Breathlessly Extraordinary

This is going to be a quick post, since I am going out somewhere today, but I just cannot resist the urge to write a new post right this second.

I have fallen in love with Tumblr. Just looking at the posts, inspiring and humorous quotes, stunning photography abound the pages of the website endlessly, I could go on and on just moving my mouse over the links, clicking on the heart “like” button every now and then, see what ordinary people see in this extraordinary world, which they care to share to thousands, or perhaps millions of other ordinary people.

I am also building my own Tumblelog, as it is called, filling it with pictures and quotes I find amazing and beautiful.


Young Blood, found on the Opinion section of the Inquirer, is one of the columns I look forward to every other day of the week, curious as to what young person has to say to the millions of Filipinos who will read it.

Today, surprisingly, Boom Enriquez, a formator (or is that what it’s called?) at the MVP Center for Student Leadership at the Ateneo is featured in today’s Young Blood column. His column is entitled “Extraordinary.”

I have attended on of the leadership programs he has helped organize last year, and I have seen him talk so passionately about leadership, following one’s dreams, encouraging us to aim high and always strive to be the best that we can be.

“We live in extraordinary times; thus; there’s no reason for us not to be extraordinary.”

This quote left me breathless for a while. I think I still am.


I see so many people already living their dream lives, and I sometimes wonder if I am still holding back my fears, not doing enough, or perhaps I am moving at a pace too slow in this fast-paced world.

I want to be more confident and fearless. I wish I could hesitate less and make things happen more. I have so much I want to offer to the world. I want to engage in intellectual conversations. Boom said he once spend the whole night until the wee hours of the morning debating with his friend about Nietzsche, Kant, and Marx. Now that is amazing.

I’m quite happy that I took my time in writing this post. Now I must aim to write even more regularly now. This is my blog after all, I can do anything I want with it.


Notes from my notepad

Think differently. Don’t be anybody else but yourself.

Write things, do things, say things that are worth remembering.


I am also on a Twitter high right now. I think everybody who has something interesting to say should join Twitter, there is just so much going on with just 140 characters per Tweet and millions of Twitterers around the world. Tweet, tweet! :)

Sealed with Fate

Because i am tempted, but not too tempted..

Let me just post it here.

I am itching to post my class schedule on Plurk, Facebook, Twitter, for everyone to see… admittedly just because I see everyone doing it.

But I don’t want to join the bandwagon for once.

My schedule for this second semester is kind of weird, seeing as I have 2 hours of classes on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, then 5 and a half hours of classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I kind of like it that way, though. Now I have plenty of study time and extra-curricular time on MWFs.

First Semester of my Sophomore Year in the Ateneo

Instead of lovely Italian, I serendipitously ended up with timeless Japanese as my FLC (Foreign Language Class). At first I wanted to change it through load revision, but then again, Japanese might not be so bad. Languages are incomparable after all. Each language has some degree of beauty and difficulty in it, and whether it be Japanese, French, or Italian, I think they’re all beautiful languages. Japanese sounds like fun, and all my friends who took it said so, too. I just love how unpredictable things can turn out. It’s even more fun to choose to accept it, since perhaps this strange turn of events would lead me to something even better. (Goodbye, load revision!)

As for my other subjects, I am so happy I got Jerry Apolonio as my Sociology and Anthropology professor. Everybody said they enjoyed SA because of him. Now I just need to come to class in time every day. I was always late for my 7:30 Chemistry class last semester; I vow to kick that habit now.

I got Pathways for Higher Education as my host LTS (Literacy Training Service) class for my NSTP (National Service Training Program). I thought I can get to choose my NSTP class, but they already pre-enlisted it for me. But what’s amazing is, I was pre-enlisted in my top choice! How fortuitous is that?

I don’t really mind having to spend my Saturdays with three hours of Accounting and teaching kids, in fact, I’m looking forward to it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ballroom dancing. My dream PE class since freshman year. :)

Law, Economics, Introduction to Communication and Theory. I don’t know what to expect here, except that our block will still be together in these classes (along with SA and NSTP *sighs*). I will just allow myself to be surprised.

Looking back, having eight subjects feels very demanding. Especially hearing that Law takes a lot of time to study, and Accounting, too. I am going to learn a totally new language, practice some dance moves, not to mention my Celadon and The Guidon stuff, I’m now sensing this is going to be a hectic semester.

I really need to start to effectively manage my time. *takes a deep breath*

Rainy Thursdays, Random Thoughts

Rotten Tomatoes and ReTweets.

Funny how I managed conjure phrases with RT in it in just a few seconds!

So much has happened to me these past few months, it is overwhelming to think of spilling everything in one whole entry as much as I would like. Someday, I will write more regularly in this blog. Someday.

In order to let out at least some things yearning to be released from my cluttered mind, I will simply slice them up into pieces of reflections with one-word headings, starting now.


I recently finished reading Thanks for the Memories by Cecilia Ahern. Ahern has truly captured my heart with her touch of fairytale magic in a modern world. She writes beautiful prose I wish I could have written myself. It tells the strange, unexplainable connection between two people: Justin Hitchcock is a handsome man passionate about art history and architecture. Joyce Conway is a woman in her thirties who recently lost her child in an accident, with a marriage crumbling to pieces. Their connection is related to deja-vu, a phenomenon that I have not experienced before, yet was nicely embedded in this story. The plot was fairly simple and a tad predictable, but I longed to read something less serious anyway.

The beautiful thing about fiction (in this case, chick-lit) is these things might never happen in real life, but reading about these stories always gives readers happier, lighter hearts thereafter.

Some of my favorite quotes:

It’s funny how people mark their lives, the benchmarks they choose to decide when a moment is more of a moment than any other. For life is made of them. I like to think the best ones are in my mind, that they run through in their own memory bank for no one else but me to see.

He liked to remind himself that his entire world hadn’t fallen apart. Sometimes we need all the glue we can get, just to hold ourselves together.

Joyce: … this sounds so ridiculous.

Frankie: “Who cares? When has life ever made sense?

I’m now reading Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho, a very wisdom-filled book with lots of individuality, desperation, and touches of craziness poured into it. I’m enthralled by how Coelho has managed to place “pretend” and “insane” in the same sentence. Quite a compelling read, and I aim to finish reading it by tomorrow. :)

Other books I have read this summer (in chronological order):

How to be Good, Nick Hornby

Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert

Slumdog Millionaire, Vikas Swarup

The Philosophy Files, Stephen Law


It is the time you have wasted for your rose
that makes your rose so important.

– The Little Prince

I planned to spend my summer realigning my goals and become a fitter, more organized, in time for my sophomore year, which will begin in two weeks’s time. I now wonder if I spent my summer right: Hong Kong, summer class, teaching public high school students, reading, Tweeting (Twitter is just too amusing), blogging, writing for The Guidon, spending time with my family, attending Celadon manager meetings, etc. etc.

Looking back, I had quite a nice, unpredictable, notably productive summer. I wished I could have spent more time with my friends though. I miss them every day. I wish I could have learned more new things, like Italian, the foreign language I intend to take up this coming first semester.

I can’t wait for second year to start! Classes in Italian, SA, Law, Communication, Accounting (you don’t scare me) and (hopefully) ballroom dancing await me. Also extra-curricular stuff, the stuff that a fun-filled college life is made of. And insane professors and Hell Weeks. It’s AdMU’s sesquicentennial year, too. I am also looking forward to NSTP (National Service Training Program), longing to go back and give impoverished children the some education they deserve.

One of my top wishes this coming year (Dean’s List and Junior Term Abroad qualifications notwithstanding) is to be able to build more lasting, real friendships. I love spending time alone, but I love being around people I care about more. And I really need to work on balancing moments of solitude with simply hanging out with all the wonderful people around me.


I have made it a habit to save some epiphanies I have (and I believe everyone has) which in my virtual notepads on my mobile phone and iPod, being afraid to forget. You can either agree or disagree with me all you want, though. :)

Sometimes, there are no right or wrong decisions in life, that’s why it’s hard to decide at times. And that’s what makes life interesting.

Everybody, from that little child begging on the street to the eccentric homosexual, has something special in them that we can all learn from and be inspired with.

Be true to yourself. It should be the very first thing you remind yourself every day. ;)

We don’t inherit our identity and character, we get to invent it. We can reinvent ourselves as often and as much as we like. When we wake up in the morning to a new day, we get to decide what kind of person we’re going to be. :)