Thursday, December 31, 2015

2015

Hey, hey, hey! It came to a point where this would be my last blog post for this year! This blog will at least sum up all the happenings, experiences of mine for this year. Each year represents and gives different lessons to me, and this year, 2015, has been one of the hardest but challenging years I encountered. One thing that keeps me bothered is that I keep getting old... though I still consider myself a kid. (HAHA!) Now, let me categorize this blog into different categories. Here we go. Leggo.



New Year Happidness

          You got it right, happidness. I was happy I was able to celebrate my Christmas and New Year in Zamboanga together with my family. I was able to hang out with my best friend as well. However, since 2014 until the first few months of 2015, I find everything very difficult because I was still adjusting and adapting myself (even now) in an environment which I consider EXTREME--one of the cause of the fluctuation of my progress, I guess? Anyway, let us talk about the new year first and talk about the extreme environment later. While I was having fun during holiday, I was, at the same time, sad because I will be parting again after the holiday with my best friend who means a lot to me. She is one of the persons (I met) who I trust the most. At the same time, I was very sad because my father was not around, I did not spend my holiday with him...again. The latter is the very reason why I was sad.


My best friend. :)
Taken on 23rd of December 2014
(#Throwback)


First year, second term

          Oh, when I come to think of this moment, this was the time which I found myself in trouble. Really in trouble. I was in the state of so-called, "instability." I did not know what to do with myself. The extreme environment which I mentioned earlier has been really hard for myself to adapt to it. Maybe because there is a problem (laziness, procrastination, or lack of perseverance) with me in the first place, or a problem with the environment. Maybe both. The pressures are all over me and I feel like I cannot just stand anymore. I even felt like aside from the environment, the one that was holding me back the most was myself. This was the moment I realized that this is college and there is nothing I can do about my troubled self. Sigh. However, one of the things that lifted me up and inspired me was when I got to meet Sir Vijae Orquia Alquisola, our Philippine Literature professor. He inspired me to write poems. He is an amazing and intelligent person. In class discussions, he discusses well and makes us always interested. He is definitely an aficionado of literature. And yes, because of this inspiration, it helped me overcome some of my difficulties especially now. I am glad about it. Someday, just like him, I will take up Creative Writing for my master's degree. I hope this dream of mine will be granted.


Sir Vijae Alquisola.
Taken on 21st of May, 2015

after the Philippine Literature
Finals exam.


Love

          Love, in general, has never let me down. It always lets me acquire wisdom, consistent wisdom each year. For love should be given and be received what is due; too much of love would just be wasted, too less of love would not make one live. One thing to remember is that there is no perfect love; perfect, in a sense that one considers a love that does not have sorrow, pain and dismay. At the same time, there is a perfect love; perfect, in a way that despite the difficulties, one, couple, or families help each other to overcome those and continue to be filled with love. Love that overcomes. Love that lasts. For love is existent when there are hurdles that hinder us. Those imperfectness makes a love perfect. On the other hand, sometimes, love is also letting go because one will never learn the value of things, other person or of oneself when one always cling to something and/or someone, hence when one is hurt gravely but still holding on. The latter, letting go, is the one that I have learned this year.


Summer


          Oh how could one not love summer. In this summer, although I spent mostly of my time in my home surfing the internet, I was still able to spend my time wisely. I read books, wrote poems, went on top of the mountain together with my uncle Masato, and made some random musics. Speaking of poem, I have a blog where my poems are posted. Just click here. I was very happy in this time because finally I was together with my family after 10 months! One sad thing about this summer is I was not able to attend a dance workshop due to some problems, but next year I am planning to have a training in badminton. Badminton is my most favorite sport AND(!) I love smashing because I picture the shuttlecock as the head of my enemy (just kidding) hahaha.

Family ❤💕✨
(Sorry, it is blurry.)
Taken on 24th of May, 2015

With uncle Masato, whom I went together with on top
of the mountain.
Taken on 4th of June, 2015

With my dad (left) and uncle Katsushi (right),
the brother of papa.
(My hair is messy because it was windy during this time.)
Taken on 22nd of July, 2015

These are the books, notes, photocopied papers of poems,
as well as memoirs, and witty pick-up line book.


Below are some of the photos are taken during the time when uncle Masato and I went to the mountain. I just love taking pictures of nature. Nature awakens my senses. Nature stimulates me.



Magnificent view of nature. :)


One thing I love about Spring is the Dandelion.
In Japanese, we call it "Tampopo."
タンポポ

The final form of the Dandelion.



Uncle Masato stopped the car just for me
to take this shot. Awhh. :')


Shot in motion. Lol. :)


Beautiful cloudy view outside our house.

A bouquet of flowers in our house.

Choir

          I was a member of choir during high school, though the choir is not an official one. We sometimes sing during big Eucharistic celebrations, but mostly we sing every first Friday in our school. When I was already in college (first year), I wanted to join a choir but I did not know how to nor I did not know which choir should I join. Now that I have joined one, which is the Temple of the Holy Spirit (THS) choir, one of my agenda for college has been completed. It makes me happy when I sing. I am glad I met them. One of the funniest moments in  THS during mass is that my voice broke out of nowhere while we were singing, but good thing only we were the ones who heard it, not the public. Whew! 😂


After Simbang Gabi at 4am.
Taken on 18th of December, 2015
Photo by Ma'am Anna


Second year, first term + Heneral Luna = Inspiration

          Oh, this is probably the hardest, but the most fun term I have had so far! Despite the difficulties, I was able to do my best this term. Although I consider myself a late bloomer when it comes to progress, but it did not hinder me to lose perseverance, and look, I just made a giant stride to overcome my weaknesses. I believed that doing my best was never late, and I still believe in that up to now. I just hope it will last. During this time also, I have got to meet Sir Luis Camara Dery, Ph.D., our history major professor. He taught us Rizal course and I learned a lot from him. The knowledge he imparted to us was not familiar, not even taught to us in high school. When he teaches, he does not just state facts about history, but he delivers the lessons very well that could capture our interests; my interest--the start of my love towards history. Actually, aside from the knowledge I learned academically, I also learned the value of education and knowledge--it made me clear...clearer that when one values education, he goes beyond his limit. Here's how: He goes to school at about 5:50 am and goes inside our classroom at 6:00 am for our 7 am class. That moment I saw in him how he values education and considers it a very precious one. How did I know what time he goes to school? I sometimes go to school early in the morning and have a conversation with him beside the wide field of our university. Once, I went to school at 5:47 am and I saw him at school at 5:57 am. He is THAT early.

          At the time when Heneral Luna was released (September), I never really paid attention to it. I found the poster even mainstream. I just got the urge to watch Heneral Luna when a lot of my friends were encouraging me and were commenting that the film is really good. After I watched the film, I was aghast. I realized it was way beyond my expectation--the only Filipino film I watched that moved me incredibly and strongly. From that moment on, I started to get interested and love history MORE!

          To cut it short, Sir Dery and Heneral Luna movie inspired me, and because of that inspiration, I started to do better and better each day in my studies (considering the fact that I am, in the first place, already inspired by sir Vijae Alquisola). I just love how I was so filled with delight to pursue excellence. Although I was not able to be part of the Dean's List this term (1.8 huhu), I still believe that someday I could and I will reach the top, for my teacher and idol has said, I am beyond numbers (grades). So I should not only worry about the numbers. What matters is how much knowledge I gain and earn through consistent and constant hard work.


     
With the living legend,
Dr. Luis Camara Dery, Ph.D.
Taken on 4th of December, 2015
With the living legend,
Dr. Luis Camara Dery, Ph.D.
Taken on 4th of December, 2015


I bought Heneral Luna DVD at
Astroplus, SM San Lazaro
Taken on 19th of December, 2015 


Self

          The last part of my blog. I just thank God for the inner strength that I did not realize earlier that I have within me to overcome the difficulties. I thank every opportunities I have had taken during the 2015 journey. Without those, I would not be in the place where I am now, nor would I be typing this blog with good grammar, punctuation, et cetera (lol). I express my deep gratitude for my family for their never-ending love and support despite our love-hate relationship (which actually makes us even stronger that at times I cry a lot because of melancholy--missing them a lot); to my friends, real friends who stayed and being true to me and being supportive as well, which makes me a happy daily; the teachers and professors who are continuing to inspire me; things that always inspire me (Heneral Luna, badminton, poetry, music, Jason Mraz, and such). Just...thank you. Without you, I will be incomplete. My 2015 would have been incomplete. Now, I wish you a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year. I am so positive that the year 2016 that is waiting ahead of us is going to be a very fruitful year. Also, whoever read this blog from the start until the end completely (COMPLETELY), I thank you for taking your time. That means a lot to me. May we be blessed always especially this coming year, 2016, that we all await. Cheers to us all.



Friday, December 25, 2015

Christmas Vibes

       Christmas, oh Christmas.. HEY, IT IS CHRISTMAS! ✨🎄⛄🎅



          Oh how I love even to hear the word "Christmas." It is one of my most favorite season of the year next to Spring. In Christmas season, I feel the kind of happiness that could only be felt when I am in distress and slowly getting over it. It is because during this Christmas season and at the same time Winter season, I believe that out of the cold environment that I feel throughout the entire year, there is still room for that warm and loving feeling. I do not feel sad even if there is a cold place within me (and in fact, I should not only use coldness as a metaphor for sadness because sometimes coldness is happiness) because I would not feel happiness without knowing or feeling the sadness. Sadness is an important component for happiness. Frankly, I am sad this Christmas for I am not with my mother and father--they are in Japan. I could not wrap my arms around them and tell the sweetest thing a very lovely son could ever tell: Thank you and I love you. But it made me think that maybe it has a reason. Maybe this is a stepping stone to withhold pain in the future. I just do not know why would I need to, but all I know is peace and wellness awaits amidst pain. Nevertheless, surprisingly, my aunt, cousins and nieces from Zamboanga arrived here in Manila and I was glad about it; I have thought that maybe they are at least the ones that will compensate even a little sadness I feel this Christmas vacation--someone to talk to and interact with, maybe. According to Jason Mraz, "We all need the darkness to see the light in our own eyes." Also, according to W.H. Auden, who was quoted by Sir Vijae Alquisola, my teacher, "There must be sorrow if there can be love."

          This year, I have felt sadness almost the entire year, but what makes it special is that I was able to find and discover the happiness in the sea of hands pulling me down--the other few hands that helped me lift myself up and completed my year. I thank those people who stood by me and stayed by my side. Not only that, I actually thank all the pressures that I have never felt before, not even last year. Without it, I would not be able to find any inspiration nor motivation especially I would not be able to appreciate knowledge and education if it was not because of it. Truly I am delighted for I have seen a huge improvement in myself. Reminiscing the past (even remembering my last blog I published earlier) this 25th day of December, I realized that there is still hope. I still can be the best as what, who and how I wanted to be in the first place. I can still achieve my dreams because since Christmas is celebrated for Christ's birth, we also celebrate beginning, new hope, the awakening of ourselves, myself. How do we achieve this? Perseverance. Faith. Standing by our integrity. For love in us exists and have existed in the first place but we are only clouded by negativeness. I thank Chrishia, my dearest friend, for this wake up call. You are the man (bata.. joke. Yieee!). I hope to have this motivational mindset consistently and constantly. Merry Christmas to all. We shall give love. Let this blog share love with you.
✨🎄⛄🎅

Grades for Christmas

          It has a saying that I believe, "if it is meant to be, it will be." However there are times that the saying, "if it is not meant to be, it will not be" applies in life as well. The latter happened to me. One of my Christmas wishes is to have good grades and be part of the Dean's list. However, one course pulled me down, so I was not able to be part of the dean's list..again. This happened for the third time consistently and consecutively. When one has a grade of 1.75, he is considered a so-called "dean's lister" up to 1.0. My general weighted average is again, unfortunately, at 1.8. I made a promise to myself that I should get a higher grades this time because of certain important reasons. Even if my parents and relatives say that it is already good, but to me, it is not. It is because what I want is to go beyond their expectations and to make them proud, especially my parents. All I could do now is sigh. I could hardly get over about it. I have been telling myself to "do better next time" but what happens is nothing. I feel like nothing. I feel even useless sometimes. How could the other students achieve a higher grades with ease? If not, then how still? I am now losing my urge better. Nawawalan na ako ng gana. But something tells me that I am near success. A little more effort would make me reach the dream I wanted since. I do not know. Now two choices are being given to me right now. To continue or not--these choices, maybe, will give me the answer if the second term is already right in front of me. I really pray that I will be doing my best from this moment on. Let us see.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Forgetting

          I have always felt insulted when someone says "akala ko nakalimutan mo na ako" and/or "naaalala mo rin pala ako" because it is impossible for a certain person to forget someone he once knew especially when they have been so close since childhood. The first time that stimulated my curiosity about forgetting people is that when I got the chance to talk indirectly with my first friend and childhood friend whom I have not seen nor talk to for approximately nine years, aunty Susan, her mom and best friend of mama, asked her if she still remember me, and all she said was no. "Okay," I said to myself. How could she possibly forget about me when I did not even forget about her and even the small things we did together. I remember when I was at five or six, I was comforting her and talking to her until we went home to cheer her up, when she was scolded by aunty Susan. I remember when we were in the zoo, we rode a powered riding animal together; we do even have a picture together in our house. Nah but since she already forgot about me, I cannot do anything about it. I then realized, sometimes, there are things that are, maybe, meant to be forgotten. Hmm. If I was asked if I would ever forget a person, the answer is no...or maybe the name, but never the face. 





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