it’s funny because i’ve always been the kind who loves calm. i’ve always been introverted. i don’t like noise. i want quiet. but back then, i used to enjoy going out. not with everyone, but with people i felt comfortable with. the right company didn’t drain me; instead, they made the world feel softer. my sk family was part of that. even if there were many of us, being with them didn’t feel overwhelming. it felt grounding.

during those years, i was serving a role that taught me more about responsibility, teamwork, and community than i realized at the time. and because of that season, i found myself surrounded by people who understood me, supported me, and made even the busiest days feel meaningful.

those were the years when my weekends were alive. i always had somewhere to go, someone to meet, something to experience. that’s why i even created a little social media series called “weekend diaries.” every saturday and sunday had a story worth sharing.... a beach trip, a last-minute plan, a coffee run, a meeting that turned into a hangout, moments that made life feel full.

but somewhere along the line, things changed. or maybe i changed.

my weekends now are different. quiet, slow, simple. i don’t have weekend stories to tell anymore. most days, i’m just in my room, resting, working, catching up on tasks, or simply trying to breathe after a long week. and when i looked at these boracay pictures today, i realized how much adulthood has reshaped me.

i used to say yes because i didn’t want to miss out... on moments, on people, on memories.

but now? i don’t feel that kind of fomo anymore. missing a plan doesn’t feel like missing life. i don’t chase experiences the way i used to; i choose them, selectively and intentionally. rest matters more than rushing.

before, i had endless energy. a full weekend didn’t scare me. ngayon, kahit one plan lang, may recovery period na. adulting taught me that energy is limited, and spending it requires intention. saying yes now comes with a cost. not financial, but emotional and physical.

my sk family will always hold a special place in my life. they were part of a season that shaped me... in leadership, in friendship, in who i was becoming. some people drifted, some stayed, some exist now only in memories. and that’s okay. growing up means loving people in different ways... sometimes loudly, sometimes silently, sometimes from afar.

as a teenager and young adult, weekends meant fun. effortlessly. but adulting doesn’t work like that.

weekends now mean laundry, errands, budgeting, organizing, resting, or simply trying to remember who i am beneath all the responsibilities. it’s strange how saturdays turned from “adventure day” into “errands and admin day.” but that’s life now, and i’m slowly learning to accept it.

in my younger years, i loved the company i was with, and i loved sharing moments with people who felt like home. but now, i find myself choosing peace more often. quiet mornings, slow days, a clean room, or simply no plans at all. i used to fear being alone; now, i crave it when life feels too loud.

seeing these boracay photos reminded me of a version of myself i don’t see often anymore. the girl who was always out, always saying yes, always surrounded by people who made life feel full. i miss her sometimes. i miss the spontaneity, the laughter, the shared meals, the sunburnt days, and the sense of belonging.

but i also appreciate who i am now. quieter. gentler. more intentional. less about noise, more about peace.

both versions of me are real. both versions served a purpose. both versions deserve love.

so here’s a little photo dump and a video diary. a small tribute to that season of my life, to my sk journey, to the friendships that shaped me, and to the girl i used to be. i may not have weekend stories nowadays, but i have clarity and grounding, and maybe that’s the kind of story i’m meant to live right now.

and who knows… maybe someday, a new kind of “weekend diaries” will unfold. different, calmer, softer, but still mine.