Happy Day # 1 

It was quite some time when I discovered this 100 Happy Days challenge spreading over the internet, and by that time, I was busier than ever. So I promised to start it by summer and hopefully, complete the tedious task of appreciating happiness in 100 days. For me though, and probably the reason why I joined, is to find little bits of happiness in every day life (starting now). There will be bad times, I’m sure, and I think that’s THE challenge for us to continue this: to continue being happy despite the negative things that came and will come. I don’t know how far I can go with this, given the fact that I have a major issue with inconsistency, but who knows right? Maybe the reason why too many people stay unhappy because that’s what they chose to be, and maybe this devious little challenge can make us even a tad bit happier… because that’s what we will choose to be. 

And so, day 1 was spent mostly on food-hopping around the village with my high school friends! It had been too long since we all hung out. A day filled with laughter, selfies, and empty wallets. But at least happy tummies! 

To the people who taught me everything there is to learn about life—-the twists and turns, the chances we take or we don’t take, the quest to find The One, the forgiving and forgetting, the theories we believe in, the dreams we hold tightly on, and the value of friends more than anything. Even as the series ended, it will always have a place in my heart… something irrevocable and irretrievable, that even if I forget, there will always be pieces of it that will remind me to remember. Thank you for nine legendary years, H.I.M.Y.M. You taught us well. 

Who knows, maybe someday I’ll stumble upon a blue french horn, and a mystery guy wearing red cowboy boots holding up a yellow umbrella? 

It’s still a work in progress but hey, I’m back to making productive art again. Despite the insane heat, I managed to gather enough motivation and time to invest on drawings like these which I haven’t worked on for the longest time. Though we make art almost everyday in school, it’s a different thing when you have freedom, since all we ever do is based on clients and their standards. 
I wanted to make it look like a nasty and threatening varmint because, well, I’ve always dreamt of having one as a pet (lol yep) and it’s 2AM… who knows where my thoughts wander off. 
It’s still a work in progress but hey, I’m back to making productive art again. Despite the insane heat, I managed to gather enough motivation and time to invest on drawings like these which I haven’t worked on for the longest time. Though we make art almost everyday in school, it’s a different thing when you have freedom, since all we ever do is based on clients and their standards. 
I wanted to make it look like a nasty and threatening varmint because, well, I’ve always dreamt of having one as a pet (lol yep) and it’s 2AM… who knows where my thoughts wander off. 
It’s still a work in progress but hey, I’m back to making productive art again. Despite the insane heat, I managed to gather enough motivation and time to invest on drawings like these which I haven’t worked on for the longest time. Though we make art almost everyday in school, it’s a different thing when you have freedom, since all we ever do is based on clients and their standards. 
I wanted to make it look like a nasty and threatening varmint because, well, I’ve always dreamt of having one as a pet (lol yep) and it’s 2AM… who knows where my thoughts wander off. 

It’s still a work in progress but hey, I’m back to making productive art again. Despite the insane heat, I managed to gather enough motivation and time to invest on drawings like these which I haven’t worked on for the longest time. Though we make art almost everyday in school, it’s a different thing when you have freedom, since all we ever do is based on clients and their standards. 

I wanted to make it look like a nasty and threatening varmint because, well, I’ve always dreamt of having one as a pet (lol yep) and it’s 2AM… who knows where my thoughts wander off. 

I’ve been meaning to construct an 'update' post for the time I was away, but I think that this field for typing couldn’t bear the weight of the piled-up events that happened. So, here are some of my random Instagram photos taken this 2014 instead! 

School had been such a dread for me lately. Most of the time I was succumbed to these plates which I needed to work on, taking up 20 hours while the precious 4 hours went to my sleep. And God, how I just dragged myself to survive the monotonous routine that went on for 3 months. But I loved every bit of it. There was always excitement and motivation in the midst of the process, knowing that there’s bound to be a price of skill-achievement and self-recognition in the end. 

I was also able to attend Mitch Albom’s book signing at Glorietta and got to see the man himself! Which, by the way, took us nearly 11 hours waiting for our turns to be up on the stage with him. And then there’s the Art Fair Philippines 2014, Philippine International Furniture Show, WorldBex 2014, and a lot more. This year is truly filled with opportunities (yay for connections!). I got to explore more about food (yep, one has to embark in that exploration too) and different restaurants, cupcakery, cafes, and other foodie lovin’ places scattered around Manila. It’s also the time of the year where debuts are the major events that fill up our schedules. It was such an honor to be invited in a few ones! 

I’m so happy that people still followed and remembered me even when I didn’t bid my goodbye in my past blog. I don’t need to have all my followers back, it’s just nice to still have readers even after all. :-) 

The things I love about my course is that I get to explore and re-discover. Manila is a vast land where art sprout and grow, and though we haven’t left the country yet, it’s always a wonderful feeling to appreciate local pieces that are ours to take pride of. There are so many historical places that we pass by everyday and it’s a shame people don’t recognize anymore just because it’s all buried in dust and oldness. People only notice what it is to see, like the coating of a cake; but not what’s inside, not what’s truly the essence of making and presenting a cake: the taste. One doesn’t just go to places, one must taste in order to know information and background, to critique, and to appreciate. 
Interior Design took me to the past and the future. From the Spanish colonization and Greek to Rococo-inspired period styles, to modernization and future-ready homes. 
The things I love about my course is that I get to explore and re-discover. Manila is a vast land where art sprout and grow, and though we haven’t left the country yet, it’s always a wonderful feeling to appreciate local pieces that are ours to take pride of. There are so many historical places that we pass by everyday and it’s a shame people don’t recognize anymore just because it’s all buried in dust and oldness. People only notice what it is to see, like the coating of a cake; but not what’s inside, not what’s truly the essence of making and presenting a cake: the taste. One doesn’t just go to places, one must taste in order to know information and background, to critique, and to appreciate. 
Interior Design took me to the past and the future. From the Spanish colonization and Greek to Rococo-inspired period styles, to modernization and future-ready homes. 
The things I love about my course is that I get to explore and re-discover. Manila is a vast land where art sprout and grow, and though we haven’t left the country yet, it’s always a wonderful feeling to appreciate local pieces that are ours to take pride of. There are so many historical places that we pass by everyday and it’s a shame people don’t recognize anymore just because it’s all buried in dust and oldness. People only notice what it is to see, like the coating of a cake; but not what’s inside, not what’s truly the essence of making and presenting a cake: the taste. One doesn’t just go to places, one must taste in order to know information and background, to critique, and to appreciate. 
Interior Design took me to the past and the future. From the Spanish colonization and Greek to Rococo-inspired period styles, to modernization and future-ready homes. 
The things I love about my course is that I get to explore and re-discover. Manila is a vast land where art sprout and grow, and though we haven’t left the country yet, it’s always a wonderful feeling to appreciate local pieces that are ours to take pride of. There are so many historical places that we pass by everyday and it’s a shame people don’t recognize anymore just because it’s all buried in dust and oldness. People only notice what it is to see, like the coating of a cake; but not what’s inside, not what’s truly the essence of making and presenting a cake: the taste. One doesn’t just go to places, one must taste in order to know information and background, to critique, and to appreciate. 
Interior Design took me to the past and the future. From the Spanish colonization and Greek to Rococo-inspired period styles, to modernization and future-ready homes. 

The things I love about my course is that I get to explore and re-discover. Manila is a vast land where art sprout and grow, and though we haven’t left the country yet, it’s always a wonderful feeling to appreciate local pieces that are ours to take pride of. There are so many historical places that we pass by everyday and it’s a shame people don’t recognize anymore just because it’s all buried in dust and oldness. People only notice what it is to see, like the coating of a cake; but not what’s inside, not what’s truly the essence of making and presenting a cake: the taste. One doesn’t just go to places, one must taste in order to know information and background, to critique, and to appreciate. 

Interior Design took me to the past and the future. From the Spanish colonization and Greek to Rococo-inspired period styles, to modernization and future-ready homes. 

Begin again

Before college, I made a vow to my (past) blog that I would never deactivate, that I would try my hardest to stay—-to update and to reconnect, even when I have a new life ahead of me. But here I am now, in the summer of my freshmen year in college, composing what seems to be a comeback from my newly deactivated blog. Back to zero. 

It has been a long while, Tumblr. There were so many things that happened while I was away… mostly changes though. There were the good ones, bad ones, better ones, and worse ones. Most of the time I was adjusting and coping up with this new life I am in. College took me by surprise, literally, and I was both overwhelmed and taken aback by unfamiliarity… and that was when I wanted to run back to the familiar road: high school, old friends, old routines, old happiness, old life. Don’t get me wrong, everyday I meet new people and do new things and that makes me happy, but I just couldn’t let go of the idea that I was happier back then (which I thought I was). This went on for days, weeks, and months of dreading my old life back and wishing I still have the people who left. I was so hurt that it’s hard to accept changes. It wasn’t long until I saw clearly the right set of people to be with, the inner bliss of pursuing my passion in Benilde, and finally the motivation to discover myself and work in a completely different field. It’s like I was enlightened: there was finally a bright new bulb atop my head where a dark and gloomy bulb was once on. Up until now I’m always excited and thrilled to be involved in new experiences and find out more of what I can do, and that’s why I can already distinguish the past me from the new me. Change is good, indeed. It took me a while to get there, and though I still have that longing of nostalgia every now and then, I know now that I should focus more on the present. 

I realized now that I’m finally leaving it all behind: both my blog and my past self. Cranky (Filipino version) blogger me in 2009, scared and insecure me in high school—-all those characters I shifted into and the ‘me’s that lead me to the me I am now: thank you and farewell. If I didn’t become what I was, I wouldn’t learn from myself and I wouldn’t find the person I want to be. I kept the past locked in that little blog because I was so scared of losing what I thought was precious, and maybe that’s why I can’t move forward. I kept coming back and trying to be that same girl who I wasn’t, and it’s like fitting myself into a hole that doesn’t fit me anymore, and maybe that’s why I left for good. And that applies to my life, maybe I just needed time to get away from my old life to give me a space to grow. I would love a fresh new start. This time there’s room for new things, new discoveries, and a brand new me. In that one year of my blog-less life, I’ve thought about life and learned that it’s always okay to give up the good for something much more better.