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What I Would Say If I Were To Give A Valedictory Address

Graduation has come and gone. I am officially an alumnus of the University of the Philippines- Diliman. Easily the five best years of my life. All the ups and downs, all the drama, the laughter, good times, bad times. The memories. The people.

Five years ago, I was an average Catholic schooled-boy from the province who was privileged enough to pass the UPCAT and enrol in the university of his dreams. I was lucky enough to get here, but I never expected to be anything beyond average. I had a weak background in Math, and that is what scared me most, considering that my course was civil engineering. I was fairly good in English and public speaking (because, really, that’s what I got from high school apart from my edge in religion), and was diligent enough in reading and studying lessons that had a lot to do with memorizing. At the end of my first semester, I got a flat 1.0 in all my GE subjects (Comm 3, Bio 1, Soc Sci 1, Eng 12, and Kas 2) and a fat 2.0 for my Math 17. Still, it was good enough for me as long as I passed Math.

Plus, I was in a choir back then- one of the top choirs in the country, in fact. The schedule was hectic and tiring, but I was having fun. In fact, it was actually one of the best times in my life in some aspects. As long as I could do what I loved and managed to pass all my subjects, then I was contented. I managed to squeeze out a measly 2.50 for Math 53, my first ever encounter with calculus.

Things started to change towards the end of that first year, when I had to make what I still consider to be one of the most difficult decisions in my college life. I had been presented with an opportunity to go on tour with my choir- a very rare chance to travel abroad and share my talent and passion to the world. But I was scared. I didn’t think I was ready. There were too many consequences which weighed on my shoulders then- being delayed perhaps the heaviest of them all. I ended up passing up that opportunity, but I still managed to stay part of the choir. I chose to play it safe- that is, to remain average- when I could’ve had it better and more challenging.

With the main performing group gone, I was left with the alumni members for local performances during my second year. The schedule was a lot more flexible, and I had a lot more time to devote to my academics. But with so much time, I found myself wanting to join an organization. I planned on joining either Aces or Aggre, but the pressure and the rivalry between them just made me say to myself, “I don’t want to be part of this.” I ended up applying for Subol Society, the provincial organization of Pangasinan. Then, I met someone who changed my perspective on Math and academics in general- Phillip Lapidez, who ended up becoming a magna cum laude and the valedictorian of our CE batch. We became close friends, and in many ways, he inspired me to aspire to be better. This is perhaps another turning point in my college life. For the first time, I proved to myself that I can juggle between my duties as a student and doing things that I loved. This semester ultimately holds the record for giving me my highest GWA ever, and my first and only uno in Math. It was the first time I actually thought of being more than average.

From 63 in my Math 17 midterms to 95 in Math 54.

I enrolled during the summer of that second year in an effort to advance subjects just in case I had to repeat others. It was then that I was roomed in Yakal with and became close friends with the duo of JP Mendoza and Maxell Lumbera, who also later became a magna cum laude and the third in our batch. This summer was another turning point in my life. I had just gotten accepted into the UP Presidential Scholarship, when the devastating news came that my mother was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. It was then that I determined that my focus would be to maintain that scholarship, so that majority of our finances would be for Mama’s chemotherapy and other treatments. Though I had already been inactive in choir for a few months since the main group came back in the second semester, it was only during that summer that I decided to truly finally call it quits. That was the point of no more coming back and having to leave behind that which made my heart fill with so much gladness. It was a sacrifice I was more than willing to make just so that I wouldn’t be an added burden to my mother.

I ended up leaving one thing to excel at another. Academically, I was at the top of my game. I also became an officer of Subol. Maxell and I were also accepted as student assistants at the institute. I met someone who inspired me too. With Mama on her way to recovery, things seemed to have finally hit their balance for me. I still performed solo occassionally in Yakal events, joined a few contests but never won first place. Still, I was contented. And looking back, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

When I was a freshman in Kalayaan Residence Hall, I was a shy introvert who was on the brink of being anti-social. I had a lot of friends- Sigaw, UPSA, my block G6, my floormates the Dos Boys. But to be honest, I think none of them really got to know me because of my shyness then. But in my five-year stay in UP, I gradually opened up, learned to let my guard down, and share myself to other people. I met wonderful friends- the Thursday group, who inspired me and always shared good and bad times of life with me. I had a very supportive organization. I met someone who dared to take down my walls and taught me that it was okay to open your heart to others. But I guess I became selfish and wanted it all just a bit too much. We ended up breaking each other’s hearts (I hope I’m not being too presumptuous on this) and letting each other walk away. But time heals all wounds and somehow, we became friends again.

So I guess here are some things I learned outside the confines of a classroom during my stay in the university:

1.) Don’t settle for average. Push yourself to your limits, then push yourself some more. Don’t be afraid to dream the big dreams. Eventually, you’ll start working for these dreams, and even if you don’t make them all a reality, you would have achieved a great deal along the way.

2.) Prioritize. Be ready to make sacrifices. A person can’t always have it all. What you love is not necessarily what you need, and what you need is not necessarily what you love.

3.) Let other people touch your life. Don’t be afraid touch the lives of others too. Remember all those who were part of your life. Keep good friends and treasure what you have.

4.) Forgive and let go of all the hurt you feel inside. The added weight will only bring you down. Keep a positive outlook in life.

5.) Disappointment and failure are part of life. Everyone goes through these things at some point in time. Hang on yo your faith and believe that things will work out just fine. Miracles are real. Keep on trying over and over  again. Just work hard and smart and do what you have to do without stepping on other people. Never let opportunities pass without having considered all factors involved.

Looking back, I guess some would say that I was the guy who almost had it all. I was almost magna cum laude, but I didn’t make it because of my earlier poor grades in Math. I got so close to being the best in thesis, but I guess the judges couldn’t see my work as more important than that of the other finalists. I was almost the Singing CEnsation, but I wasn’t named the winner. I almost went on a European tour with an award-winning choir. I almost went to Taiwan for a building design competition. I almost had a wonderful girlfriend, but things didn’t work out as I envisioned.

Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. So, thank you UP. Thank you for imbuing in me the values of honor and excellence, the love for learning, and a tenacity to never compromise my integrity. Thank you for equipping me with the tools I need to serve and give back to my country. Thank you to my parents, to my friends, to my orgmates, to my coursemates, to my teachers. To Him who made all this possible. To the people who made the last five years the best I’ve ever had. Here’s to you. This one’s for you.

Mabuhay ka Iskolar ng Bayan!

Delivering my talk during the UPC finals. I didn’t place, but I’m still thankful to have made it to the Top 10. And I think I achieved my ultimate goal of getting my message across properly. Even Ariel (who is from Geotech and has never heard of what exactly I was doing for my thesis) and Ronn (who is an econ student) said they understood my work. On the other hand, in trying to talk in layman’s terms, my work might’ve come across as too simple to the judges and so they didn’t let me win. Haha. By the way, the judges were big time. As in deans and officials from UPLB, Mapua, and De La Salle, plus UPD’s vice president for research. Wow. I made it past them. Whew.

Delivering my talk during the UPC finals. I didn’t place, but I’m still thankful to have made it to the Top 10. And I think I achieved my ultimate goal of getting my message across properly. Even Ariel (who is from Geotech and has never heard of what exactly I was doing for my thesis) and Ronn (who is an econ student) said they understood my work. On the other hand, in trying to talk in layman’s terms, my work might’ve come across as too simple to the judges and so they didn’t let me win. Haha. By the way, the judges were big time. As in deans and officials from UPLB, Mapua, and De La Salle, plus UPD’s vice president for research. Wow. I made it past them. Whew.

Alive

(Back row: Me, Stef, Ygee, Demi, Noriza, and Kenneth; Front row: Mark and Ruth)

Okay. So the superstition goes that those who are about to graduate tend to attract more peril and are therefore have a higher probability of death during this time. Still, I went with friends to EK three days before graduation. And we’re all alive. Hah. I had so much fun. Thanks guys.

Meanwhile, on another note, I didn’t place for the UPC finals. Oh well. At least I made it to the Top 10. I absolutely think the winners deserved it more. I don’t personally know all of them, but here are their topics as I recall: 3rd place- From seashell to enamel: extraction of fluoroapatite from shells to make into dental materials (MatE); 2nd place- electronic natal assistance interface: an electronic device for assisting during child labor complete with medical-grade instruments (ECE), and; 1st place- Kidlat: an electric hybrid vehicle (ME). Kidlat actually already garnered several international prizes, so I had a feeling it would win.

Mama and Uncle are coming to UP tomorrow to attend the graduation rites on Saturday and Sunday. Papa said he’s attending too. We’ll see.

On a side note, turns out this year there are 19 summas, 222 magnas, and 862 laudes. Ho-humm. I’m at the same level as 861 others. Anyway, anyway. What matters is what I know I am capable of.

It’s so nice to be alive! Yeah!

Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive.

Howard Thurman (via myquotelibrary)

(via myquotelibrary)

The Number Four

One of my many peculiarities is my affinity and ‘borderline obsession’ with the number 4. I don’t particularly like the number, but I’ve somehow always had an enigmatic affinity to it. Well, experts say that when you have a theory, you make facts suit that theory. I can’t remember which came before which, I just have this weird feeling that I’m always drawn to the number four, even though I don’t want to.

Anyway, here’s another little thing that made me think this even more. Tonight, at the ICE graduation dinner, they recognized the Top 5 of the batch. And guess what, I was number four! I’m not surprised; I mean, there are only three magna’s, so naturally, the guy next to them along the ranks would be the guy who was almost a magna himself. I would’ve been more surprised if there was still someone else ahead of me. (Yabang lang eh.)

Oh, and I was awarded Best Undergraduate Research for WREG. It’s still all so surreal and I’m just really thankful now, for all these blessings. A few years ago, I was just a boy from a Catholic school who wanted to enter UP or nothing. I would’ve ended up in SLU or somewhere in Dagupan (or maybe even the seminary) if I hadn’t passed the UPCAT. Thank God I did. And now, a few years later, thank God I’m about to leave UP Diliman with honors, and with wonderful memories, life lessons, experiences, and friendships beyond those I could’ve ever hoped to gain elsewhere.

I just glanced at the clock, and the digits summed gives 4. Eeeeerieeee.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

Marcel Pagnol (via myquotelibrary)

(via myquotelibrary)

Blurred Visions

Below is a photo of myself at the induction ceremonies of the International Honor Society of Phi Kappa Phi held this afternoon at the University theater. My mom and my cousin Gigi attended as my guests. Anyway, I purposely chose to post this blurred photo because it’s a reflection of the blurred future which lies ahead of me after graduation.

It is evident that the end of our college lives has started. After the induction, Maxell and I changed at Yakal and went straight to the ICE graduation dinner with Ariel and Ronn. It was such a beautiful moment to be with the people who were our classmates for five years and share this victory with them. Some of the faculty were there too. As usual, Maxell and I got the “Magtuturo kayo?” from them. And of course, I still got the “Magna ka?” I’m starting to grow weary of this. But really, Maxell seems like he truly wants to teach. I was informed that they’re looking for three new instructors next term. (Guess I’ll leave that to the three magna’s. Haha.) Seriously though, I think I can gain an appreciable amount of experience from teaching, and it’s something I can really put my skills at. Even when I was doing my internship, our big boss commented that I act too much like I’m in the academe, and advised me to try to fix that (if I wanted to excel in the corporate practice, he said).

I’ve brought this up with my mom and she immediately said NO. (Not unexpected in any way, actually.) And she brought it up to my grandpa, who immediately echoed her NO. I also brought up my desire to pursue graduate studies, an their reaction was a far cry from ecstatic. Honestly, sometimes I wish my own family would just support my decisions sometimes. I sometimes feel like everything I do is a calculated move to suit their whims and wishes. Sometimes I question whether my dreams are still really mine after all, or if their just phantasms imposed unto me.

The decisions I will be making in the next few weeks can possibly set a course for my lifetime. They say parents know best. I wonder what my father has to say. Oh well, it doesn’t even matter since he doesn’t even give a damn to give a notice beforehand that he can’t attend his junior’s induction to a prestigious honor society. He just texts you “Negative” on the day itself, without even giving a reason even though you asked. Nope, his opinion won’t weigh much on this.

So I wonder. When can I see clearly?

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Thanks to @ninaterol for sending this my way.

A fascinating 3D walkthrough of the Spoliarium by Juan Luna. The work was accomplished by ‘karlgustav’ (according to the Vimeo page) of UST.

Nicely done.

I’m home! It’s so nice to be back! My framed grad pic is already hanging on the wall, and it’s the biggest in the panel. Haha. There’s a Sport Runner in the garage (Papa’s gift to Kuya Rio), and a new panel on our terrace which reads “Attorney-at-Law” under my big brother’s name.

Time to catch up on some well-deserved sleep before working on that poster for UPC.