Explosive Dreams, and Art School

Shifting away from Arki feels scary and empowering and, well, surreal. I guess this is an offshoot of ’sticking to the plan’ all my life, and having someone else plan my academic life for me. Ah well, the gears are turning in the opposite direction now. But at least there IS a direction, and I am grateful for that. Following your ridiculously huge dreams is exciting and wonderful, and adrenaline-injected. How big? First off, I want to go to school here. Yes, that word is linked to the correct site. School for Visual Arts! New York! (James Jean is from there! Will Eisner! Dave Mazzucchelli! Jared Leto and Gerard Way! Umbrella Academy was okay)

Thirteen thousand six hundred and eighty nine kilometers away from here, Manila! Four years of school over there would cost me at least 8 million pesos! Gasp!

I do not have that kind of money. And as far as background in the arts is concerned, I need more of it. Architecture did help, of course; perspective, rendering, etc. But that’s as far as it goes. Color theory? Nil. Composition? No. Presentation class didn’t help much (all plates and no actual teaching) AND THUS, my shiftage into UP Fine Arts is justified. But does it need to be justified? Do you need a reason, an excuse to follow your dreams? I think  NOT! And I know what my dreams are. Ever since I picked up that green marker and drew a fan comic of an episode of Timon and Pumbaa when I was six, I knew that I wanted to be. (a singing meerkat/warthog duo) Comics and cartooning? Animation? Illustration? I have yet to decide. But I certainly want to be involved in this field, and I am certainly passionate for it (or at least, I think I am)

Why only now, you ask? I guess I thought I could stick it out, bear the burden and all that. I realize now that I am not doing myself any favors by staying in a course that I was never really an eager beaver for. Also, Pisay approved it. Yeah, that goes to show how being a stickler for the rules doesn’t really get you anywhere. It was a fun ride. But I’d rather be awesome at something I love. Awesome Comic Book Artiste > Mediocre Architect. I’m sure you agree.

“BUT HANNAH, YOU’RE OLD!” Do I look old? Problem solved.

Yes, it is one huge prerogging, GE-less (for now), major-dropping adventure, and I can’t do it alone! Only by God’s grace shall anything happen, for I may be tiny, but my God is the infinite enormity, towering over human logic, human systems, blowing people’s minds everyday. So, so long Arki people. There will be no teary farewell (the only teary farewell will be at my funeral. Or YOUR funeral, maybe. ), and most certainly no regrets because I definitely don’t want to be an architect (although I will surely miss you all and wish you the best of luck) and I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other around. In the mean time, it is fine to assume I’ll be floating around in the infamous limbo known as NON-MAJOR and will be having a grand time triapsing about language classes, long lunch breaks, and such. At least, I hope so. Here’s to the bright, precarious future, and to, after two and a half years of  loitering, finally following your dreams.

(I will still be there at your parties, lounging on your parents’ couches, listening to your gossip. Just a heads-up, arki people.)

Kuya Ed, CAT-dissing, and the Lost Children of Anthro 10.

Fact of the day: Happy first anniversary, vladyparents! (maudrik) I can’t believe it’s already been one whole year. O_O

I walked in for math class this morning, and spotted *them*, and smiled and said good morning. Then Audrik followed me, walking backwards, so I smiled wider and said, confusedly, “Oh, and happy anniversary!” A weird look crossed daddy’s face. “Alam mo?” I nodded. “Alam mo? Pano mo alam?” I laughed. “Secret.” And then I waved and walked off to math. I was early! Celine was leaning against the doorframe, so I approached her from behind and grabbed her shoulders. “I’m early!” She freaked out slightly, of course. :3 Ma’am Paguio came the second later, so, according to Jovi, I wasn’t early. Fine. I was earlier than usual.

After a lesson on how good mathematicians are those who know how to guess the right numbers (a.k.a finding the roots of a polynomial through trial and error) we were dismissed early-ish, and headed down (but not before accompanying Jovi to buy a bluebook) to the Toki. Socsci3. A short conversation about “mr hamster” ensued with Karlos and Kira and Rev. And then I went to my seat. Warner was already there. Jackie came shortly after. No class! Ma’am Batangan had a meeting. Yesss. XD So after chatting a little about our lovely project (pr0n, ladies and gentlemen. pr0n.) Jackie and Warner and I went to FC, found Dom (who was trying to sell us raffle tickets.) and Jed, and hung out at Katag till 11:30. Erik passed by, and then we went to pick Jovi up at CAL.

And then we walked to our Anthro classroom. No one was there. Hmmm. Maybe it was a film showing, or something. Alright. We went to the SSP AVR. There were people inside. I opened the door, and found a bunch of people wearing long sleeved polos gathered around an LCD projector. Ergh. Wrong class. So we walked to the library. Wrong class again. =_= This is the price we pay for coming late. Gaaargh.

EDIT: Sir Castro was in Puerto Galera the whole time. =__= (Compliements to Paul the Tall Chinese Man.)

Anyway, after lunch, we took off for Pisay to interview Kuya Ed. Found Jackie and Garrick and Rayray in the teacher’s lounge. Garrick has a car with no gas. Garrick has no money to purchase gas. The world is cruel. :/

We went to the caf! Lots of things changed. The caf, of course, was pretty deserted. After they got food, we went to the front cause Rayray had to leave for her NatSci class. We passed the discipline office, and found Sir Talaue in it. I got my Bio notebook back!! Hahaha. Oh the 4th year over-ness. We talked for a bit, and then went up to Kuya Ed, since Jackie was calling. Jackie, Jovi, Erik, AJ and I crammed into Kuya Ed’s room and we began the interview on pr0n. But not without a lot of conversation before, after, and in between. ^__^ Kuya Ed rockxs forever. He noticed my hair, and said it was the same style during first year and early second year. Over two hundred students in our batch, and he remembers. We heard stories of our other batchmates, too. Kim, who passed by before. And Chino, whose prom picture with Nikki hangs on Kuya Ed’s wall. It’s funny that the first year children ask about us and our pictures.

I miss Pisay, but I guess visiting there today made it clear that nothing will let us relive high school as it was, exactly. Hahaha. But oh well. Twas fun going there anyway.

And oh. We watched 08’s CAT. Gah, these people (Jackie O_O hahaha) They diss the 08, but I seriously doubt 07 was that elite to begin with. But yeah, it was fun seeing them turn in circles and fidget when the officers weren’t looking. Reminds me of those horrid sunburn days with squat thrusts and standing listlessly in the field, waiting. Just waiting…

We went back to UP after that. Off to CW10 for me. Just reporting, basically. I talked to Reez the whole time (well, almost) and tried to make an ambigram of ‘Marella’. I did, eventually. It just looked like gibberish. That’s all. :p

Oh. I must get ready for bed now. Le Dad calls for us to sleep. Anyway. The last part of the day was absolutely fun fun fun.

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? ^_^

What Does Inspiration Taste Like?

hannah Portugal: what does inspiration taste like?
Cy: It depends
Cy: there’s inspiration that’s like a star
Cy: like
Cy: a star
Cy: fell into your head
Cy: there’s also
Cy: a fiery chest area inspiration
Cy: but
Cy: I find that
Cy: The star falling inspiration is much handier and more mutable and potent
Cy: than the chest
Cy: but
Cy: you’re at your best when you have both
Cy: the chest area inspiration alone doesn’t really get you anywhere.
hannah Portugal: i see..
Cy: there’s more though
Cy: there’s
Cy: the world falling apart inpiration
Cy: which happens when you’re really tired
Cy: things turn into other things
Cy: but
Cy: well
Cy: it’s like swimming
Cy: but
Cy: it’s hard to come up with anything
Cy: because you’re usually too tired.
hannah Portugal: ..i do that a lot.

Cy: it prolly comes in more flavors.
hannah Portugal: that inspiration is mixed with luck, i guess.
hannah Portugal: it’s like…
hannah Portugal: i guess inspiration would taste like theobromine.
Cy: I have never tasted theobromine
hannah Portugal: neither have i.
Cy: we’re both wrong
Cy: it’s an active ingriedient in chocolate.

hannah Portugal: hahaha
hannah Portugal: that’s the point-
hannah Portugal: :p
Cy: inspiration is
Cy: very
Cy: odd
Cy: it’s like
Cy: an
Cy: um.

hannah Portugal: it doesn’t taste like anything.
hannah Portugal: maybe.
Cy: mayeb
Cy: it tastes like everything
Cy: so that
Cy: it tastes like nothing
Cy: like
Cy: a rainbow

Sir Joey Found Me.

Now you have, too.

A New Home

I thought about it closely. And when my skin suddenly screwed up, I knew it was time to change. Creating a new blog wasn’t exactly what I planned on doing–maybe switching to another skin, or cleaning up a little. But no.

I admit, I like Blogger a lot, and will miss my two-year-old blogspot. *sniff* Born out of frustration in 2nd year, it contains almost 200 posts of hannah-rants; some relevant, and some entirely not. Why WordPress? Because Sir Martin’s Blog rockxs Because I’m looking for something a little neater that gives me more options, I guess. Well.

Here’s to a new beginning, a new blog, and a new series of misadventures. Oh dear. I can’t wait for college. Or so I think.