New year resolutions are a fancy thing. I'm not really into those kinds of stuff. So let's skip that cliche and just reminisce what made 2010 a year of sugar and spice.
Personally, I see the year 2010 as a great gift, a present. It was a painting of bright colors, a mirage of every good thing that could happen to anyone but me. Luck seem to have stricken me dozens of times, and because of that I fear that it wouldn't hit me much this coming 2011.
It would be a tedious job to list all the blessings He has given me, but I feel quite obliged to share bits and pieces of my 2010 as sign of gratitude to Him.
So, first off.
I was able to travel locally [Davao] and abroad [Amsterdam] to represent my high school. Both travels were liberating, giving me a fresh view of the outside world that I wouldn't have known if not for those off-shores.
I was also guaranteed free college education [as long as I maintain my grade] by De La Salle University. Never did it cross my mind that I'd study in DLSU, given the stature it has of teaching the financially capable, the upper echelon. My mind was set to enter the University of the Philippines-Manila and cry UP Naming Mahal that was why I was amazed being inside the gallant gates and towering structures of La Salle.
My friends and I were bound even tighter, despite the difference in Alma Mater. Papa also joined us for Christmas [and is joining our 2011 New Year Celebration], a once in a blue moon occassion for our family. He works abroad, so yeah, that explains my jumpiness having him with us last Christmas.
Thanks to Him. Amen.
I hope this 2011 would be a year filled with His love. Just that, and I'll be content and happy.
Happy New Year!
Friday, December 31
Thursday, December 30
Ano Ang Magagawa Natin?
Ang biyahe mula sa aking bahay patungo sa Pamantasang De La Salle ay kumakain ng maraming oras. Sa 45 hanggang 60 minutong biyahe ko ay marami na sana akong nagawa; nakapag-aral, nakapagbasa, nakapagdasal, at nakapagsulat na sana ako. Madalas nga'y naiisip kong mas mabuti kung nakatira ako sa isang paupahan malapit sa DLSU tulad ng iba kong kaklase. Hindi nila iniinda ang pagod na aking dinaranas tuwing nakatayo't nag-aantay ng sasakyang dyip. Hindi nila nararanasang makipag-unahan para lamang makahanap ng magandanang puwesto sa bus. Hindi sila nangangamba sa mga masasamang loob na maaaring mang-holdap habang pikit ang iyong mga mata dahil sa pagod na dinaranas.
Gayunpaman, tuwing ako'y nasa dyip at bus, naiisip kong tunay akong masuwerte. Ang hirap na aking dinaranas dahil sa pagtungo sa paaralan ay maiituturi pa ngang pribilehiyo kung ikukumpara ito sa pinagdaraanan ng mga bata sa kalye.
Upang ako'y makauwi sa bahay mula sa DLSU, sumasakay muna ako ng dyip na tutungo sa sakayan ng bus sa Pedro Gil. Madalas, tuwing titigil ang dyip, may mga taong kalye na sasampa sa dyip sa kabila ng pagpipigil ng drayber. Pupunasan nila ang paa naming mga pasahero at tsaka manlilimos. Hindi ko magawang tingnan ang mga taong ito; inilalayo ko ang aking tingin sa kanila. Ito'y hindi dahil sa pandidiri o sa pagkamuhi; ito'y dahil sa pagkaawa.
Kung minsa'y nakadarama ako ng pagkainis sa aking sarili dahil hindi ko sila magawang bigyan ng limos sa takot na dumami pa silang hihingi sa akin. [Hindi niyo rin ako masisisi dahil nagkaroon na ako ng masamang eksperyensya sa mga batang kalye noon.] Ngunit mas masidhi ang aking pagkapuot dahil wala man lamang akong magawa upang tulungan sila. Bigyan ko man sila ng limos, panandalian lamang itong sagot sa gutom na kanilang dinadanas.
Ano nga ba ang ating magagawa upang tulungan sila?
Marahil ay sasabihin nating kagagawan din nila kung bakit sila nalalagay sa kung saan man sila ngayon. Sila'y pulubi dahil hindi sila nagsisikap na maghanap ng marangal na mapagkakakitaan. Ngunit sino ba ang tatanggap sa kanila kung ganoon ang kanilang kalagayan? Kung gunit-gunit ang kanilang damit at madungis ang kanilang mukha, may handa bang kumuha sa kanila bilang mga trabahador? Sa aking palagay, obligasyon nating mas nakagiginhawa sa buhay na tulungan silang makahaahon mula sa kanilang kinasasadlakan. Ngunit... paano? Paano natin sila matutulungan?
Gayunpaman, tuwing ako'y nasa dyip at bus, naiisip kong tunay akong masuwerte. Ang hirap na aking dinaranas dahil sa pagtungo sa paaralan ay maiituturi pa ngang pribilehiyo kung ikukumpara ito sa pinagdaraanan ng mga bata sa kalye.
Upang ako'y makauwi sa bahay mula sa DLSU, sumasakay muna ako ng dyip na tutungo sa sakayan ng bus sa Pedro Gil. Madalas, tuwing titigil ang dyip, may mga taong kalye na sasampa sa dyip sa kabila ng pagpipigil ng drayber. Pupunasan nila ang paa naming mga pasahero at tsaka manlilimos. Hindi ko magawang tingnan ang mga taong ito; inilalayo ko ang aking tingin sa kanila. Ito'y hindi dahil sa pandidiri o sa pagkamuhi; ito'y dahil sa pagkaawa.
Kung minsa'y nakadarama ako ng pagkainis sa aking sarili dahil hindi ko sila magawang bigyan ng limos sa takot na dumami pa silang hihingi sa akin. [Hindi niyo rin ako masisisi dahil nagkaroon na ako ng masamang eksperyensya sa mga batang kalye noon.] Ngunit mas masidhi ang aking pagkapuot dahil wala man lamang akong magawa upang tulungan sila. Bigyan ko man sila ng limos, panandalian lamang itong sagot sa gutom na kanilang dinadanas.
Ano nga ba ang ating magagawa upang tulungan sila?
Marahil ay sasabihin nating kagagawan din nila kung bakit sila nalalagay sa kung saan man sila ngayon. Sila'y pulubi dahil hindi sila nagsisikap na maghanap ng marangal na mapagkakakitaan. Ngunit sino ba ang tatanggap sa kanila kung ganoon ang kanilang kalagayan? Kung gunit-gunit ang kanilang damit at madungis ang kanilang mukha, may handa bang kumuha sa kanila bilang mga trabahador? Sa aking palagay, obligasyon nating mas nakagiginhawa sa buhay na tulungan silang makahaahon mula sa kanilang kinasasadlakan. Ngunit... paano? Paano natin sila matutulungan?
Freshman Year Yuletide Break What-to-dos Checklist
[/]Facebooking
[/] Lost Symbol
[..] The Secret to Teen Power
[/] Blogging
[ ] Jogging/Running
[/] Drawing
[ ] Year-end Meditation
I'm definitely fattening up this Christmas break. Why do mothers cook so well?
Spent most, if not all, of my time at home.
How about you? :)
[/] Lost Symbol
[..] The Secret to Teen Power
[/] Blogging
[ ] Jogging/Running
[/] Drawing
[ ] Year-end Meditation
I'm definitely fattening up this Christmas break. Why do mothers cook so well?
Spent most, if not all, of my time at home.
How about you? :)
Wednesday, December 29
My Mind is Full of Whatnots
My mind is a catastrophe. It deals with different ideas - from petty things such as a recipe of Pinakbet (yum!) to some more bizarre thinking like having a theory relating metabolism and thought (which I perceive, has energy). But I like it, I like it when my brain has loads of things to process. My predicament is quite pitiful, though. I find it hard to process my thoughts, to filter them so that they make sense.
This blog entry alone is an evidence of my mind of whatnots. It took me some time to decide what to write. I just felt writing, without even knowing what to blabber about.
So much for my utter randomness.
This blog entry alone is an evidence of my mind of whatnots. It took me some time to decide what to write. I just felt writing, without even knowing what to blabber about.
So much for my utter randomness.
Sunday, December 26
When Blogger become Tumblr
Spring by the RiverNetherlands [2010]
Busy Streets, City LightsPusan, South Korea [2009]
Camouflage Ain't Good EnoughQuezon City [2010]
Where are the Children?DLSU-Taft [2010]
WaitingLian, Batangas [2010]
I.
I am deeply in love with Photography.
For me, Photography is one prime art that combines classicism and modernism. It encompasses the taste of classic artists, but it also utilizes technology, with the so-called camera as a photographer's conniving ally.
II.
I would not deny the fact that I want a dSLR. Badly. Though in Photography they say it is more of "It's not the arrow, it's the Indian," [translation: It's not the camera, it's the photographer] I still think that great cameras were made for their partner photographers. Don't take me wrong; I have high regard for digital cameras for their handy-ness and the features they offer despite their size. To this date, I am using a digital camera to fill my craving for the art of Photography.
It pains me when some people take their slr/dslr for granted. Cameras are not to be flaunted, rather, to be used as a medium of art. Or am I only imagining this? Oh dear. Perhaps people are not showing off their cameras; perhaps I am the one imaging, dreaming, dazed and drawn to the wonders that slr/dslr brings. My, oh my. When will I have an EOS?
III.
Deep in my heart, there is this bugging something that tells me that everyone has a talent for Photography. However, if everyone had talent in Photography, then perhaps everyone has talent for every known occupation in this world - dancing, singing, basketball, theatre... I suddenly realize that I never had an inclination to Sports (although I badly wanted to engage myself in it). [Running, I believe, is the only sport that I can call mine.] If this is my condition, then perhaps there are people who are not into Photography, even though they are madly in love with the thought of it.
Now, all I hope is that I really have this innate flair with taking pictures. I am at remorse because of what seems to be a physical incapability when it comes to sports, though I am in a revolt and I am trying to fight my predicament. If I was not endowed with a gift when it comes to anything physique, then I might as well take chances on Art and Literature.
For me, Photography is one prime art that combines classicism and modernism. It encompasses the taste of classic artists, but it also utilizes technology, with the so-called camera as a photographer's conniving ally.
II.
I would not deny the fact that I want a dSLR. Badly. Though in Photography they say it is more of "It's not the arrow, it's the Indian," [translation: It's not the camera, it's the photographer] I still think that great cameras were made for their partner photographers. Don't take me wrong; I have high regard for digital cameras for their handy-ness and the features they offer despite their size. To this date, I am using a digital camera to fill my craving for the art of Photography.
It pains me when some people take their slr/dslr for granted. Cameras are not to be flaunted, rather, to be used as a medium of art. Or am I only imagining this? Oh dear. Perhaps people are not showing off their cameras; perhaps I am the one imaging, dreaming, dazed and drawn to the wonders that slr/dslr brings. My, oh my. When will I have an EOS?
III.
Deep in my heart, there is this bugging something that tells me that everyone has a talent for Photography. However, if everyone had talent in Photography, then perhaps everyone has talent for every known occupation in this world - dancing, singing, basketball, theatre... I suddenly realize that I never had an inclination to Sports (although I badly wanted to engage myself in it). [Running, I believe, is the only sport that I can call mine.] If this is my condition, then perhaps there are people who are not into Photography, even though they are madly in love with the thought of it.
Now, all I hope is that I really have this innate flair with taking pictures. I am at remorse because of what seems to be a physical incapability when it comes to sports, though I am in a revolt and I am trying to fight my predicament. If I was not endowed with a gift when it comes to anything physique, then I might as well take chances on Art and Literature.
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