I am CONQUEROR

"Conqueror"

–noun

a person who conquers or vanquishes; victor.

—Synonyms
vanquisher, conquistador, defeater, hero, subduer,subjugator, vanquisher, victor, winner

—Antonym/s

loser

This is my new name; the name that was destined for me because I picked it with my closed eyes and for Him I am more than a conqueror. With Him I can do anything; For Him, nothing is impossible (For with God nothing shall be impossible. Luke 1:37).

I made this new blog for I am renewed. I shall love myself more than before and tell to my self that I AM A CHAMPION. I gave the title "Conqueror's Wings" to this blog because I am not just a warrior that conquers battle for my self but like an eagle that soars high above all trials with Him.

Lets ascend and explore the beauty and meaning of life. :)

The "Five"

Since I was in high school, I declared to myself that five is my favorite number because it was my birthdate. Since then, I put this number in my life and look at what our journey has been…

I entered college way back year 2005 (there’s a ‘5’ at the last digit of that year) and during that time I never thought that I would even go to school since it was cleared to me that my family is not financially capable to support my studies. My Lola Emy adopts me for a while to help my family by supporting me on my education. She encouraged me to take the PUPCET (Polytechnic University of the Philippines College Entrance Test) at PUP Taguig. Unfortunately I didn’t passed the exam but since my grandmother was very eager to put me in that university, she arranged some papers in Taguig Municipal Office when she heard from one of her employees about the offer to study the “One year course in Office Management” (that time, this is only available in PUP Taguig). I got in and for me it’s a good opportunity so throughout the year I really worked hard and in the end, it paid off because I graduated with the average of 1.8. It’s good news that resulted to good news because I am qualified to take any four year or five year course in this university.

Fast forward to enrollment; all of my classmates in Office Management were falling in line outside the registrar’s office and there are some rumors that most of the courses have no available slots already. When I heard it of course I panicked but I still believe that I am destined for this. So I entered the office (with bullets of sweat on my forehead) and gave a piece of paper that shows my average grade.

Here’s my talk with Ma’am Tataro, our Registration Officer.

Ma’am Tataro: “There are only three courses available; One slot left for BS Mechanical Engineering (5 year course), lots with BS Entrepreneurial Management, and some more in Bachelor in Office Administration, what course do you want to enroll?”

Me: Paused for a moment. “Isn’t there any slot in BS Information Technology?”

Hey, I really like that course so you can’t blame me to ask about it. :P

MT: “none.”

At that moment I feel sad but I asked again.

Me: “Is BSEM near to BSIT in any aspect or philosophy?”

MT: “No, they are too apart.”

Since I don’t want to take BSME because it’s not what I want and I also don’t want to take BOA since it is much related to Office Management, then I take BSEM.

Upon enrollment, I show the stab that was given to me from the registrar’s office to the guard on the gate that gives the enrollment form with the control number on it and the guard warned me that they won’t give another form if I mistakenly fill it up, so I better be careful. And that control number became my student number which is 06-000422.

Before I graduated in college, I play with my student number, I add them, first the 422 + 6 = 428, and if you add this tree digit number 4 + 2 + 8 = 14, and lastly to get a single digit number add 1 + 4 and it is equaled to 5. Nice huh?

Here’s another thing, I finished my college after 5 years (not included the 1 year office management ‘cause that’s not a bachelor degree) because I spent 1 year in BSEM and since I really pursued on the course that I really want, it took me 4 years in BSIT.

Now, here’s the only hate relationship I can think of with the number five. I don’t want to have 5.0 on my summary of grades and thank goodness I haven’t got one.

I somehow noticed that there are some things or event in my life that is surprisingly related to my favorite number, and I am excited to know them more. You, what is your life’s number?

Catch Me if You Can – fly, fly, fly the dragon fly

Right now, I am 22 years, three months, and 20 days oldJ. I just got inside the house of course I’m from the outside because I played with my niece Aiah, he is three years old. While I was after him he asked me to catch a dragon fly while he was riding on his cute little blue bike. As I was trying to catch one I’ve noticed that there’s some things I can do easily when I was a year older at his age than now that I’ve grown up, and one of it was catching a dragon fly. I remember when I was young, in the farm of my grand father, me and my elder brothers used to catch a maximum of two dragon flies each of us, holding it on their wings using the thumb and the index finger, one on the right hand and another on the left hand. And when we’re trying to catch one and we don’t like one of us to catch a single we sing “tutube, tutube huwag kang magpahule sa batang mapanghe” (it’s funny when I was reminiscing it.) I don’t know how to sing it in English but it means ‘dragon fly, don’t let the child that smells like pee to catch you.’ Now that I remember it, its kind a weird because they actually don’t smell like that, just to tease probably. I always like the blue dragon fly since I thought before that they are rare, but actually not, and braver than the green one. After catching it, since our hand are naturally oily the wings of the dragon fly sticks with our finger, and when you try to free them and let them fly, they will not because, maybe, their wings are heavy or something like damaged. When we are tired of holding them, we will get a string, the one that usually used in clothes, and tie up its back, I don’t know how exactly they call it because we’re not after studying its parts but we call it tail. Then we will put it on a plant and watch them try to fly, when they do we pull the string and put them again on the plant. And when we got bored we hold them again on their wings make them kiss and made them eat each other. I know what you’re thinking, yes, we’re somehow brutal but I think dragon flies are cannibals in the way that they eat their own kind… evil LOL… Sometimes when we are not in the mood of doing that we pick any kind of leaf or flower then we feed the dragon flies, that’s the boring part because they won’t eat until their heads got twisted and dislocated from their body because of too much force we put upon pushing the leaf to their mouth repeatedly. And now we’re bad… After doing things like that we let them fly but the dragon fly can’t because they’re half dead… T_T so sad…

After telling that story of how we play with the dragon fly, I’d rather not to catch one again because: first, as of now, I can’t and it’s hard to do so, its kind a awkward as well; second it might lessen their specie , I’m afraid that, maybe, the time will come that I can’t find a single dragon fly in our backyard; third, now that I’m older I feel pity for them so I’ll just let them as free as they are.

Trying to do things like that now that I’m considered as young adult, it made me remember my childhood, it made me realized that there were things you can do and can’t do when you are younger as well as you grow older. Though you can try to do it again, there were things that cannot be as good as before and the way it was done. The only thing remains is the memories of how you made it in that time of your life.

A Thing I hate the Most and like for the First Time

All of us have something we really hate, some are insects, repellents and the like, some are sort of foods, some are dirt and disgusting things such as blood and all of it has reason on their own. But me, what I hate the most is being sick. I hate having flu, cough and colds with fever and not to mention the headache and the sore throat… ughhhhh…. Join force all together to make you feel really bad. It isn’t just because of the pain and the hardship of breathing it may provide but the biggest thing is whenever I’m sick I just have to take care of myself because no one will be bother to do so but me. I still have my parents, but neither of them will do because my father is working in his shop, I know that he care so much but he can’t leave what he’s doing, it’s also for us. He has to work hard for us to survive. Oh, I forgot to tell you, there are nine members of the family, two parents and seven childrenJ. About my mother, well, I don’t know if she care as much as my father but sometimes instead of taking care of us she just nag on us saying: it’s your fault, it’s because of what you eat blah, blah, blah... it’s because of this, it’s because of that… uh… whatever. But one time, I feel very happy because I’m sick. I never thought that being sick will make me feel happy. I was actually touched by the deeds. That time, I was on my grand mother’s house, lola Emy the sister of my mother’s mother, she has a daughter and she was my aunt named tita Nikki. That day I feel really bad, and the only thing I want to do is to go home and took care of my self. I want to be in my bed alone because that is the usual thing I do when I was sick, lying in my bed waiting to get well after taking some medicines. Lola Emy told me to lie at tita Nikki’s bed, that afternoon I got worst, I can’t stand up anymore, I have high fever, my temperature is rising and I have hard time breathing. I should feel sad and lonely but I don’t feel that way. Though I was really sick and half asleep, I felt that something was putted on my forehead, then it will be removed, then it will put again. I try to open my eyes to see what’s going on. As I open my eyes, I saw tita Nikki beside me and putting a wet, I don’t remember if it is cold or warm, white towel on my forehead. At that moment, that was the first time that I like being sick and be sick for longer time, because usually, I want to get better as soon as possible. Crazy, isn’t it? But that was the first time I felt how glad a person is when he/she was taking care of somebody/someone. I think I’m lucky having that experience, though it’s really rare to happened, I was still waiting for it to happen again, maybe not with the same person but the important thing is they’ll show you that they care. So let’s show our concern to our love ones, big or small thing don’t matter, but one thing for sure, they’ll be happy knowing that you care.

A gift in disguise

I am the leader of our group ARJAM, that's for a group project since last semester(June - October) in DBMS(Database Management Systems), I really don't want to be a leader as it bears a lot of responsibilities... but I don't have a choice, I was appointed to be their leader, so be it.

A week after our defense on our subject in SAD(System Analysis and Design) documentation this semester(November - March), our professor call our attention for a meeting of leaders...

She wants BSIT(Bachelor of Science in Information and Technology) students to have a challenge and for us, students, to be known that BSIT was existing in PUP Taguig.

There were eleven groups in our class, therefore there are eleven leaders.

Our professor want us to make a system for Q4B(Quest for the Best - an event in our school for quiz bee, art competition, sports etc.) , but our priority was to automate the quiz bee.

She divide the leaders into two groups, the first group will use JAVA language and perhaps MySQL database (they will use opensource softwares), while the other one will use VB and MS SQL database. I was belong to the group that will use VB, and surprisingly assigned as their leader. The members of the group actually appointed me, and our professor agreed...

I don't know, but this is something I never wanted...

to be the leader of the leaders...

I was afraid that I might not satisfy their expectations...

I don't even think that I'm a good leader in my group, ARJAM, so I was somehow got sad.

But a few talks with my friends and family makes me feel better...

and my father said that I can make it.

My friend, Ayra, also believed that I can do it.

Now, I'd realized that this is not just something I have to bear, but a gift to be treasure.

I look at its positive side.

I was assigned because they trust me. They believe in me.

I have friends/classmates that somehow sees better than what I can see on my self.

I shall thank them for trusting me.

This is a gift that might developed my skills and personality.

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If you don't want something...

it will be given to you unexpectedly...

sometimes we have to be grateful of what we have and don't have...

but if a thing that you never wanted was given onto you...

be thankful, there must be a reason why.

Life is too short to be fill with complains...

just ride with the flow...

struggle if you think you're falling to a wrong one...

keep moving. Do something.

You'll see, it's worth trying.

Negligence of Warning

The heavy rain that falls like endless awakes me...

The sky was filled with dark clouds...
Rain falls heavily and the sun was hiding beyond the clouds…
Therefore, there’s no sunrays that was scattered on the land, that heats the atmosphere and touches my skin with its warm embrace…

The ground was cold and drenched…
The whole area was gloomy...empty…
Electricity was out…
No entertainment, sadly…

I don’t see flying birds either…
They were on the branches of the trees, hiding…
Their wings were soaked from the rain…

All I could hear were those rain drops falling on the ground and make noises on our roof…
I thought it sounds like they were singing…
The wind blew strong and I realized… they were crying… screaming…
The thunder was growling… now shouting… loudly, madly…
This day, I am not sure of it… but I think nature was giving us a warning…
Like a mother who scolds her child…
She was anxious… but… does anyone be bothered?
Sadly… no one…

Let’s save our home…
Don’t wait until it’s too late.

A Child’s Ambition

It was almost noon when I left our house….

As I was riding on a public jeep there were other passengers around me…

Beside me there were two young boys…

The one was about 9 or 10 years old and the other one was about 7 or 8….

They were chatting about each house and establishments that they see…

As we passed through a place that looks like a place where they stock lots of sack of rice, the younger boy ask the other boy….

He said.. ”Is that a sack dealer?”…. “No”, the boy replied….

The younger said…”but it looks like one”…..

The elder boy said….”I really don’t know, I think it’s a hard ware store”…

The younger boy said…”When I grow up, I want to work on that….like my father who carries heavy sacks”…..

The elder boy asked….”Why do you want to be like that when you grow up?...can’t you think of something else?”…

The younger boy replied….”Because I want to earn money to help my family…how could I help them if I can’t be like my father?”…

The elder boy look at him, and look at the other way quietly….

I smile when I heard the younger boy’s line..” When I grow up, I want to work on that….like my father who carries heavy sacks”…not because it’s funny or something…but because his ambition was very simple and he’s sincerely dedicated his heart onto it….He wants to be a simple someone who works hard for something….

Maybe he has a pure heart....

And those people are the one that was blessed…

I was touched by his simple words….just like he was promising something that he will surely keep.