The Will To Lead

A couple of months ago, just as I was preparing for college, a representative from a political party in De La Salle University sent me a personal message on Facebook, inviting me to join their organization. The following is my response to the that message:

“For the past 10 years, St. Scho has groomed me to become a great SERVANT LEADER. I’ve actively participated in planning outreach programs, seminars and other school activities that will benefit my fellow students. And I believe that all the hard-work you put into planning these things will come to fruition once you see that the batch/organization/student body gives you a pat on the back.I’ve always had the passion to reach out to others, to become the voice that speaks for everyone. I may not have won student government during my high school years but I think every thing has it’s time and place and I think that I was meant to do that in college. Aside this, my exposure to photojournalism contests in the division and regional levels, have opened my eyes to the real world and be alarmed with situations like poverty and the uneducated youth.

I feel that I have the calling to serve and testament to that are the awards I have received: the Service Award, Scholastican Award and Catechist of the Year Award, among others, which the school gave me when I graduated this March. And I believe that I have the mission to continue on and be proud to say that this is what my alma mater has groomed me to become.

I can’t think of myself being the average student, following directions from the class leader and wait like a sitting duck. Pun aside, I always felt the need to take action, to be involved as well as achieve greater heights both in my academics and extra-curricular. Now that you’ve given me the invitation to join your political party, I think I’m ready to take this up a notch and challenge myself.

I’m just not sure if it’s still proper to join ‘The Lasallian‘ (the university’s campus paper) though, but if given the opportunity, I would love to join both.

I’m really excited about going to DLSU and this will further equip me for the future, when we’re out there in the real world

ANIMO LA SALLE!

Candy Mag: Reality Check Quiz

The Amazing Race. Climbing to the top of Mt. Everest, diving to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, visiting the tomb of St. Francis of Assisi, and backpacking through Europe…sound like fun? Travel and adventure are your true passions in life. Insect bites, sunburns, and bad hair are among your faithful companions. Appearances don’t really matter to you. And they shouldn’t. All that matters is that you do what makes you happy and have fun! Take more quizzes like this on <a href=”http://www.candymag.com/”>Candymag.com</a&gt;

Candy Quiz: Are You Ready for a Boyfriend?

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ϟ When you’re bored… by Anthony Libre

When you’re bored, don’t be an idle bum;
Don’t sniff coke or sip some rum.

Don’t hang around, dead-brained on Facebook;
Or stand by on Twitter, with hashtags and… links to Facebook. (lol)

9Gag’s a tease that puts your brain on a leash,
yet blows your time away into the breeze.

YouTube is nice when it’s fun and educational,
not when you watch hand-washing on urinals.

And please, less vain photos – we’ve had enough of that;
We’d rather see your face covered by a hat.

Too much edits of flowers and suns,
of sexy ladies with their hips and their buns.

Too many posts about partying all night,
or cats and their endless grammatical plight.

Too much of “That moment when…” – oh hell, chicken hen!
You might wanna try a journal and a pen.

Try poking your face into a good book
that isn’t about vampires or teen drama or looks.

Try listening to music that’s out of the mainstream,
you’d be delighted by finding the crop’s cream.

Try setting your fingers on a musical instrument
instead of a mouse that’s clicking and bent.

Try watching a film from the 50’s or 60’s
or even go back to finding hidden Mickeys.

Go act in a play or spend time on the beach,
Anywhere far from the screen’s reach.

There’s more to say but this is getting long,
for a poem supposedly short but strong.

Excuse the lame rhymes and inadequate measures
from some dude who enjoys the simplest of pleasures.

Don’t mind me, I’m just like you
Killing my boredom just like the flu.

Before I end, allow me to say
That there’s more to life than screenshots and “cray.”

Time is important and while we’re still young,
discover the world so outwardly flung!

So get off your butt and make something happen
like building a spaceship or climbing a mountain.

Get on with your life; make it worth your while
The glory is yours if you go the mile.

http://aafree.tumblr.com/post/21385034906/when-youre-bored

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I love this poem so much because it speaks of reality. People who sit down idle and lingering the numbness of their butts, the countless hours spent in front of the screens–phones, computers, tablets..you name it we have it. You, know what I mean.

Get out and keep active!

Have a fun summer!

-etherealplume-

Walking Under the Sun

It’s that time once again.
We stand quiet. This is the time we realize our faults, and we begin to reflect on the things we have done in the past. It is time to put things straight, to forgive and forget.

The sun shone brightly this morning. I woke up not realizing what was gonna be ahead of me. I woke up thinking that today was gonna be just one of those days during the Holy Week where we just follow the same-old tradition. TODAY HAD SOMETHING IN STORE FOR ME, SOMETHING DIFFERENT.

As I lifted my head and opened my droopy eyes, I felt so heavy inside. I stood up, unplugged my battery charger and went out of my bedroom. Procrastinating was all I could think of doing. I didn’t feel like waking up so early in the morning, though a certain gush of excitement flowed through my veins. I somehow felt happy.

After a while, I finally decided to take a cool bath and get dressed up, since there’s a fear we might be late. I prepared everything-FAST. My camera was ready, the SD cards, battery, my phone was charged, even my hat. Dad came calling me, telling me we were about to leave. Mom, on the other hand, had our food ready in case we got tired and hungry. So we brough everything and hurried our way to the church.

Dad and I got ready for what was gonna happen minutes from now. We stood there waiting for the signal that the show was about to start. People, from different status, gender, age were there to witness the “journey.”

At exactly 10:00 A. M., 13 men, clothe in white robes, entered the church gazebo where a long dinner table was placed. They got in place and seated where they were. This was Jesus together with his disciples. This I know for certain, the show (or senakulo we would call it) has already begun.

I put my camera out and began looking for angles I could best document this scene and fired away. Adding some variation to my shots, I would flip my camera horizontally and later on vertically. This became very important to me because a lot of people will be viewing what I am capturing right now.

To my surprise, I thought everything would happen at one venue, that very place we we standing in. But I was wrong. We moved to another location, the staircase of the Youth center beside the church. Dad and I ran fast as we could to get a nice spot. I had the most difficulty because people were rushing in and crowding the area. I didn’t let this get me. I found myself very near to the actors which I thought gave me a great advantage. But I forgot everyone else watching, that I was blocking their view. So I moved a few steps back and kneeled. It did not take long and the scene was done. We were to move to another venue.

Learning from what had happened, my dad and I had a gameplan, to go ahead of everyone. And so we did. We got to the succeeding venue first. We did this for the rest of the other venues and sets that we even got lost. We we got to each venue, we would take position and kneel down if not squat.

The senakulo moved from the church and inside SRV I. It was my first time to join something like this that made you feel your giving a sacrifice as well. Now, we’re in the scene where Jesus gets beaten up inhumanely. I feel my heart melting, knowing it was only acting. The mere thought of it happening. I felt pity and sorry for this man. That’s what happened to Him. I began to formulate questions and queries. I know what’s gonna go next but I was still in disbelief.

We all walked under the intense heat of the sun. Most felt hot and sweaty. Admitedly, I felt tired and thought that the heat was piercing through my aching head. I looked at his direction and the other actors surrounding him. They were wearing thicker layers of clothing and had make-up on,so why should I complain? I kept quiet and knew this was something else.

The moment we started walking all I could think of was a bottle of ice-cold water. But I gained a different perspective and purpose. I didn’t just go there to shoot some photos with my dad, no. I was there to walk with Him in this journey many of us are anxious to take. As I watched the last few scenes, I was amazed how it made me teary-eyed. I FELT WEAK FOR A MOMENT.

Two hours have gone and passed. It didn’t notice it only until I looked at the time on my phone. My stomach was grumbling a few minutes before but when I saw the boy playing Christ being crucified, it had just gone away and seemed like nothing. The tears that the ladies shed and the breaking they felt in their hearts was all I could see and hear. This was it.

He has gone through all of those just because the chief priests had no belief and faith in Him. It made me think and reflect for a while. I just knew that this gave a very valuable message to people who have gone and watched the senakulo especially to me.

You may be asking what made me write this entry. The reason for this I believe is that God has His was of telling us things, to basically communicate. This. I feel, was His way of telling me something. Imay not fully know what but I know this is one of those. I truly have to say that as we walked under the sun, feeling headaches, thirst and weak, He will always be there guiding us to the coconut tree we wish to sit under–to give us shade, water and a place to rest. This is what I realized today.

Meeting the Strangers

It was a rainy day and I stayed home sick. I turned on the TV but my tired eyes refrained me from looking at the screen. All I can hear was, “We don’t have enough time, we need to go tonight…” being sung by a guy with a coarse, deep-pitched voice, thinking that I was listening to one of those international alternative bands again. I was enticed; their sound was something very new to me.

When I got better a few days after, I searched for the band’s profile. Later on, I find out that they’re actually local artists discovered by former Rivermaya front man, Rico Blanco and recently signed under Warner Music Philippines. The curiosity about this new discovery of mine made me have a positive outlook on OPM.

The band’s name is Never the Strangers but was formerly known as Leonecast when front man Ace Libre first formed the band in 2006. It was not until a year and a half later that they were able to complete the band. They’re currently composed of Ace Libre on vocals/keyboard, JP del Mundo on guitar, Francis Victa on bass and PJ La Vina on drums respectively. Their musical influences include the Muse, the Killers and Coldplay. They experimented on their music shifting from funk, jazz and punk but finally stood up with alternative synth rock instead.

It was late January when I found out they were performing live on SSCW–I was stoked. Days passed, and I would go to SoundCloud and find myself listening to their songs as I studied. I drowned myself with their music, I fell in love with them.

When I found their Twitter page, I followed it right away and tweeted how great they were. To my surprise, the next day, they replied to that very same tweet of mine. I felt ecstatic. Days became weeks and I felt a leap of joy because they were reading and replying to my tweets. It’s no biggie actually, but this only says that they’re thankful to their ever growing number of fans and supporters.

Sunday, February 12,2012

Off their self-titled album

Starting to fire up charts. 'Moving Closer' the top.

Not prepared at all, I come in the Grade School AVR and met with the band. They welcomed us with their warm smiles and their down-to-earth sense of humor. The awkwardness broke and it seemed like we knew each other long before. It wasn’t that long that I was only watching them on TV and now was actually conversing with them.

They rocked that afternoon, hearing screaming girls as they performed some songs off their soon-to-be-released album. They’re off to a good start as their singles “Alive” and “Moving Closer” have been topping radio charts. Admittedly, they continue to develop as new members of the OPM scene as they’re only starting and have a long way to go.

Recently, they opened for American alternative rock band, Death Cab for Cutie and performed in big events such as the Close-Up Pyropalooza and Coke 100 Years Concert ng Bayan.

-etherealplume-