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18 December 2019

Evolution of Dance, Team Gen-Z

nakaka proud yung weekend conceptualization sa GC, monday meeting, tuesday practice,

wednesday presentation;

kung saan first time namin makita yung hinanda ng bawat subgroup (we're from different units so kanya kanyang practice, at kulang na sa oras we weren't able to run down the whole thing)

at kung paano namin naipasok ang TALA ✨✨✨

#werk #Christmas party #holidays #christmas #year-ender #tala #retro #evolution #dance

In Conclusion, 2018

Goodbyes have always seemed second nature to me, but as soon as they happen, there’s either nothing, or so much more left to say. It’s one of those things that should come easy for writers with much pain and experience to show for, but decides to be a creative roadblock with a deadline. The end always does feel like a new beginning, if you think about it; partially because goodbyes are often times so sudden that we barely have the chance to take a breath before speaking. It could also be the exact opposite: a slow burn that gives us time to prepare, but still manages to completely take us aback on how real it feels, so we end up letting out what begs to come forth, without knowing that some things are better left unsaid. I am a firm believer that people only mean what they say the moment they say it, and as I am writing this, I feel the weight of the entire year on my shoulder about to be eased by the promise of consolation: what lessons were learned, and how do I apply them?

To tell you the truth, I’ve always had an inkling that 2018 was not going to be my year, but now I see that there were just a lot of battles that I won and lost, tragically. Most of the time chronically, so I truly felt whatever fortune life presented at that time. The first half of the year provided me with heartbreaks in the demise of a relationship, the death of a friend, and a rejection that threw my college future off-course for a while, before I was able to redeem myself: what’s meant to be, always will be. I graduated Senior High School with flying colors. I got into UPD through a talent test in writing. I watched LANY and Harry Styles live. I worked my first job at my cousin’s spa in Tomas Morato as their supervisor in the summer, met so many people I now can proudly call constants. I released a short story after a long writing drought. I learned a new thing or two, like how much I enjoy writing in Filipino that the course I never imagined taking gave me a mission to widen my writing span with a purpose. I joined the controversial 96th Philippine Collegian that raised eyebrows, but gave me a new family and so much insight on journalistic writing. I applied for UP Children’s Rights Advocates League (UP CRAdLe), my first org in UP, to give myself an avenue to help out. I gave my first talk on creative writing, alongside seasoned professionals, at PUP. I turned nineteen without much fuss, something my spirit animal Lily Aldrin-Ericksen (from HIMYM) will not approve of. I went out with my friends more, learned new ways to get around the city (and broke my curfew) at the same time. I decided it’s okay not to be okay sometimes, gave myself breathing space from my overachieving, perfectionist ideals and took care of my anxiousness rather than tolerating habits that contributed to its continuity. True to its promise, taking it day by day gave me the ride of a lifetime. I felt like I matured more this year than I ever have before, and I have that to be grateful for.

I also saw a silver lining when the next half of the year led me to the love of my life, only to fall short when I was doing so much for so little, and was given uncertainty and indecisiveness in return. It felt more than just saying goodbye to a person. There was too much on the line, so it started to feel like losing a part of myself especially because I found my best friend in the same person. But resiliency in two people can mean see you again or see you around, still, even in the attempt of friendship for the sake of the people affected. I never noticed how hard it was to fix things I can’t take the blame for; hence being forced to sit this one out because it’s out of my control. Forgiving myself proves to be a task I need to conquer in order to accept it. However, I can’t tell you how beautiful it is that even in hurt, just by looking back, I’m surprised of the love I’m capable of and the memories shared that no one else but the both of us know of. I will miss the people around us the most. What also adds salt to the wound is the fact that I’ll probably never have the chance to say my goodbyes or explain things from my perspective. I guess growing up means there has to be room for love to take shape in different ways, or for time and space to hone us into better people until we’re exactly where we need to be. If anything, I just have to let life run its course. Let the chips fall where they may (an ode to that iconic Gossip Girl Season 5 finale) until I get the winning hand. God has always had His own way of surprising me. If a love is meant to be, I’d know. I am my mother’s child, after all, born into a family that was favored by destiny and a lot of faith.

The lessons disguised as experiences I gathered this year were all pointing to the same virtue: patience. Let me tell you, for someone as anxious as I am, it’s hard to trust anything or anyone if I know I can take things into my own hands. I’ve always been the type to organize and plan whenever I could, I often feel restless because I choose to work for whatever I want and currently have. I guess that’s why even in different scenarios, a recurring theme I notice, in terms of learning, really, is to wait. In times when I don’t realize I am waiting, I wake up one day really happy because I got what I wanted, but I barely acknowledge all the times I had to sit still for it to happen. I truly want to forgive myself for ever trying too hard or not trying at all, for all the opportunities missed, and the embarrassing honest-to-god-knock-me-out moments I’d rather not relive. I apologize for any of it, because if you know me well enough, you’d know I thought about it over and over until I am certain of what to take the blame for and what to do next time I am faced with a similar situation. I will no longer punish myself for being too much, rather, I will redirect my energy to things and people that deserve it. It’s a long way to go, but what matters to me the most is that I’m trying to be better and acknowledging my wrongdoings along the way. I have the start somewhere, don’t I?

This year also gave me a rude awakening on commitment and priorities. I think I’ve made myself ready for anything, especially long-term, if I deem it worthy of my time and effort. I also see myself as someone with good time management (aka my “I’ll complain about it but you’ll never see me not do it” complex) so my priorities were never an issue, however, even if my IQ doesn’t suffer, my EQ does. I can’t blame anyone but myself for being such a hopeless romantic because no matter how much I deny it, I quite like being all lovey-dovey. However, after a series of failed attempts and investments despite being in my best behavior, I guess it truly is the time to let love take the backseat for a while. I’m crossing my fingers that I won’t break my own rules this time. After all, I can stand on my own, and ironically, it’s what men always seem to love about me until it backfires drastically in different ways. I either stray away from my usual, uptight self, or stay in the upper hand, until they get tired of it. I guess there is some truth in the belief that you fall out of love for the same reasons you fell in it. For 2019, the only person I am looking into falling in love with (again and again) is myself. I still have a lot to work and reflect on, and stubbornness to let go of. For whatever it’s worth, I got to admit that though there is the aura of loneliness that clings on solitude, nothing feels as good as going to bed without worrying about another person. In return, I’ll cling onto any good feeling that comes out of this as hard as I can.

There’s something about the end of another year and the beginning of a new one that rouses everyone from their stupor (momentarily) until we’re all out for blood, or the best version of ourselves. At the very least, it’s always for the benefit of ourselves and those around us, lest we forget what we came in for. I have a lot of things planned out for myself in 2019, a new set of goals to achieve and dreams to pursue. I’ve always made myself busy to fill voids. I can’t divulge any further, since I somehow still have the tendency of losing interest whenever I tell people what I am up to. Maybe it’s because I live for the thrill of it all, and the shock from everyone, including myself, when I manage to pull things off. There’s a certain charm to things when you least expect them.

The only thing I want to attest to right now is my promise to write more for leisure and give you more content to look forward to, both in Filipino and English. I can never be too sure of myself, since a new year can also mean a new set of problems, setbacks, failures, and heartbreaks I may never be prepared for; but at least I know that come what may, I will always be provided with the strength and courage to get through. If I had known then that growing up meant more than just the no-fail linear path that includes the college-job-marriage mindset, I would have wanted to stay young longer. Adults have often tried to warn me and others, though, so it’s fair game. I just wish I wasn’t so in the rush. I’ve always thought I was mature for my age, but at nineteen, I feel more confused by the minute. There’s so much more to learn and experience before I ever deem myself worthy of honor. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m almost out of my teenage years when I know I still have my childish moments. This is a process I’m willing to see through, no matter how unbearable it gets. As a writer, it’s imperative for me to experience life in the extremities of emotions, more than just the gray areas I’m well acquainted with. It’s what helps with the craft, well, I can’t write about what I don’t know. If I could wish for something in 2019, it might as well be to regain my footing from the setbacks of 2018.

I’m ready if you are. Stay tuned.

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#daily life blog posts #new year #year-ender #in conclusion #2018

Thank God for 2017

2017. What a year it has been. So many things to recount and remember. Good and bad. Happy and sad. Challenges and lessons. Everything perfectly combined and mixed altogether – bringing just the right balance in my seemingly blessed life. I thank God for the good things. Good things that inspired me to do well, especially at work – and that will continue to inspire me to do even better for the…

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exoticarmy127 2016 year-ender story ranking

As I do every year, here are the top 12 stories that you guys loved the most this year (12 is my fave number soo lol). It’s been a wonderful journey writing these fics and I’m so happy that you guys stuck with me through 2016 and continued to read and support this blog.

Out of all the stories I’ve written in 2016, here are the stories with the most notes/reads. :) Enjoy going down memory lane as we reminisce on these wonderful stories that--in all honestly got me through this year. I hope it did the same for you!

Happy new year everyone and hoping for more stories to come this 2017!

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Last for 2016... Ha! 11pm or earlier on airasantander.wordpress.com 💞

#2016 #Goodbye 2016 #year-ender #reflection #blog

A post I did back when I moved to Blogger was called Backtrack wherein I post photos and do a little recap of how my year went. Soooo I thought, why not do it here as well? I think a year won't be complete without a year-ender post so here goes mine.

01 jan

Reconnecting with old friends.

Getting surprised on our birthdays (because my friend KC and I have the same birth dates) by our co-titas of Manila.

My grandfather’s birthday celebration at a local Chinese restaurant.

02 feb

Numerous medical check-ups because of my unknown allergen which has been giving me hives for months already.

Going to Art Fair and a bunch of art exhibit openings.

Site visit all the way to Tarlac.

03 mar

Helping out our batchmates for their exhibit.

Being part of the documentation committee one last time.

Attending the seminar at the National Museum.

Meeting Architect Jacques Ferrier.

04 apr

Acing our ArcDes6 defense.

Going back to Tumblr. *wink wink*

05 may

Getting my hair chopped off.

Voting for the first time in the national elections.

Staycation at Alfonso, Cavite.

06 jun

My first time in Baguio with my family.

#2016 #year-ender

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The countdown of photo galleries that our Yahoo readers liked the best this year!

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2015: What’s On Loop

My choice of songs in 2015 isn’t an exposition of my sentiments or prolonged moods. I’m just really predisposed to melancholic, dark, and inexplicably sad music once I kick it off, but if I were to sum up the year, I’m afraid it would be dominated by kilig and Jack Johnson/Jason Mraz/Donavon Frankenreiter feel-good kind of mix. Bwahaha! Not to say that 2015 swept by without punches and blows. I sure had my fair share of battles - a lot of self-doubting peppered with colds and migraines. Yet, I will only look back to it with an overwhelming gratefulness.

Enough of the chatter. Here, I’m sharing my top earworms for the year that was, in no particular order.

Hozier - Work Song

Sara Bareilles - I Choose You

Vance Joy - Fire and the Flood

Miguel - Coffee

Jessie Ware - Say You Love Me

Oh Wonder - Livewire

Mumford & Sons - Believe

Taylor Swift - Out of the Woods

Sharon Van Etten - Love More

Hannah + Gabi - Finlegs

Wale - The Bloom

The Staves - Make It Holy

Jaymes Young - I’ll Be Good

Amy Winehouse - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Florence + the Machine - Delilah

Bon Iver - Stacks

Stevie Nicks - Dreams

Jesso Tobias Jr. - Without You

Some things about this list: The two most-played songs are Sara Bareilles and Jessie Ware - both sappy love songs (needless to say, my heart’s been getting a lot of TLC). The album that got the highest hit is Mumford & Sons’ Wilder Mind despite its palpably different vibe; it was a struggle to pick just one song, as a matter of fact. I got to squeeze in a cool OPM one-man band, Hannah + Gabi, whose songs make great company for stormy days. My [girl] band crush is The Staves, and their music is so good that it hurts. Flo came up with an other-worldly album, and it blows my mind. Fire and the Blood may not have stuck as Riptide, but a year later, I’m still smitten by the Aussie crooner. Stevie Nicks deserves my good oldie spot. For the first time ever, I got to really listen to Amy Winehouse’s music after watching the docu-film, and it was only then that I truly, deeply mourned for her loss. But what makes me happy is Miguel’s Coffee; it’s smooth, sexy, playful - everything I love about R&B. And before I forget, yes, there’s Taylor Swift - the one song from my roommate’s morning playlist that doesn’t make me cringe. If I were to choose among all though, I am giving all my loving to Jesso Tobias Jr. in a nanosecond.

Obviously, I’ve been listening to a lot of folk. But hey, on the first day of the new year, I did rekindle with my first love, which is rock alternative.