My name is Rachel Cauilan and I just want to make a testament of my life growing up, from all the people, places, things, and feelings I’ve known, and to give a little piece of myself, and my love, to you. I hope you enjoy.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Coming Alive

From watching 4 USF, 3 San Jose State, and 2 UC Berkeley Pilipino Cultural Nights (PCNs) over the course of 5 years, I just want to say, Thank you Kababayan, for allowing me to opportunity to finally be involved in something I've watched my older brothers, friends, and mentors perform in for so long. I've been in many large-scale stage productions over the years for Filipino cultural dance, but this experience has really opened my eyes to what exactly the Pilipino-American Cultural Night experience is.

Being involved in a Filipino cultural dance troupe for the past 7 years has allowed me to grow--I admit--very critical of cultural dances I see being showcased to audiences. I've grown so skilled in eying formations, the lines of dancers, techniques, agility, skill, and overall appeal of performers and performances as a whole, that it makes me cringe whenever I see cultural dances, myths, and stories not exactly being implemented in the right way. Movements, steps and footwork being butchered; arms, lines, and stances not exactly right; it's hard not to want to expect more, even though you know in your mind that these aren't skilled dancers or entirely culturally-aware students. Most of the people in this have come to learn more about their culture; they have come to reconnect and make new friends; they have come because of their love for theater, dance, stage, music, art; and those who have dreams and ambitions to create and make something of themselves, come. It is all about the journey on PACN. As we are all students, searching for some sort of answer, PACN is almost always the staple of that search.

Culture, to me, has been something very principal to my life. When thinking of culture, it is easy to think of the traditional sense of it--the historic past of our ancestors, with all the struggles and native traditions and rituals--but, it has recently come to my attention that culture isn't exactly in the past. Culture can, as well, be what we are today. We are living and creating culture right now, because culture is a way of living life and the attitude one preserves in it, collectively. As Pilipino-American students, it is important to note that we have created our own culture in this very life we are living right now, and PACN is the testament to that culture. (And now I think in my head, "It all just makes sense now!") Pilipino-American Cultural Night: The night to showcase our culture; Of what we are, who we are, and what exactly we all are, and have been. It's not just about the cultural dances, but everything We are collectively.

Before, it was so easy to watch these things so subjectively, but by actually being in one and going through the process of it has allowed me to see the production objectively, from the wider viewpoint of what it is as a whole--the true meaning that lies in the real culture night.

Filipino folk dancing has become something very important to me over the past 7 years (ever since I was 12) because it was something I built with my family, and brought together my family. Kariktan--you have always been my second-family, and I'm entirely grateful for what you have given me over the years. You've taught me so much about growing up, the importance of family, all through an activity that really roots us all together. You've helped me find something in myself I never knew existed. And you really played a vital role in bringing together my family. Dancing and performing with you was the one activity that brought me and my family closer together, allowing us the room to bond, learn, and work together for one same and similar goal in mind. No words can really explain the wonder of it. (Note: Mind you, I don't know why I'm getting all sappy right now. I apologize!) I've seen so much of the world, of our Filipino community all around the Bay Area, and have been to so many different places, venues, weddings, festivals, gardens, homes, lakes, forests, parties because of you... Little did I know that this little process of traveling to and from places was a part of that journey of learning about the culture I am living and breathing today. There was a truth to be learnt just in the process of traveling.

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Before I start to ramble even more, I'd like to bring this post back to PACN. Right now, I am experiencing a similar sort of feeling I experienced when I first went through Kairos, November of my senior year. I fondly remember myself thinking, "Wow, what is all the hype about this retreat? Why does everyone come back loving each other?" It was very out of my nature to decide to go on this retreat, since I was so stubborn, insecure, and 'sure of myself' then; but, although the actual experience of the retreat didn't allow me to grow those said stereotypes of 'loving everyone' and coming back with so many new friends, the real wonder came through what was learnt from that first retreat experience. I learned to love everyone, because I learned that we all have struggles of our own, no matter how little or insignificant; I learned that everyone truly is the same, and the differences we establish among ourselves are so petty; I learned that looking at the world so pessimistically isn't healthy, and there is a real beauty that comes from truly appreciating what is around you and making the most of what you have--not thinking what you have not (this allowed me to truly embrace and appreciate a true friendship in my life). This experience somehow correlated to PACN. Although I didn't make the most or best of friends with those I would have liked to, or have met as many new people as I would have liked to in my first PACN, the real beauty was in what was learnt from this experience. And, just as my second Kairos retreat, April of my senior year has allowed me to do, (I thankfully and luckily had the opportunity to go on it again), it gave me the opportunity to implement everything I learned on my first Kairos through truly living what I learned--through loving others openly and honestly, to being more comfortable with myself and what I have to offer, and really being a shining example of that love--just through the act of being involved and being one of the head leaders of the entire retreat experience. Now, PACN. Granted another year comes, will being a part of the PACN team allow me that same opportunity--not exactly experience, but rather--the wonder of putting in so much effort in something to help foster others' knowledge about themselves and of others, through something that comes so natural to me? Love and Faith, so natural, coming through in Kairos. Culture and Dance, so learnt, coming to use in PACN. It's crazy how similar, when I think of it, Kairos--something I look back at so fondly--and PACN can actually be. Kairos was the journey of loving myself, others, and growing in myself and faith with others. PACN is the journey of loving myself, others, and growing in myself and culture with others. And, as I have come to realize, the most worthwhile of experiences for me are those where I am able to put my best self forward to lead and help others through a journey. A process. An exploration. A self-discovery. It is when I feel my life serves a purpose. That is what makes me feel alive.

Friday, April 6, 2012




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15 Day Video Challenge

Each day do a recording of yourself based on the topic. Be creative or be straight forward. It’s completely up to you! The goal is to have fun with it, and a way to build more confidence. This challenge helps discover yourself a bit more and also helps others know you a bit better! Good Luck and have fun!

Day 1: Introduce Yourself

Day 2: Your dreams, aspirations, career goals, etc.

Day 3: Your personality in person and online

Day 4: Most difficult experience or experiences

Day 5: Your cellphone

Day 6: Where you went out today, and places you love and places you want to visit

Day 7: People who you want to get to know more personally

Day 8: Sing a Song

Day 9: Favorite Movie

Day 10: Views on Love and relationships

Day 11: Someone you miss

Day 12: Someone you admire

Day 13: Something you want to do now

Day 14: Your future

Day 15: Final Words

Day 1: Introduce Yourself (Scratch that. Let's make it 15 days.)

It's on. Click here for an archive of my videos for the next 15 days!
Or... You can always visit my alter-ego of a YouTube account /rachelcansee.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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I'm so scared.

I can't even contain myself anymore. I can't handle myself like this. This hasn't happened before... Not like this.

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I've reached a breaking point. I don't know if it's just the lack of sleep I've been getting that has been making all of these thoughts and emotions amplified in my mind, but if it's the sole reason for my head to feel like it's forever throbbing, my eyes to puff up reminiscent of a year ago, and my choked up throat and pit in my chest to serve as a cry for an answer... Then please God bless a good night's sleep.

I've shed myself in front of people before. I often take pride in it. And with it came answers. Love. Harmony. Peace of mind. Unity.

But this battle I've been fighting with... It doesn't feel like it'd have an answer. It doesn't feel as if anything would be resolved if I were to shed myself in front of these new people. I'd be able to "weed through the rubble" as Meg would say, but I'd be back to square one again, in the end.

With time and age, I've realized that I've been battling this battle for so many years now. Except now, it's become largely apparent in my mind. In my heart. And in my damn eyes. Like a damn slap in the face. And I have to do something about it.

I cannot even begin to imagine my life in which I am not doing what I want to be doing. I've been walking on this campus for a long time now, and I always get a choked up feeling. My lips are pressed tightly as my heart paces to keep a straight face. I catch moments where my gaping eyes begin to water and I hurriedly search for something to busy myself with. To keep my mind off it. Monsters have constantly been jabbing themselves into my head, and it almost feels impossible to overcome. What am I even doing here? Am I wasting my time? I should be somewhere else right now. I'm not getting any younger. The world isn't waiting for me. Everything's happening right now... The world feels like it's "tied in a noose around [my] neck".

As the year has been progressing, I've been questioning what the heck my major is, set in stone. Just to be sure. (But for God's sake, everyone knows Pisces are incurably indecisive... I'm no different.) I think, What is it I want to accomplish here? What path am I going to take here? It seems like I'm constantly running out of time and I have to decide on a path already--to be sure I'm headed on the right track and not wasting any of my mom's preciously earned money. But, when I do realize what I want to do, I don't even think a shiny damn gold degree will do anything. What will it do for me? Doesn't it matter who I am and what I've done.... rather than having some certified degree? I understand why it's important to have a degree--to make it easier for people to know what you do. To have a list of accomplishments. But the thing is: A degree would be nothing to me. It wouldn't get me anywhere--at least, for what I want to be doing. It's been getting harder and harder to push through these classes... These damn pointless classes, That really do nothing for me except reinforce the fact that I really really really really want to get out already, and really pursue what it is I want. It's been getting so difficult to handle... I can't even compose myself. I can't bring myself to eat. My sleeping schedule is all out of whack. My language is choking up. My interactions... I attempt to smile at people and make eye contact... Make conversation... like I used to do... but I can't even bring myself to do it anymore. That's what makes it so scary. I can feel myself losing myself in this... and it just amplifies everything in my head for me, of what I need to be doing... To retain my sanity. I need progression.

I broke down for the first time once I got back to my dorm. It was so scary that I couldn't even recognize myself. I couldn't bring myself to realize why this was happening. For the first time in my life, I had nowhere to run. I had nowhere to be purely alone, safe from anyone hearing me, questioning me, or seeing me this way. I kept moving frantically up and down from my room to the bathroom and back in order to keep myself composed, cleaning myself up, never lingering too long in fear someone may come and barge into my mad search for composure. And what makes it even harder is I can't even bring myself to do my work. Things are going to creep up on me again and I won't be able to handle it. I won't. Not with all of these monsters inside of my head... I can already feel myself on the edge of being overwhelmed.

So. I can't even begin to imagine a life without doing what I want to be doing. I can't even begin to imagine myself not playing music, not having the freedom to dance again, not writing with a purpose... Today has made me realize just how much this all means to me. I'm scared to say that I've become desperate. That I forfeit it all. I can't handle myself, or handle accepting a life where I won't have the freedom to do all of this to my heart's content. To the point of even hating it. I don't even care if people don't recognize my name, or know who I am... I just want to be able to pursue my art. To nurture it. To LIVE in art. To always breathe it in, always be surrounded by it... To do bigger things. Which is why I constantly think I'm pursuing the wrong path in school. That maybe school isn't for me right now. That I'm in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Maybe I should be studying music, so I can be surrounded by industry professionals, and hopefully find some place in it... The only hard thing is that I'm so impaired in it. Music is its own language, and if I were to study it... It still wouldn't lead me in the right direction. Also, I don't have any experience around my belt that would make it easy for people to accept any auditions, or anything from me.... I'm just me. I've got a hell of a ton of work to do with myself... And things to learn and prepare to really be ready to get out there. All I've got is my undying drive for this. And I'd hate myself if I never had the chance to do this all.

I'm getting signs from everywhere. In a moment's plea, I looked up from my bed at my wall. Of the things I've done in the past, and the things that people have said to me, and expect from me... They are all small beginnings and early etchings of a path sunken to this art. Nothing is telling me I can't, or that I'm not good enough, or that it's entirely unlikely... I've just come to the acceptance that I have a lot of work and preparation to do. A lot of learning. And growing. But, like Chris McCandless once said from my favorite book: "The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances."  I am my own worst enemy. And what's to come of it if I never try?

So: I broke down in my dorm room today. And I realized... This isn't for me. No matter how hard I have tried to make myself a part of this community, a part of this school, a part of this SYSTEM.... I can feel myself growing distant from everything I came here for in the first place. I wanted opportunities. I wanted exposure. I wanted to further master and pursue my art. I wanted to create something with people. Yet, this system is holding me down. It's holding me back.

And I'm damn scared to turn it down.

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"I understood what he was doing, that he had spent four years fulfilling the absurd and tedious duty of graduating from college and now he was emancipated from that world of abstraction, false security, parents, and material excess." ― Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

Right now, I'm praying for guidance. For courage. For myself to muster up enough courage at this point to continue on, and for me to be me again. Even I get frustrated seeing myself like this, and I know my being like this is making me grow distant from others... Those reminders on my wall, "Your smile is amazing... You are the sweetest person ever... You are an amazing person with so much talent... There's just something about you.." I just want to smile again. That's all I want now. Because we all know this isn't the right state of mind to get things done, to accomplish, and succeed. For you spiritual seekers, in my Black Book, it reflects that when Jesus first came to Jerusalem, "He could sense something. His enemies could close in on him here. This could be the end of everything." Ironically enough, it says, "I've been (or am currently) in a situation that could go either way. A great opportunity? The end of something? Something in between? Jesus has been here and faced all of these possibilities with courage and determination. I should talk to him about the possibilities in my life." Is it that I'm homesick (but is it just homesickness if these recurring thoughts come back to me right after I return from home, every time)? Is this me finally acknowledging my putting up with this system? Or is it just the beginning of a greater awareness to guide me in the direction I need/want to go? To the light...

Monday, April 2, 2012

Late Night Reveries

As I sink back into the comfort of my floral pink bedsheets and fuzzy red throw that remind me of the fact home isn't too far away here in my dorm, I find myself reaching back for my computer as I type this.

You ever get the slightest nudges in your head that tell you you need to write something, right now? I never pass up an opportunity to write or play music when inspiration comes knocking at my door. I get the feeling that, as Elizabeth Gilbert might say, my 'genius' is knocking on my door and I have to let it in to do its wonders.
 
Perhaps it's just the feeling that I feel I have something to say.



This Lenten season has proven to be a time for a lot of reflection in my life. Lent can be seen as a time of "dying to one way of life and rising to another"... With a new environment, new school, new surroundings, and being quite alone from everything I ever used to know, I would have to learn to adapt to survive. Now, I've found that its been apparent in my nature to be very adaptable to both situations and people. Ever heard of the Pisces being some sort of chameleon?

Having my fair share of a full college experience and times set aside returning home have allowed me to keep a healthy balance of what it is that I value the most in my life while adapting to new situations. It's about keeping yourself in check when you can't find the time to do it yourself at times. Albeit, I haven't changed much, but I have grown a lot and come to know myself a little better. I thought I'd share with you a couple of things I've learned as of late:
  1. I am perfectly happy being alone. I've found that I tend to treasure the moments I find myself cooped up in my dorm, free to roam the wild imaginations in my head and musical yearnings in my heart. I find myself most at ease and a good grasp of who I am to keep a straight head. My happiness doesn't really depend on other people, but on how I feel about myself.
  2. I'm really conflicted with school. I don't know what I'm doing here, and you can bet I am in no place enthused to be here; but, I try to make the most of what this time can offer me now, and there was never any shame in that, right?
  3. I'm probably second-guessing school for one or both of two reasons: 1) I find that Irvine doesn't offer me as many opportunities as I can be exposed to; there is a better school to go to for songwriting and film studies (that are not out of my grasp); this is the most apt time to pursue things, and I feel as if I'm wasting my time; and/or 2) every time I come home, I realize just how much of a home and life I have there; I'm entirely happy and sane being with my family and brothers; I've got a Filipino folk dance company I always miss and plan on coming back to every chance I get; my best friend is back home; I love the people and seeing old faces.
  4. BUT, I've also realized how much a blessing Irvine has been for me for several reasons: 1) I surpassed the fear of leaving home and have found a sort of independence and true traveling spirit in me (as well as loving being on the road and sleeping in different cities night-to-night/San Jose); 2) it has made California seem smaller to me, and thus, made the world smaller; 3) I've become more aware of the reality of what it is I wish to do with my life, and just how much it all means to me; 4) I've become more Asian in a sense, in that I know just a little more about Asian culture, perks, and cuisine!; 5) I've been exposed to different people, and have seen how surprising people can be; 6) I've been blessed with a new friend.
  5. I've realized that if I want to grow and get the most stuff done, I will probably have to stay in SoCal.
  6. I've also realized that, to know and re-live what it is that is true to my inner core, beliefs, and values, I will probably have to be in NorCal for long periods of time.
  7. What keeps me going in life is having a constant Mentor.
  8. I really do love my brothers. Really really love.
  9. J.E.M. was and is still such an inspiration to me.
  10. I still miss the one who said, "I hope my daughter grows up to be like you."
  11. I've realized that I'm the type of person who would throw away having the 'college experience' if it meant really working towards what I want to do, and be.
  12. College has made me a little restless in pursuing things, but by being restless, it has also reminded me to slow down at times and try to make the most of what I've got. Is it a 'one-or-the-other' situation?
  13. I still love staying up late writing nonsense.
At 3 a.m., I am withdrawing and welcoming in the new Spring Quarter with these hanging thoughts. Good night, and remember, This is the last week before Easter. Make it count, and get ready for the coming season, To start anew, and leave the old dirt behind.

Can you believe it's almost a year since April Kairos? Leading... It was the perfect way to have welcomed this season, and to have really Bloomed.