Rundown

Real fast now.

/// First day of teaching Art class in I.S. last Monday. Thanks to Macky who gave me this gig. Ang saya ko the whole time. When le kidz started babbling about Surrealism, I wanted to cry. There I was, teaching them about lines, when all along they were creating all these pieces outside school. One kid was into wire sculpture, one girl was experimenting with glass. Saya sobra.

/// I’m taking J 101 with the Yvonne Chua. Everyone was warning me that she has the highest standards in the department. And that I wouldn’t get any sleep from her homeworks and papers. And that I should be ready to see 4s and 5s on my papers. And that I should get used to skipping morning classes just to study for her quizzes (which she gives every meeting). They also told me that she’s freakin’ good.

We’ve met twice in class, and I’m really impressed. I’ve never had a prof this good since Sir Deza in Theory class.

(The heavy load is true tho. Two papers this week!)

/// The docu that Caloy and I made will be shown tomorrow! Yowza! I owe so much to that guy, man that weekend of editing madness was insanely fun.

/// Prod design class is o-some, my friends. Prof is pretty skilled. Like this week he’s asking us to work on 21st Century Pinoy design. At the same time, he’s asking us to watch all of Antonioni’s films just because. Class is a bit individualized and I’m liking it. Lectures and demos are done as a group (composed of all ten of us) but homeworks and projects are given based on your interest and choice of medium. Galing.

/// Moving in is the best thing in the world.

Painted threads

With a wonderful two hours of sleep coming from le office to close our pages, I went to my first day of classes. All the profs of my three subjects for the day showed up. They showed up! On the first day! Uni has truly morphed into a private high school.

BC 123 aka Television Writing aka this is gonna be boring I just know it because we’re gonna be writing on the spot in class and that’s all we’ll do all sem. Good thing is that I was able to cancel my slot in the other class with the other teacher aka I ultra love news I hate fiction things. I’m in Mam Jane’s class and she’s great. It’s true that often she just starts talking and talking and she never stops but I’d rather have someone who’s pretty open-minded than the other class’ prof who told me that I totally copied Zaido for my final script last sem. Based on her two-paragraph e-mail containing my grade, I’m sure that she didn’t even care to read past page 20. And the script was 118 pages! Boo.

BC 185 aka I honestly don’t know what this class is about. I think it’s where you decide on your thesis topic. I deeply apologize for underestimating Mam Pearl because she is the shiz. Man, nakakatawa siya.

Bahasa 10 is the best so far, and it’s great because I’m taking it everyday ’til the midterms. Sir Calizar, who’s probably a year older than me, reminds me of Bruce Springsteen sans the cocaine. Oh and my seat mate told me that when he took the Bar, he placed eighth or ninth. When he found out that we went to the same high school, he started ranting about specific teachers, recalling the most ridiculous nicks for them. He even invited me for beer but I had stuff. The guy’s a rockstar.

In the coming days I’m gonna push myself to sit down and write. I’m going to finish a fictional story, two profiles, and my piece for this week.

Judd Apatow and Seth Rogen Save Movie Comedy

So Baguio was le shiz. We went up Mt. Pulag at 1 A.M. in the morning in the mid of a Signal no. 2 (or was it 3? yehess) storm. Man, that was an (wet, wet) experience.

 

A few meters before the peak, after about a billion scratches, falls, flashlights betraying us, hallucinations of snow, broken raincoats, soaked shoes, and a heap of prayers, Carlo made Juanchi and I laugh like hell.

 

Carlo: ‘Di ba delikado ‘tong ginagawa natin?

*crickets crickets*

The whole team (deep inside): Duh.

 

700 points for Carlo for saying out loud what everyone else felt.

 

Nonetheless we made it back safely, and it was awesome.

 

P.S. Superbad is, hands-down, the season’s best film.

 

Evan: I’m not too worried about it, really. I wouldn’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. I’m not worried at all.

Well, well

 

This week I’ll be moving to a new home, and so I thought of creating this new space right here. I can’t seem to gather my thoughts in the other online journal. And it’s not like I didn’t have anything to say—I’ve chucked away a slew of pages of everyday stories in my two thick blue notebooks. I guess there was something about LiveJournal that bothered me that I couldn’t open up. Last night I was trying to whip up an entry and after managing to scribble a few paragraphs, I read through the thing and got bored.

I think that this is a good time to start something new again, something exciting. I’ll try to drop by more often than usual, like how I was with my original space that lasted for three years before Blogger deleted it when they started the whole Google collab. Annoying I know, but I guess that was a sign for me to get out of a comfort zone, to try out other things, to take another step forward.

Tomorrow I’m off to Baguio to climb Mt. Pulag, and I still can’t find my sleeping bag.