fun experience. Maybe next year, I might attempt the 50 km one. The 25 km was very doable, and I wasn’t the slightest bit tired afterwards. Heck, I even managed to walk all the way to the distillery district to check out the Luminato events. My ass did hurt, considering I did 25 kms the previous day with my friends. I think that’s why I finished so quickly. I couldn’t bear sitting any longer, hence the mad dash back. LOL!

Thanks to all the people who trained with me and believed that I can do an easy 25K. Thanks to everybody who pledged too, because I ended up collecting $300 CAD, and getting a technical shirt and a bike computer with a light. And much thanks to my dad who was very much supportive, from my bike purchase to my self-imposed training.

Now that’s over, I’ve signed up for the Scotiabank Toronto Waterfront Marathon. Most of the people at work have signed up, and peer pressure got to me. Hah. I ended up signing up for the 21 K half-marathon. I can’t expect it to be easy, but I think I’m up for the challenge. All I need is will power (working on this) and motivation (never lacking thanks to my peers).

Of course, I’ve gotten my share of “you’re crazy”, “you’ll die” and “wtf?” comments. Not helpful, but understandable. It’s alright, because the “you go girl!”, “if anybody can do it, I think you would”, and high-fives out-number them. I might eat my words later on, but I’m going to stand by my carpe diem philo, so there.

My birthday’s coming up, but plans are still up in the air. That’ll have to wait for another day.

Because you believed in me.