EXISTENTIALIST.FREE-SPIRITED.SPONTANEOUS.

EXISTENTIALIST.FREE-SPIRITED.SPONTANEOUS.

4.30.2012

To where my heart leads me..

If I were to choose things I'd like to do for the rest of my life, there will be two things on my list: dance and travel.

Dance to express, not to impress


Source: jacobspillow.org



Citing Madonna's song entitled Vogue, "When all else fails and you long to be something better than you are today, I know a place where you can get away. It's called a dance floor."

Whenever I hit the dance floor, I feel like I am detached to a world full of stress and problems.  It seems like my problems and worries are being washed away every time I make a move. Every dance step is equivalent to a piece of joy. Every groove corresponds to an unmatched worth of myself. Everything feels so light, carefree and blissful.

As Chris Brown would sing it, "dance forev-ev-ever..forever on the dance floor." --Ditto.

In a world full of strangers


Source: www.etsy.com


There are billions of people in this world - different cultures, different beliefs, different personalities. And I would love to meet people from all sorts by travelling and exploring the world. Include the adventures too. :)










4.27.2012

4.24.2012

I read this when I feel down

My favorite excerpts from the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.


"You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life. "


"Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle."


"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. "





 

Teaser #1

REV-UP 2012. Soon. Brought to you by UP Sandiwa.




4.23.2012

The "Cry Baby" in me

My friends and some close family members made an effort to get video messages from my relatives who are in the US. When I watched the videos, I cried. I am very sorry for being such a cry baby. I easily cry when it comes to my loved ones. 

First video: from Julia Gimena

This little girl never fails to make me happy. Whenever I talk to her, my tiredness vanishes. She is one of the sweetest kids! 



Second video: from Mikkel Gimena

I can't get any prouder of this boy because he had so many achievements at such a young age. Though he is already 12 years old, he will always be my little brother.


Third Video: from Carmel Razon

Carmel is the most "mataray" little girl I've ever known but she's very very sweet and talented.


Fourth Video: from Tito Joe, Tita Helen and the twins (Andre and Andrew)

This family will always be special to me because they've treated me as if I was really a part of their family. 


I will never get tired to tell the world how much I LOVE MY FAMILY!!!! They are both my strength and my weakness. Huhuhu I really miss them so much. How I wish it would be that easy to go to US and be with them.

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Aside from my family, there will always be someone special who will put a bit of "kilig" in your life. hihihi. :))

Former LOML.. HAHAHAHA!!!


I never imagined him saying these words. I've known him since grade school and he really surprised me with this video. Syempre, naiyak na naman ako. :(

Thank you for the effort! I felt your sincerity. I know we are very good friends right now but no matter what happens, you know that you will always be special to me. If ever you see this post, keep your feet on the ground. I KNOW YOU! HAHAHA!!! :))) Again, thank you. 

P.S. Sinadya mo ba talaga na "You and Me" yung background music? please lang. -___-




4.22.2012

It's the beginning of an end

To earn a college degree is one of the most fulfilling achievements of a student. The Latin award is just a bonus and I am lucky to have both. 

My Graduation Day was a day filled with both happiness and sadness. Happiness because finally, I successfully stared down the rigors of college life; sadness because I parted ways with people I love and bid goodbye to my beloved university.

Yesterday was the day I've been waiting for - march down the aisle, go up the stage, and receive my fruit of labor. But aside from these, here's what I'd like to share - snapshots of people from my mother college (College of Art and Letters) and things that happened during CAL's Recognition Rites.

Before the program, here's what we were doing:

My family and I were at the UP Film Institute around 7am. The program started around 8:30am. So to kill our boredom, my fellow graduates and I just thought of "camwhoring". 

Here's a photo with my fellow graduates. There are 12 graduates from our department (Department of Art Studies or DAS). 


From L-R:  (front row) John William Morales, Judrith Bigornia, Babsy Arespacochaga, Gelyn Marquez, Aliana Gimena, Mai Dones, Viel Samonte, China Tapia, Mapee Singson. (back row) Jax Ali, Marga Jacinto, Hemer Dimacale. Photo by: Bullit Marquez

My apologies dear readers, "camwhoring" starts now..LOL!!!!...

Photo courtesy of Viel Samonte

Photo by: Jowi Morales

Photo by: Bullit Marquez

Photo by: Jowi Morales

During the program..

processional
while waiting for the emcee to say "you may now be seated"
* I didn't have photos when I went up on stage*

Since our department was the first one to be called up on stage, boredom struck us again. Back to our old ways. HAHAHA

finally! we reaped what we sowed! 
crazyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

bubble baths were suddenly showered on us when an MA graduate (Sir Dexter Santos) went up the stage 

After the program..

Group picture with my fellow graduates and our professors




Photo with my family before heading back to Tarlac. From L-R: Tita Myra, Me, Tita Iya, Mommy and Daddy (Actually, they're my tita and tito but to cut the story short, they are my proxy parents) and their son, Renz.


Photos with my former professors and CAL staff..

with Ma'am Trixie Lopez (leftmost) and Ma'am Dela Paz, DAS Chairperson (middlemost)

with ate JT and kuya Pabs from the CAL Records Section

with CAL's Dean: Dean Elena Mirano

with Sir Jeff Giron (5th from left) and Sir Yayo Yambao (4th from right)
with Ma'am Sofie Guillermo (3rd from left) and Sir Robert Paulino 

Meet some of my professors who made a big impact in my college life:

Professor Siao Campoamor- he was my professor in P.I. 100. I love his teaching strategy. Simple yet substantial. Also, it was as if we were just having casual conversations inside the class. No pressures.



Dean Elena Mirano- she was my thesis adviser. She's a grammar Nazi but the way she handled me while writing my thesis helped me a lot to come up with a good output.


Professor Flaudette May Datuin- she's the best and my most favorite professor ever! She's very strict yet reasonable in her requirements. Honestly, I went through a lot to satisfy all her requirements. She's very rigorous when it comes to writing and speaking in front of the class. Many art studies majors are avoiding her but I told myself that I am not going to be a legitimate artstud major if she didn't become my professor.

Now I am very proud to say "I SURVIVED DATUIN! NOT ONCE BUT THRICE!" I survived her three major classes: AS 192 (Art Criticism), AS 193 (Gender Theories in Art) and AS194 (Perspectives in Art History).

I really have too many good words to say about Ma'am Datuin but all I can say right now is that her mentoring helped me hone my writing and analytical skills. Finishing her class is one of my proudest achievements.



What a great relief! 

I AM OFFICIALLY A GRADUATE OF THE UNIVERSITY OF THE PHILIPPINES! CHEERS!!! :)))

But graduating from college does not end here, it's just only a beginning of something.


Photo credits:
Hemer Dimacale
Bullit Marquez
Jowi Morales
Viel Samonte

4.21.2012

Priceless words

In a few hours, I am going to be an official UP alumna!!!! Obviously I am very excited for my graduation because I am writing this blog post during this wee hour (Time check: 2:22am).

I woke up around 2:00am and opened my facebook account. Then I saw messages from two people. Seriously, they made me cry this early morning.

I just wanna share what they said because they inspired me to be better and stronger.

1. From Tita Ria
She's my closest tita. I also consider her as my bestfriend because she knows everything about me. Since my dad and other guardians left for the US, she became one of my guardians and go-to persons whenever I have problems. She was the one attending my high school events et al.



2. From Migs
Migs is an applicant during my term as the Membership Committee Head of UP Sandiwa (the official organization of UP Diliman students from Tarlac). I admit, he was one of the applicants who challenged my patience but I never gave up on him because I know he has the potentials. I can see his passion same as mine when I applied to the org.



His message brought me to tears. I never thought I was able to inspire him. I feel flattered.

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These are some of the moments that I am very thankful for. When people know how to appreciate, my heart melts.

4.17.2012

When the stars go blue

Only few can see my worth
Only few can appreciate
Only few can tell,
"Yes, you deserve it."

Most of the time I feel like I don't belong
Even so, some would make me feel valued
In return, I learned to love them
One of the reasons why I'm holding on

But as days pass by, things are getting vaguer
Questions start to muddle in my mind
Is this what I really wanted?
Either yes or no.

I'm stuck at crossroads
Will I take the path of doubt and disinclination?
Or will I find ways to sustain my enthusiasm?
What now?

I prayed for this; I hoped for this
But the ironies of life come in between
This is one of the hardest parts--
When melancholy overtakes passion.

4.13.2012

Random Frustrations

I want to learn how to play the violin.
I want to be a figure skater.
I want to go to different places.
I want to have Jessica Alba's abs.
I want to be a tennis player.
I want to host a travel show.
I want to do a photo shoot like America's Next Top Model.
..etc. blah blah blah

uggghhhh whatever!

4.11.2012

Fly Eagle Fly

Back in high school, I was a big fan of UAAP Men's Basketball particularly the Ateneo Blue Eagles team. I had a big admiration on this specific player (not to mention his name haha). I don't know why but he got my attention every time he's on the court. I even skipped school just to watch their championship game vs. UST. Unfortunately, they lost and then I cried.

Fast forward to February 13, 2010, a day before Valentine's Day. My organization in UP held a rock concert in Tarlac. The universe conspired with me that day. That favorite player I was talking about was at our event because he was promoting the Palarong Pambansa 2010 and was looking for youth volunteers. Of course as an organizer of the event, I had the privilege to talk to him and I volunteered at the event. My real intention was not to volunteer but to get closer to him. (hahahaha yeah those were my crazy days). It was the best Valentine's gift ever!

Now, it's been more than two years since I  met him. Though it was a very short encounter, meeting him was a proof that dreams really do come true. Shallow it may seem but sorry to say, this is my sentimental side.

He was an eagle who once stopped by in my life then flew again.