Photo blog: Profiles and then some.

I brought my family's DSLR to school with me for my photography class. Admittedly, I complained first because I was already carrying so much of my school things that I thought a DSLR was, well, too much.

I didn't think that I actually missed holding a camera, so in the end, I took advantage of it! Apart from my photography class, there was sort of an event at school today: it was the Junior's (3rd year college) Week, or something like that, and the third-batch representatives gave the students of Assumption College a treat.

The local band, Ernville invaded Assumption today as well as--drum roll, please--Kean Cipriano!

Nah. I'm not really a fan, to be honest. I've only seen his name appear every now and then on Vice Ganda's tweets (now that's the person I really want to meet!).

Anyway, as the title says, this is a photo blog--my very first, in fact! Carry on, carry on.

This is the photo I submitted for my photog class. I feel I could've done
better but I didn't know my way around campus yet so
I don't know which part of the campus held the
most beautiful subjects to shoot.

New Girl

Note: This is what I wrote for our first activity in my first meeting at Creative Writing class. We were asked to write freely. And write freely, I did. 

It's not that easy. Being the new girl? You'd probably see her wandering aimlessly in the campus, from one place to another, she always sits at the back of the class, and she's the only on not in uniform. She sticks out like a sore thumb in a sea of blue skirts and white polos, in her denim jeans and her pair of bright, red shoes.

But as much as there are setbacks to being the "new girl," there are perks:

Number one! Nobody knows who you are. You can start fresh. A clean slate. And every other cliche quote there is on changing your image. You can easily manipulate how people see you to be. So if you were a psychotic murderer, or an activist, or someone highly praised, well, congratulations. Because here you can be as normal and ordinary as you want to be. Same idea goes to those who are naturally quiet, waiting for the right opportunity to burst out in flash mob dance style.

Number two! Everything is new. Apart from a fresh batch of school supplies, new clothes, new bags, and image, maybe, something to look forward to are new people--students and professors--as well as challenges and experiences to meet head on. It's not everyday that you enter a campus wherein the women's comfort rooms are more than the men's. At one point, you can't help but ask, "Are we girls that chatty and noisy?" Or when the professors address the whole class it's "Okay, girls" and not "Okay, everyone." There's also learning something new--in the sense that, yes, you are taking up the same subjects you've already had before or that you are familiar with, but under a different professor in a different institution where pretty much the lessons and teaching technique ares, well, different. People have varying perspectives; they think and feel differently about one issue to another. Aren't you curious to know what that is? Aren't you going to at least try and figure it out?

There's probably more to these perks and setbacks that I've mentioned above. But hey, give me a break, I'm still in my first week. Sooner or later, weeks will turn to months, at the end of my first semester, it'll be another one and before I know it, I've reached a year.

For now, I'll be relishing my "new girl" status for as long as I can before I blend in and get swallowed in the sea of blue skirts.

First Day High. Take Two.

Don't underestimate the power of randomness. This week I've had urges to randomly burst out in a song, specifically the one from Zooey Deschanel's new series, New Girl. "Who's that girl... / Who's that girl..."

My very first school week is finally over! Happy to say that I somewhat survived. In all fairness, I like my classes despite being demoted back to freshman status. Not to mention, having a class in Statistics again (Read: EW.)

I won't go through a lengthy rundown of my schedule or classes. Because honestly? Some classes bore me to sleep.

Though I will tell you why, from now on, I'll be looking forward to Fridays. And it's not because it ends my very-early-(7:45 AM EVERYDAY)-very-busy-and-hectic school week.

What's the future of language altogether?

One of my biggest pet peeves would probably be the misuse of the literary language. Language is a powerful tool that is in control and can change the course of history. To get it out of the way, probably one of the factors why this is so is that I developed an appreciation for at an early age. Growing up with Green Eggs and Ham, Hop on Pop, and other creations of legendary Dr. Seuss really piqued my interest with L/literature. And that continued on as I grew up when I started writing (first on journals and attempted fan fictions/novels, then later on, weblogs) and further expanding my capacity for the written word. I took that all the way through college, thus explains why I took up a degree in Literature.

I honestly had a difficult time reading this. How about you?
Via Facebook.

So forgive me when I was irked when I saw a lengthy complaint (picture on the left) on Facebook which used words that substituted the letter |g| with the letter |q|, like so: 'nakakapaqod' instead of 'nakakapagod'; 'sayanq' instead of 'sayang', 'nqa' instead of 'nga' and so on. I saw nothing wrong with the use of grammar, for as far as the grammar of Taglish (hybrid of using the Tagalog and English language in one go) goes, it's pretty easy to manipulate. There was nothing wrong with the way the person transcribed her complaint (as in not LiKe T|-|!$), and if you look closely, there are some lapses wherein the person correctly used |g| in some of her words (spot: 'ng' and 'lang'), but still - of all the mistakes to commit (I'm still hoping that this is an error on the part of the keyboard), why the fuck something like this?

Brando Boyd

We got a dog! He's a Mini Pinscher given to us by our eldest brother (fun fact: I'm the youngest of six siblings with a pattern B-G-G-B-G-G), Kuya Jay. 

The story goes that this little guy has been walking around their house until it eventually found its way inside their home. My brother was willing to take care of him but they already have another dog, their husky Malou (another beautiful dog), to take care of. So he decided to give Obet (yeah, don't ask about the names my family gives to the pets we've owned. We've had Bubbles, Badong... and the list goes on) to us instead. 

Obet was more than welcome to our family but I told my other brother, Niño, that I really wasn't fond of the name Obet. So he decided to change Obet's name--to Brando. 

Full name: Brando Boyd (Reantaso)

Nickname: Brando

Breed: Full-bred Mini Pinscher