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In the midst of the uncertainties and calamities, I hope that we would always come back to God’s word to find peace and security. Don’t worry, according to Psalm 91, we got divine protection! 

In the midst of the uncertainties and calamities, I hope that we would always come back to God’s word to find peace and security. Don’t worry, according to Psalm 91, we got divine protection! 

Isaac for Snickers.

This is the second vector of myself that I made. I finished this in 4 hours. 

Isaac for Snickers.

This is the second vector of myself that I made. I finished this in 4 hours. 

On Student Activism
    It was a Saturday, February 4, 2012, when the words of two people actually pierced me.      I was headed to Talisay when I heard two young men conversing about activism  in the PUJ that I was riding. They were all serious and sincere. One went about how serious the activists look like when they are occupying the streets. Then, he went on about how they could just be bribed to stop what they’re doing. The other person just agreed, indicating how clueless and ignorant they are about their topic.
    Though I’m not one of those who march the streets, I share some similar ideas with them. I respect student activists and applaud how they fight for their rights and other’s as well. I know how great their sacrifices are, just to fight for what they think is right. I have activist friends and I don’t think those two guys would like it if I brought my friends along with me.      Those guys wearing red are not only fighting for themselves, but for you as well. You could at least respect their efforts even if you don’t agree with them. What they’re doing is not a laughable matter. You don’t need to go so low as to derogate their hard work from them.
    Student activism is not cheap at all. I know of student activists who put their lives on the line just to be able to be heard. They were able to make better the lives of other people by passing laws. They get the voice of the oppressed people to be heard when they raise their fists and shout their chants. What have you done?

On Student Activism

    It was a Saturday, February 4, 2012, when the words of two people actually pierced me. I was headed to Talisay when I heard two young men conversing about activism in the PUJ that I was riding. They were all serious and sincere. One went about how serious the activists look like when they are occupying the streets. Then, he went on about how they could just be bribed to stop what they’re doing. The other person just agreed, indicating how clueless and ignorant they are about their topic.

    Though I’m not one of those who march the streets, I share some similar ideas with them. I respect student activists and applaud how they fight for their rights and other’s as well. I know how great their sacrifices are, just to fight for what they think is right. I have activist friends and I don’t think those two guys would like it if I brought my friends along with me. Those guys wearing red are not only fighting for themselves, but for you as well. You could at least respect their efforts even if you don’t agree with them. What they’re doing is not a laughable matter. You don’t need to go so low as to derogate their hard work from them.

    Student activism is not cheap at all. I know of student activists who put their lives on the line just to be able to be heard. They were able to make better the lives of other people by passing laws. They get the voice of the oppressed people to be heard when they raise their fists and shout their chants. What have you done?

February 6, 2012 - The Day When Cebu’s Faith Caved In

The Earthquake

    

   See that star in between Cebu and the Negros Islands? That’s the said epicenter of the 6.9 Magnitude earthquake which hit Cebu at around 12PM. I was, at that time, sitting comfortably with sugarrhigh watching movies from Pandayang Lino Brocka Political Film and New Media Festival. In the movie, the farmers were being captured by the military men. At just about that time, the conference hall started shaking. We actually thought battalions of army men were coming at us. Then we realized it wasn’t the case, it was an earthquake - strongest I have experienced so far. Thankfully though, it wasn’t strong enough to be able to topple buildings but it sure was a scary moment. Despite that, I released the earthquake as something that could happen any day. I never bothered to get information on where the epicenter was and what could possible happen afterwards. 

The Scare

After losing thrice, I decided my business at Metro Sports was done and I needed to go and catch up to the photography workshop at school. When the PUJ I was riding was already near JY, the waves of panicking people appeared. There they were - children, students, mothers and even senior citizen who could barely walk, running. The drivers panicked and they started to do a U-turn upon hearing news about waters reaching Asilo. I, myself, got scared. I went with the flow and hiked up towards Marco Polo. 

God’s Purpose for Me

  While hiking up, I was praying to God. That time, I realized I wasn’t scared of dieing, I was scared because everybody was scared. Why would I get scared when I know the God I am serving is the God who created everything?!

  When I was halfway to Marco Polo, I got a divine appointment with my cousin. God actually sent me there so that I could calm her down. She was carrying with her her two children, the eldest having the “not feeling well” feeling. She was crying but I saw a trace of relief on her face when I approached them. We went up together, she carrying the eldest while I the youngest.

   During the hike up, I met two fellow UPians who I never even talked to before. That time was different though, we talked as if we were buddies.

   I learned that at times like this, everybody is a friend. I always had the problem of approaching people but this event made me realize that I shouldn’t have that problem. Something bigger is coming, bigger than tsunamis or any other natural calamities. HE is coming! While to some it may be something good, to many it would be a nightmare. I need to do His thing and share the Good News to people.

The Lesson 

   After confirming that there really isn’t a tsunami coming, we went back home. It was then that I realized how I was to blame for that tiring hike because I never bothered to know.

   When I arrived home, I turned my monitor on and started googling for news. I discovered that the false scare started at barangay Ermita when the citizens reported higher water level. It was just actually due to a fastcraft passing by though. They shouldn’t panic if the water level rose, they should when it does the opposite. This is an obvious evidence of lack of education. 

   After further googling, I also discovered that the epicenter (as seen in the map) is actually in between Cebu and Negros! The waves would have to cover the high mountains of central Cebu first for it to reach us here in Cebu City! What makes it more ridiculous is that it is actually reported that the highest waves that the earthquake could possibly cause is only about a meter!

Conclusion

  Lesson learned. After an earthquake, especially those really strong ones, you should be wise enough to research on what it may cause and where the epicenter is. That could save you and a lot of other people from burning calories.

  Praise God for keeping us safe. Now that He has already called our attention, let’s start loving!

  While not much damage has been done in Cebu City, the opposite happened in Negros. Let’s stay tuned in to news and be prepared to help in whatever way we can. 

 

Otaku Fest 2012

  I had the opportunity to attend the recent Otaku Fest which was held last Saturday. Our school hosted the event, through the efforts of the NichiBunKen organization. It is already part of the culture of UP Cebu. What amazed me was the support of the professors to the said event.

  Our professor in Environmental Science 10, for example, offered an additional 50 points to whoever would attend the event in their cosplay attires. This, of course, made quite a noise among the students. That’s 50 points were talking about here. That’s a lot! 

  I got interested in the offer and that interest lead me to cosplay. I never thought of myself doing it, not even for a second. I actually thought cosplaying was stupid - people trying to be anime with the fake hair and all. I was wrong. When I actually joined the event as an elven wizard, I had fun. None of those fake hair mattered. They actually even impressed me, those cosplayers. They go far with their hobby, spending thousands to make things look as close to the anime as they could. Such dedication. From then on, my view on cosplayers changed, and I am actually thinking of being one at least once a year. It was a great learning experience for me. 

That’s me cosplaying as an elven wizard.


Photos by: Paulo Juan Cabral and Regina Vicentillo (redjeenah) 

(Source: redjeenah)

Introductory Post

The Blogger

 

That’s just me trying to act cool.

    I, along with 2 other awesome people, am a descendant of the Villanueva clan from Bukidnon and the Saguit clan from Bikolandia. Apparently, the genes from both clans create an amazing combination. I was delivered to this world 16 years and 14 days ago as to this writing which means I’m going to celibrate my natal day on the nineteenth day of this month.

   Some generalizations to February babies apply to me. I could be really sensitive in a good and bad way. I prefer different stuff sometimes. I am smart. Some generalizations don’t though. Instead, I contradict them. I am not thrifty and definitely not hardworking.

  I am currently a freshman student of the University of the Philippines - Cebu taking up BS Computer Science. I don’t know why I ended up taking this course but I guess it has to do with the limited courses offered by this campus. Anyway, I’m starting to love programming but I can’t imagine myself sitting in front of a computer doing that the whole day. That’s just not me. I’d rather go do graphic design but for some reason, I just can’t leave these guys. 

That’s me right there, front row, rightmost.

Though I don’t look like it from the picture above, I used to be a really silent person. I only talked a lot on the web but never in real life. I had insecurities, a wrong mindset and a judgmental attitude. When I was made to start a conversation, I usually assess whether the person is better than I am or not. If he is, I usually end the conversation quickly and then reflect on how pathetic I am. If he isn’t, then I go become really arrogant and make him feel inferior. I never made friendships which went deep. This is how I was before I met my Savior - so self-centered. 

  Amazingly, this Savior changed me when I thought I was beyond being changed. Some people say that to gain self-esteem, you need to take those insecurities as challenges and improve yourself. He says don’t. He tells me to focus my eyes on Him. Sure enough, when I did, none of these even mattered. Sure I still improve myself, but not because I had insecurities and so that I could prove something to others. It’s because I want to glorify Him and I wan’t to use the gifts which He has given me to reflect how amazing He is. 

  I believe I have quite the number of gifts. I am a fast-learner. I know how to sing and how to play the guitar and the keyboard. I also am quiet gifted in graphic designing and other forms of digital art. I am not that good in the not-digital arts but I try to make up for it.

The Tumblog

  Ay-zak-ku. According to a name translator, it’s how you pronounce Isaac in Japanese. That time when I tried that translator, I was wow-ed by different titles of anime. One of them being One Piece.

 

One Piece Wallpaper

  This blog will serve as my personal diary, my outlet for the extremes of my life, my showroom for my works, my doodle book. I don’t want to concentrate on a certain topic since I’m a man with a lot of interests. I don’t want to limit my imagination.