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INTERNATIONAL PEACE DAY
The Yamato Drummers of Japan
Written by AnKat Lopez
September 21, 2024
Yamato has been connected to Nara, Japan. Currently, it is referred to as the city of Nara. It was formerly known as Yamato. It was the first permanent capital, which played a crucial role in the early development of Japanese culture and government. Wadaiko, or the Japanese drum, originated in Yamato.
Taiko and Wadaiko are considered peaceful art forms for their rhythmic unity, expressive movement, cultural significance, and emotional release. Overall, these components support a calm ambiance that resonates with the concepts of harmony and serenity.
Taiko is more than just an art form. This serves as a cornerstone of cultural expression, a sense of community bonding, and spiritual connection. It mixes rhythm, movement, and storytelling. It reflects Japan’s rich history and cultural traditions.
It fosters unification and resilience among the practitioners. Through its power performances, Taiko transcends boundaries. It creates shared experiences deeply resonating with the audiences and participants alike.
Taiko is a form of traditional Japanese drumming. Waidako is a form of drum performance. Together, they are integral to Japanese culture. They have been used in festivals, religious ceremonies, and as a means of communication.
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Last year, on June 11, 2023, I was fortunate to attend a free event sponsored by the Japan Foundation Manila. Yamato, a world-renowned traveling Japanese traditional Waidako drum group, performed at The Theatre at Solaire. Yamato is a musical group of Taiko drummers (drums and percussion instruments) founded in 1993.
It was wonderful to witness and hear them live. It was a night of entertainment. No wonder why Yamato Drummer is known for their powerful and captivating performances. They were lively and engaging, even including some comedy in their routine. I enjoyed that the program was interactive, which highly encouraged audience’s participation and engagement.
I am glad to have such a memorable and unique experience. The combination of a peaceful evening engaging atmosphere and the Yamato Drummers’ repertoire is spectacular. It is a must-watch event.
The highlight was the grand finale. The following day, June 12th, we commemorated and paid tribute to Philippine Independence Day. They played a rendition of “Lupang Hinirang," the Philippine National Anthem. The Filipino audiences were deeply touched by this sentiment that the song ended with a standing ovation. It is indeed a moment I will remember.
The fashion of traditional and modern elements incorporated makes it a one-of-a-kind immersion. This creates something of a novelty while honoring their Japanese roots, catching the attention while capturing the locals’ and foreigners’ hearts.
Nostalgic Reverie: My Connection to Cabarrus Catholic College in San Jose, Sipalay, Negros Occidental
Written by Alfred Pagunsan Gadayan
June 20, 2024
As I close my eyes and drift back in time, memories of Cabarrus Catholic College in San Jose, Sipalay, Negros Occidental flood my mind like a wave of nostalgia. The mere mention of this historic landmark evokes a myriad of emotions within me, transporting me to a place where the past and present intertwine in a tapestry of cherished moments and profound experiences.
My connection to Cabarrus Catholic College runs deep, rooted in the rich history and cultural significance of this esteemed institution. Nestled amidst the lush landscapes of Negros Occidental, the college stands as a beacon of knowledge and enlightenment. Its walls echo the footsteps of countless students who have walked its hallowed halls over the years.
The first time I set foot on the grounds of Cabarrus Catholic College, a sense of awe washed over me as I beheld the majestic architecture and serene beauty of the campus. The imposing facade of the main building, with its intricate details and timeless charm, seemed to whisper tales of bygone eras and academic excellence.
As I wandered through the campus, each corner revealed a discovery, a hidden gem waiting to be unearthed. The chapel, with its stained glass windows and peaceful ambiance, became a sanctuary for quiet contemplation and spiritual reflection. The library, a treasure trove of knowledge and wisdom, beckoned me to explore its shelves and lose myself in the world of books.
But it was not just the physical beauty of Cabarrus Catholic College that captured my heart—it was the sense of community and camaraderie that pervaded the air, binding students and faculty in a shared pursuit of learning and growth. The friendships forged within those walls: the laughter shared in the courtyard and the late-night study sessions in the library—all these moments wove together to form the fabric of my college experience.
One particular memory stands out vividly in my mind: a moment that encapsulates the essence of my connection to Cabarrus Catholic College. It was during a cultural festival held on campus, a celebration of diversity and unity that brought together students from all walks of life. As I watched the vibrant performances and sampled the delectable cuisine, I felt a sense of belonging and pride in being part of such a vibrant community.
But amidst the joy and laughter, there were also moments of introspection and contemplation. As I sat beneath the shade of a towering tree, gazing out at the sprawling campus before me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of bittersweet nostalgia. Time seemed to stand still, and in that fleeting moment, I realized how much Cabarrus Catholic College had shaped me into the person I had become.
As the years passed and graduation day drew near, I found myself reluctant to leave the familiar embrace of Cabarrus Catholic College. The thought of saying goodbye to the place that had been my home away from home filled me with a sense of melancholy, yet I knew that it was time to spread my wings and embark on a new chapter in life.
Even now, as I look back on my time at Cabarrus Catholic College, I am filled with gratitude for the memories, experiences, and lessons it has bestowed upon me. The heritage site and landmark hold a special place in my heart, a repository of cherished moments and profound emotions that will forever be etched in my soul.
In the quiet moments of reflection, I find solace in the knowledge that no matter where life may take me, the spirit of Cabarrus Catholic College will always be with me, guiding me with its wisdom and grace. As I journey forward, I carry with me the legacy of this historic place, a testament to the enduring power of education, community, and the bonds that unite us all.
NATIONAL HERITAGE CONSERVATION WEEK
A Journey Through History: My Personal Connection to the Jose Rizal Shrine in Intramuros
Written by Alfred Pagunsan Gadayan
May 27, 2024
As I walked through the cobbled streets of Intramuros, the historic walled city of Manila, I felt a sense of reverence and nostalgia wash over me. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the centuries-old buildings and monuments that stood as silent witnesses to the rich tapestry of Philippine history. Among these revered landmarks, the Jose Rizal Shrine held a special place in my heart, not just because of its historical significance, but because of the personal memories and emotions it evoked in me.
The Jose Rizal Shrine, located in Fort Santiago within the walls of Intramuros, is a tribute to the life and legacy of Dr. Jose Rizal, the National Hero of the Philippines. Rizal, a polymath and revolutionary thinker, played a pivotal role in the country's struggle for independence from Spanish colonial rule. Visiting his shrine was not just a journey through history, but a pilgrimage to honor the sacrifices and ideals of a man who dedicated his life to the liberation of his people.
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My first visit to the Jose Rizal Shrine was a transformative experience that left an indelible mark on my soul. I remember walking through the imposing gates of Fort Santiago, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quiet courtyard. The air was heavy with the scent of history, mingled with the sweet fragrance of bougainvillea that bloomed in riotous colors along the walls.
As I entered the shrine, I was struck by the solemnity of the place. The museum housed within the shrine displayed artifacts and memorabilia from Rizal's life, including his writings, personal effects, and the very clothes he wore on the day of his execution. Each item seemed to whisper a tale of courage and defiance, a reminder of the price paid for freedom.
One particular exhibit that resonated with me was a collection of Rizal's letters, penned in his elegant hand. Reading his words, I felt a profound connection to the man behind the legend, a man who dared to dream of a better future for his countrymen. His thoughts and ideas seemed to leap off the page, sparking a fire in my heart and mind.
Outside the museum, the shrine's centerpiece was the Rizal Martyrdom Site, a somber monument marking the spot where Rizal was executed by firing squad on December 30, 1896. Standing there, surrounded by the echoes of the past, I felt a surge of emotions well up within me. Sadness, for the untimely end of a brilliant mind. Anger, at the injustice and cruelty of colonial rule. But above all, pride, in the legacy of courage and resilience that Rizal bequeathed to his people.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the courtyard, I sat on a stone bench and closed my eyes. In that moment of quiet reflection, I felt a sense of gratitude for the sacrifices of those who came before me, who fought and died so that I could walk freely in a land unshackled by tyranny.
Since that first visit, I have returned to the Jose Rizal Shrine many times, each visit deepening my connection to the place and its history. I have brought friends and family with me, eager to share the stories and lessons I have learned within those hallowed walls. Together, we have traced Rizal's footsteps through the city, imagining the world as he saw it, feeling the pulse of a nation on the brink of revolution.
In the years that have passed, the Jose Rizal Shrine has become more than just a historic site to me. It is a living testament to the power of ideas, the resilience of the human spirit, and the enduring legacy of those who dare to dream of a better world. It is a place of remembrance and inspiration, a beacon of hope in a world too often darkened by strife and division.
As I stand once again at the gates of Fort Santiago, gazing out at the city spread before me, I am filled with a sense of purpose and determination. The spirit of Rizal, of all those who fought and died for freedom, lives on in the hearts of those who remember and honor their sacrifice. And I, for one, will carry that flame forward, lighting the way for future generations to walk in the footsteps of heroes.
In the shadow of the Jose Rizal Shrine, I find not just a connection to the past but also a promise for the future. And as I walk away, the echoes of history ringing in my ears, I know that I carry with me a piece of that legacy, a spark of that indomitable spirit that will guide me on my own journey through the pages of time.
A Fond Remembrance of the 90s
Written by AnKat Lopez
April 17, 2024
I still prefer the entertainment in the 1990s to today. I cannot turn back time, but I can fondly remember them. Life was much simpler back then. We had rich and varied experiences.
I recall the power outages called brownouts that occurred daily. At night, we would scare ourselves so silly with my dad's ghost stories. It was also the time to read many storybooks, pocketbooks, and novels.
Both my mom and my aunt had their collections. Mom was an avid fan of Broadway music, including the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Cameron Mackintosh. We would sing along to Cats, Phantom of The Opera, Jesus Christ Superstar, Evita, and Miss Saigon, to name a few. My aunt had the soundtrack of Disney's Aladdin. She also gave me a cassette tape of Beauty and the Beast. We would listen to those on the car radio, and sometimes I would listen to it on my walkman.
My sister and I took swimming and ice skating lessons. We also played with the neighborhood kids outdoors. It was a treat that we were allowed to stay up a bit later compared to school days.
We had iced candy, Twin Popsicles, iced buko, iced munggo, halo-halo, and milkshakes to cool down the summer heat. Those were refreshing.
We watched local and cable TV to catch up on movies, TV shows, and cartoons. We would also go to the cinema to watch the latest release.
Those were the days before mobile phones, the internet, social media, and streaming apps.
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I do not even recall boredom as part of our vocabulary.
international day of happiness
On Top of the World: A Day of Pure Happiness
Written by Alfred Pagunsan Gadayan
March 20, 2024
One moment of pure happiness that stands out to me is when I went on a hiking trip with my closest friends last summer. We had been planning this trip for months, and the anticipation leading up to it was incredible. We were all so excited to explore nature, disconnect from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and create lasting memories together.
On the day of the hike, we woke up bright and early, ready to embark on our adventure. The weather was perfect, with clear blue skies and a gentle breeze. We packed our backpacks with snacks, water, and a sense of adventure, and set off on the trail.
As we hiked through the lush green forest, we were surrounded by the beauty of nature. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting a magical glow on everything around us. We laughed, shared stories, and marveled at the breathtaking scenery.
After a few hours of hiking, we reached the summit of the mountain. The view from the top was absolutely breathtaking. We could see for miles, with rolling hills, sparkling lakes, and distant mountains stretching out before us. It felt like we were on top of the world.
At that moment, a wave of pure happiness washed over me. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy, gratitude, and contentment. It was a feeling of being completely present and at peace with myself and the world around me. I couldn't help but smile and soak in the beauty of the moment.
We spent some time at the summit, taking photos, sharing snacks, and simply enjoying each other's company. The happiness I felt at that moment was amplified by the presence of my dear friends. We had created a bond through shared experiences and adventures, and being able to share this incredible moment with them made it even more special.
As we made our way back down the mountain, I couldn't stop thinking about how fortunate I was to have experienced such pure happiness. It was a reminder of the importance of cherishing moments of joy and finding happiness in the simplest of things.
That moment of pure happiness on the hiking trip will forever hold a special place in my heart. It was a reminder of the beauty of nature, the power of friendship, and the incredible feeling of being truly alive.