A Year

A Year.




In this wilderness we call Ateneo de Naga University where trees grow in seeds of apathy, alienation and mistrust you people definitely leave a mark — you set these trees ablaze.

When you invited me to be your moderator, I admit I was hesitant. I am young and I couldn’t find it within me to oversee a group teeming with past controversies. But surprise! We’ve been together for five months now and I am learning a lot from you more than you learning from me.

Looking back the past few months, you have your shared successes and failures, personal conflicts and of course, struggle with your academics. With all these, still here you are, present and pushing through with all your plans for the Supreme Student Government and the rest of the community.

I know all of you are feeling tired. Probably by now you are asking whether this all worth it. Perhaps you are doubting that all this will be in vain. But no. You feel tired, some might be bone weary now, doubting, on the verge of quitting and it’s ok. It’s ok. You feel these things because you are working and not just any work.  What makes this work special is you pour all your energy and insights, your heart and soul. It consumes you. And I think this is what passion is all about — what love is all about. To do something that it totally consumes you, turns you inside out, rip your heart out, and still at the end of day you say “I did it!”, “We did it”. A lover would say “ako yung nagmahal”. You are all lovers. You all have a big heart and I am overwhelmed by your generosity to serve your fellow students.

On times you feel like you are losing sight of what is really important I want you to go back to the very reason why you chose this path in the first place. I want you to remember that first “kilig” of being in the SSG. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll be right back on track.

Trailblazers. You set a new path for the SSG. You’ve raised the bar for any other batch who will come after you. And I say trailblazers because you are on the path — on the not yet. What will be the destination of SSG is not for us to determine. What we know is that you’ve cleared the path. And this will be our legacy. Your legacy.

I am most proud of you all. And I will say this now you are best batch the SSG has ever had.

Carry on! Carry on!

A Year


Happy birthday to us!:)

I started blogging sometime in April last year after coming back from a much needed vacation. Honestly, writing was therapuetic for me because it serves a a leeway for a lot of pent up emotions. Looking back on my posts, I was the sad one, the president of people with crappy lives bordering on being mental, I was the broken hearted one, the lover, the dreamer, the hope-er. And thinking about it now I can only say, “You’re just fine, Gladys.”

The blog was actually made to share my woes and joys. True to its name, bluebutlight, I could only hope that I live a life with rich experiences, be surrounded by interesting people and all my days be filled with love.

See, what a year can really do? It takes 365 days for me to fully recover. It takes 365 days for me to set all things in perspective. It takes 365 days for me to see what really matters. And here I am now still the lover, the dreamer, the hope-er. I can only be grateful for the past year, for all the lessons it taught me, for the strengths and the inspirations, for all the people who were there and still with me until now, and for all the love wether lost or found. I am and will always be a grateful soul.

I am looking forward to another story-filled year. Cheers!

On Success

To laugh often and love much,
to win the respect of intelligent persons,
and the affection of children;
to earn the approbation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty,
to find the best in others;
to give one’s self;
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
to have played and laughed with enthusiasm
and sung with exultation;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived —
this is, to have succeeded.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson