Recently, we have been organizing documents and house materials. I decided to organize the documents stored in the yellow box that is located at the corner of our kitchen. There were important papers and sentimental documents in the box, but there were few things that immediately caught my attention. I got the chance to see my past plates and artworks again.

Touching and examining each plate was like walking down the path where I started my adventures in college with innocence and diligence. Each plate has its own memory and it has a very powerful impact to me. One plate reminded me of the time when I rummaged through my classmate’s phone to find some faces of people for the facial emotion activity that we had in Body Parts Drawing. Another artwork reminded me of my ventures in joining the annual Petron Art Competition! It was a memory that I will always cherish for it taught me so many things such as hard work, perseverance, and wisdom. Another piece reminded me of the hype that I had towards drawing Disney characters! I actually Disney-fied some of my high school classmates, and I chuckled when I saw the drawing! Another piece reminded me of how I met my first college best friends and their essentiality in making FA a fun course! Also, some of the plates greatly reminded me of the helpful professors that I had in FA, and I will forever cherish their essentiality in making my talent grow in a challenging way. They showed me that learning can be a friendly process with the involvement of the teacher who shares lessons, and the student who works and makes heaps of plates and artworks! I was only asking for an improvement, but they have given me more than that in a very casual way. However, I will never forget the plates that reminded me of the deadlines that I had! Some of my plates were rushed, but as soon as I reached the campus with hours to spare, I added details to make an improvement.

Well, the set of artworks as a whole reminded me of my diligence and perseverance towards every task when I was an FA student in AUP; this reminder would be very helpful now that I am about to become a sophomore student in UP. It tells me that diligence and perseverance will always get me to where my goals are, even though college is a distinct series of drastic success and failure. Thankfully, this small task that I have accomplished earlier reminded me of my true purpose as a college student.

My LAYF Last Wednesday

Few hours after taking a brain-draining exam in SPCM1, my friends and I attended a freshman treat by Lakas Angkan Youth Fellowship or LAYF. Their treat was entitled “One More LAYF”

Honestly, I entered Baker Hall last Wednesday without any idea of how a freshman treat is done. That was the greatest mistake I have made last Wednesday (and what’s not great is a number of mistakes I committed during the SPCM1 long exam) because coming in without expectations surprised me with joy and laughter. The event started with several games, I bet this is the attention step of the event. And it was an effective attention catcher! The (more…)

The VILLS of Today


Original Photo by Sophia Erika Rodriguez. Editing of the photo done by Roi Yves Villadiego.


Transferring into a new school is exhilarating; a new environment is purely refreshing and meeting new people gives you a clear description of how diverse a school can be. Although, being occupied by these things made me wonder of how vacant my time can be. I just think that I have been so occupied by certain circumstances that I tend to forget my vacancy. Luckily, in the past few weeks, I balanced my priorities and whatnot with (more…)

The Mouth of the College Braggart

I cannot say that we have all met a person like him* for diversity is inevitable in schools. Unfortunately and fortunately, meeting one was an opportunity to learn a lesson. A lesson which taught me how to handle my golden patience inside; a moment when I can just erupt at any moment inside, but I needed to hold on to a rope that keeps pushing me back. But who am I talking about? My dear friend, may I introduce you “the college braggart.”

What does it take to become one? (more…)

When He was Afraid to Talk

Whenever I socialize with my lovely friends, I always make a small space for laughter. Talks are frightening for me. I never wanted people to get bored when they talk to me, so I always make simple jokes for few giggles. Most of them would appreciate my jokes especially when it is relatable.

After deeply musing on a sunny day, I immediately begin to wonder why talks feel like a never-ending roller coaster. Engaging in a small conversation will lead me to a ride of anxious monstrosities, leaving the fact that I am just talking to a person, not a god or a goddess. My veins begin to internalize the feeling that I am a non-worthwhile company. But when does it stop? Why does it scare me? Why do issues face me whenever anxiety attacks me?

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