Thursday, November 24, 2005
Last 2 days
Yes! The landline is fine again, and I can go online at home again.
Yesterday was a long day. I was in school from 8:15 in the morning up till 9 in the evening. Fun! That's longer than 12 hours!
Started with a graded recitation in theology. Managed to wing it somehow when he called me. I thought he wouldn't, but just a few minutes before the bell, poof, he called my name.
Helped with carting the items for the belen exhibit of Fr. Javella in December. The container vans were parked in front of Gonzaga, and they were already bringing up some of the stuff when I got there from philo class. Dumped my things in the painting room, then went back down to help. I only got to carry a few things up to the exhibit hall, though. Why is it that people, even other females, think that girls can't carry more than a very light basket anyway? Fine, many of the stuff were big and bulky, but two girls could have managed it, right? It would have gone faster. And those paintings didn't weigh much. We had to assert ourselves yesterday for them to let us carry one each to the exhibit hall. And I didn't know whether to feel insulted or what because, whenever the delivery guys passed us in the staircase, they would make comments like, "O, talo ka nung mga babae! Naka-dalawang balik na sila!" Um, I was carrying a painting. They were carrying these big shelves. Makes you think they're being sarcastic and all. *rolls eyes*
Spent the next few hours in CTC 102, where Yumi's exhibit is set up. It's airconditioned, which would be a plus during these days, when it's summer hot, and you feel as though you're going to melt or burn away if you so much as go out of the room.
And then, lit night. We stole a bunch of rocks from the zen garden to decorate the candles we were supposed to set up. Listened to the poetry readings while trying to do what we were supposed to do. I loved Sir Larry's poem. And he looked so nervous beforehand that he seemed a lot more human than most of the other readers. It was hard getting people to sit down, though. Most preferred to stand at the edges of the tent, watching from afar.
My Lord stopped by for awhile. He showed me his stack of law readings and asked me if it was really what I wanted. Wasn't up to another law school lecture though, so I turned away and muttered, "Next topic, please." We pestered him while he was there, gave him a hard time for looking down on us creative writers. Wala lang, pang-asar lang haha.
Today, I only had practicum. Damn, pressure's piling up. Feels like an avalanche. We still don't have a publisher, and we're running out of time. And Missy is starting to get mad. In her own way.
We carted Belen exhibit items again. This time, without people telling us girls that we can't carry things. We carted them from the exhibit hall to the tech booth up the stairs through the hole in the ceiling. Reminds me of a trapdoor. Some of us carried the rest to the FA Theater, but I was one of the people who were in charge of the tech booth. Damn, but that room above was stuffy. Hot, stuffy, and small. By the time we were done, we were hot, sweaty, exhausted, thirsty and stained with dust and newsprint. But, in some wierd way, I actually enjoyed the manual labor. More for the resume! Ha. That seems to be all I can think about these days.
Just a quote to end this entry: "Art is the lie that tells the truth." - Picasso, I think. I'm not sure if that's the exact wording of the quote, but it's close. Just struck me when I read it on the styrofoam cup last night. I know it must be stupid, but it just makes so much sense, and it fits our fa festival theme so much. Heh.
Yesterday was a long day. I was in school from 8:15 in the morning up till 9 in the evening. Fun! That's longer than 12 hours!
Started with a graded recitation in theology. Managed to wing it somehow when he called me. I thought he wouldn't, but just a few minutes before the bell, poof, he called my name.
Helped with carting the items for the belen exhibit of Fr. Javella in December. The container vans were parked in front of Gonzaga, and they were already bringing up some of the stuff when I got there from philo class. Dumped my things in the painting room, then went back down to help. I only got to carry a few things up to the exhibit hall, though. Why is it that people, even other females, think that girls can't carry more than a very light basket anyway? Fine, many of the stuff were big and bulky, but two girls could have managed it, right? It would have gone faster. And those paintings didn't weigh much. We had to assert ourselves yesterday for them to let us carry one each to the exhibit hall. And I didn't know whether to feel insulted or what because, whenever the delivery guys passed us in the staircase, they would make comments like, "O, talo ka nung mga babae! Naka-dalawang balik na sila!" Um, I was carrying a painting. They were carrying these big shelves. Makes you think they're being sarcastic and all. *rolls eyes*
Spent the next few hours in CTC 102, where Yumi's exhibit is set up. It's airconditioned, which would be a plus during these days, when it's summer hot, and you feel as though you're going to melt or burn away if you so much as go out of the room.
And then, lit night. We stole a bunch of rocks from the zen garden to decorate the candles we were supposed to set up. Listened to the poetry readings while trying to do what we were supposed to do. I loved Sir Larry's poem. And he looked so nervous beforehand that he seemed a lot more human than most of the other readers. It was hard getting people to sit down, though. Most preferred to stand at the edges of the tent, watching from afar.
My Lord stopped by for awhile. He showed me his stack of law readings and asked me if it was really what I wanted. Wasn't up to another law school lecture though, so I turned away and muttered, "Next topic, please." We pestered him while he was there, gave him a hard time for looking down on us creative writers. Wala lang, pang-asar lang haha.
Today, I only had practicum. Damn, pressure's piling up. Feels like an avalanche. We still don't have a publisher, and we're running out of time. And Missy is starting to get mad. In her own way.
We carted Belen exhibit items again. This time, without people telling us girls that we can't carry things. We carted them from the exhibit hall to the tech booth up the stairs through the hole in the ceiling. Reminds me of a trapdoor. Some of us carried the rest to the FA Theater, but I was one of the people who were in charge of the tech booth. Damn, but that room above was stuffy. Hot, stuffy, and small. By the time we were done, we were hot, sweaty, exhausted, thirsty and stained with dust and newsprint. But, in some wierd way, I actually enjoyed the manual labor. More for the resume! Ha. That seems to be all I can think about these days.
Just a quote to end this entry: "Art is the lie that tells the truth." - Picasso, I think. I'm not sure if that's the exact wording of the quote, but it's close. Just struck me when I read it on the styrofoam cup last night. I know it must be stupid, but it just makes so much sense, and it fits our fa festival theme so much. Heh.
# Lyn found a missing piece @ 6:30 PM 
