Dance Man

Directed by Adam Stein. This clip makes me smile no matter how many times I watch it. I wish there really was a dance man. ^_^

“I’m more than an architect.”- Sir Nick

I’m tired of my angst and oversensitivity. (And it wasn’t you, don’t worry. I moodswing-ed for a reason.) But enough.

During Sir Capili’s enthralling tirade about the sucky prevalent media fakery, I sat at my desk, head bent over a notebook, teeth clenched, scribbling notes on the lecture. (Yes, I was still reeling from my rather powerful moodswing.) The first rule of writing is honesty. You must be authentic, you should know what you’re writing about. Writers draw mostly from experience, from feelings and events that whirl around them. I guess that’s what makes writers more than writers; because readers see they’re people. That’s one of the things that attracts me to creative writing; expression. I know I’m pretty unremarkable in the real world; just another, ordinary student. But students are people, and architects are people, and pink extensions are also people.

There’s this prof we have; he teaches Arch 1. His intro to the class was peppered with offbeat humor and inspirational tidbits and tips on how to impress ladies with mini triangular scales. xD Sir Nicolo doesn’t go by his title, “Architect”. Because he isn’t just someone who churns out blueprints and writes out instructions and consults with clients. He’s a husband, a dad, a teacher, a cool Snape-like person who doesn’t really like engineers~

It’s the world’s need for labels that results to narrow thinking.

“Hottie.”

“Korean dude.”

“Blockmate.”

“Taga-Pisay.”

“Girlfriend ni ___.”

“Bakla.”

And I say, do away with labels. Because I know what it’s like to carry one. Perhaps we all do. Every label, whether good or bad, has its drawbacks. It reduces an individual to a single idea, when in truth, that person is so much more. >_> Yes, he is more than a loudmouth, and no, I don’t need to stand him. She isn’t just an obsessive runner with strong opinions. He isn’t just an effeminate weirdo who doesn’t like to socialize with boring people. And yes, you can label me based on my identifying with other people, but that’s not who I am. Sir Nick is more than an architect, Sir Capili is more than the associate dean of CAL. But hey, we can only see so much.

Dear Journal,

Well, there’s one thing I finished this summer. The purple journal my aunt gave me last summer, while we were in Virginia. I looked at it as something to entertain myself with–just another notebook that would prolly get lost and collect dust, as with all the other journals and diaries which have been forgotten. But this one stuck and grew on me, and now that it’s finished and gone, I can’t help but feel a little empty and lonely and –

Yes, I’m beginning to sound weird. But really, it isn’t the same. I’m the type who needs a journal to pour out emotion, to rant angrily, to vent out the things that few can see. It isn’t the same, entering words into this little white window, where everyone can read, where most abandon emotion and write about more relevant things: politics and school and celebrities and global warming.

Before, only the purple journal with gold letters saw the rapidly changing course of my feelings. Eventually, not only journal saw. But now, when both are gone (well, not technically, but still.) I can’t help but feel a little lost–

Ooh! (-nibersidad ng Pilipiiinas! *drums*)

Hannah is now a college student at UP, block A-1, BS Architecture.

(Today was the first day of my UP life. Hurrah. I still can’t believe it. XD)

According to Kuya IE and a couple of his friends, because we are ArKi students, we are soon going to have no life. (Oh no, have I gotten myself into another Pisay?)

Lex, Jovi, and I.

We came across Brian and Bona, the result of that being,

Jovi and I.

The hot afternoon sun, and no jeepney rides, because we don’t know how to use them yet. Chafing feet, reddened faces, and a trek to an obscure fruit shake stand.(I did not faint.)

I sat in for Jovi’s Geography class, where all the prof did was take attendance-

And he accompanied me to CAL for my CW10 class, which the prof did not attend. But we did see the “push button to eject teacher” vandal, and I had a desk that said “handicrap.”

We left after half an hour.

Oh, and our block seems FUN. There are around 20-30 of us, and 7 guys. The block head was elected using the “spin the bottle” method, and the other block head was chosen out of the blue.

Hurrah for Arki, for the Zombie game, for the little rainmaker bottles, for Kuya Francis, and all our NEW FRIENDS! (lol) Yesyes. I woke up excited, I will sleep excited.

(sked tomo…PE! Duckpin bowling!)

Welcome, n00b.

A week is all that’s left. I find that scary and exciting at once. Jumping into college is like creating a new character in an mmorpg for the very first time. Confusing, frustrating, and lovely. UP Diliman can certainly be compared to an rpg; you have the non-player characters, the diverse online community (the activists, the transvestites, the feminists, the atheists, and the guys from the province who don’t get city life.), and lastly, the potential hero of the game, you. The freshie, a.k.a the n00b.

But college shouldn’t be as scary as all that. Right? Yes and no. If you’re the naive type who willingly walks into a busy intersection, then you’re most probably going to be a choice target for the unscrupulous- Or you could be the sheltered child, raised in a nice home, graduating from a strict Christian school. UP comes with its very own culture shock. It’s a rude awakening for those who’ve been living under a rock for the past few years. But for the sheltered, the naive, and the commuting-challenged, the learning experience is going to be fantastic. (I’m a lucky combination of all three. Can’t wait. ^_^)

But fear not, n00b, for if you have the right connections and the right resources, life could go on much more smoothly. Knowing a few profs is a good thing, I guess. I have a few titos and titas from church, one of whom teaches Anthro10. (Sadly, his sked clashed with mine.) Knowing the CRS dude is also good. But it’s the invaluable advice you get from the older students that help a lot. I am personally thankful for the churchmates and relatives and Kuya IE, whom I harvested bits of advice from. Despite all the help, though, I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

The hugeness of the campus is what I’m worried about. The online map isn’t that helpful, but at least I know where the College of Architecture is. And the jeeps! o_o Ikot goes..from econ to somewhere, and Toki goes, from the econ building in the direction of the BA building. Simple, right? No. (x_x) But hey, that’s what blocks are for. I am bascially, the stereotypical clueless freshie who trips over things and forgets to bring things and forgets to look in the right places. But that doesn’t daunt meee! Oh no. It just…scares me. And makes me look forward to jumping in, getting killed off, regenerating, and jumping in again. It’s the experience that matters, righto? ^_^