Found this puzzle somewhere. I dunno what country it is but we tried to figure it. I solved it alone that afternoon. By evening, as we wait for the new year, my relatives and I put the pieces together again. It was hard 'cause there's no pattern or guide. Haha.
So that’s it. Today is the last of 2009. Until now, I don’t feel like I want to end this year. Not because of memories or stuffs, but my damn papers. Damn papers.
But what can I do? Time is running so fast that I could not chase it.
I had forgotten counting days.
Or counting weeks.
Months.
And years.
Oh well, I can’t be creative enough in writing this blog. Like duh, it’s already midnight and my mind has stopped from working. I wanted to put a little touch of art in writing my final entry for this year. But I can’t. I really can’t.
From the title itself, you know what this blog is all about. Well, I just want to do some flashbacks and recollections of the year that’s gonna end.‘Wag na magreact. I-close mo ‘tong window na ‘to kung ayaw mong mabasa.
Let’s start from the oldest memories.
I think it was February when I exposed myself in drinking alcohol and the like. Ever since, I had always argued with people who smoke or drink. But by that time, I started accepting the fact that some drinks, some smokes. I realized that it is not good to avoid them. Well, I’m not much of a drinker anyway. That time, I limit myself to only two bottles of beer. No hard drinks. I just do it to jam with some of my friends.
It was also during February up to March when enjoyed the things Session Roan in Baguio could offer. Panagbenga Festival and Session in Bloom were the two events that made a mark on my mind. Those were the times where I go to our boarding house late. Those were the times where I started saying goodbye to people I knew in Baguio. Back then, I knew that I would transfer to another campus.
By April, I had my summer class in UP Diliman as a cross-registrant. I enrolled under Geography 1 and gained some friends. I would especially remember our trip to Puerto Galera. The heat. The summer. The seaside. The nightlife. I enjoyed laughing with friends in the class. I enjoyed our conversation over bottles of beer and the scent of the sea.
And yes. It was also summer when I started doing mistakes which I don’t know if should regret or not. It was summer. It was summer. It was summer when I started having fun conversations with someone. It was the time when I start my day with a smile. Summer. The days where I made a fool out of myself. The days when I loved.
It was also summer when I received the confirmation that I would transfer to UP Diliman. I loved UP Baguio so much. The place, the weather, the people… and every little thing that could be found in the highlands. But sadly, I have to bid farewell to UPB. I have to accept the fact that I have to study in a place nearer to my home. Shall I say, “I left my heart in Baguio.”?
But no. Metro Manila is where I should belong. UP Diliman was the school my parents wanted for me. I have no choice. I told God that if I pass the exam in UPD, then I would go for it.
The start of the semester was great. June. I was lucky enough that I met friends whom I felt at home with. They may be different from my circle of friends in Baguio, but hey! They’re all great people. Intelligent and relational people.
Then whatever happened during summer continued up to the first semester. I still got crazy about the angel I fell in love with. It might not be obvious to other people, but I enjoy talking to her. It was also during the first semester when we started being cold with each other.
Days are fast. The first semester might not be a great time for my personal relations but a good time for my academic status. I received a grade of 2.5 from a mediocre professor who ruined my first semester grades. On the bright side, there are good professor who gave me good grades.
By October, I got my camera. I started playing with it. I took pictures in different settings. I started distorting the reality.
And days went on with November. The month where I was bombarded with deadly papers, the month that gave me a lot of pimples.
And December came easily. It was the first time I swam 50 meters in a ten-foot swimming pool. No warm-ups, no rests. At least I proved myself that I could swim.
It was also the month when I had my ears open for everybody. It was the month when a lot of friends opened up their problems to me. Not just one, but a lot of them did.
It was December when a friend involved me in her project. She told me to shoot photos for an event. Then both of us got published in a National daily.
Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days.
Weeks, Months.
A year that has passed.
A year that was.
2009.
There are lots of thing I learned this year. Not all of them can be written here.
I faced a lot of trials. I faced a lot of changes.
I conquered them all. No. It’s not just I.
We conquered them all.
Thanks for being a part of my 2009!
Maligaya at masaganang bagong taon!
I was in a taxi with my Nikon and I thought of taking random pictures. 
Headlights
Ghosts in the Dark
Bicycle
Curves
Jammed
Thunder
Sticks and Arcs
Slides
Stars
Gaze
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