I’ve been spending a lot time with these lovely boys recently. Yknow, doing gay stuffs like eating pizza, squatting, lollygagging, and being vain.
Do you know the feeling when you are not yet ready for any changes in your life? Like, yes, you know that change is the only inevitable thing in this world but even when you’re informed that someday things wouldn’t be the same as before, you still get sad and hope it wouldn’t come any time soon. Although through out your entire life you were conversant with this fact.
It sucks that when you’re contented with the way things are, it is when they take it away from you. It’s like you’re being punk’d or something. Sometimes, I do think that the world is playing mind games on me. I never liked change cos it takes so much time for me to get used to it.
This is what I feel right now, cos my classes this semester start at 7o’clock in the morning and my body is not used to it.
It really, really sucks that I get too sensitive about it. I cry.
Last Thursday, My group mates and I went out to shoot for our short film requirement in Philippine Literature. We were supposed to shoot it in Pampanga but it would be too hassle for us to travel back and and forth. Good thing there’s Intramuros. However, good things always come to an end.
We were seen by one of the guards there and asked for a permit which states that we are allowed to shoot there. Of course, we do not have any. He said that we need to get a permit first at the Palacio so that we could shoot freely. Unfortunately, the Palacio place that the guard was talking about was pretty far and we might cut short in time since we only have until 2:30pm which is our second class.
In that case, we decided to go back to UST because we were in the we’re-not-accepted-here feeling. It was already lunch time and we pigged out over at some unlimited rice place. We next went to the condo of one of our groupmates and we decided to shoot on the rooftop.
We were able to shoot one scene until little did we knew that we also need a permit to use the rooftop since the guards said that there would be a meeting held there by 1pm. We were already tired and pissed because of those *permits*. Then our another group mate offered to shoot in their place at Blumentritt. There, we were assured, that permits would be unnecessary.
We decided to cut all our classes during that day but we were such lucky kids that we found out that there weren’t any classes held at all. We were about to finish all the scenes when we return to UST where we would shoot our last scene. And yes, we made it. I really hope the output will turn out to be okay.
It’s the closing week of the Quadricentennial year of UST and for this day, January 25, is the Velada Tomasina. It is a living tableau that shows the University of Santo Tomas in the perspective of the cultural milieu of Old Manila at the turn of the 19th century. Thomasians are encouraged to wear their best Period Costumes from the 19th century as we reminisce the greatness of our Alma Mater which has produced notable Philippine heroes during this era. Students are encouraged, not required. I didn’t had any plans of wearing the period costumes since it would cause a great burden in my part since I have to bring a decent costume or dress from the province to the city. However, I received a text message that the scholars are required to wear them. I wasn’t really that all in to the event so I just grabbed a top from our closet. And I ended up looking like this:
My top was as simple as a hankie. I was planning to just wear the top over my uniform, but I resulted being under-dressed. Good thing my blockmate had an etra skirt and she let me have it. My friends teased that I looked like an Indio, which was partially true since I was really under dressed compared to the others.
Even the guards were dressed as guardia sibils!
There were also kalesas and karwahes roaming around the campus, and yay I got the chance to ride on one of them.
This day was really awesome. Almost everyone participated in the said event making the campus of UST cooler than the usual days.