Bliss

listening to: the song stuck in my head - The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani
mood: grounded but consummate euphoria

...So this is bliss.

Hello, it's been a while since you filled my heart and gave spright to my steps.

Let me do a recap. My last post was when, July-somethingish? And lookie, its already August!

Last week, (and perhaps the weeks preceeding that) was terrible. Some of my plates had to be passed late, and I missed an anatomy plate. That's a 5 in my record. It's really all too depressing, knowing that I had enough time and resources to pass that plate, but due to procrastination, you know what happened. Irresponsibility. Guilt-free for sometime, but costly.

I'm worried for my scholarship, which has enabled me to pay only a fourth of the regular CFAD student tuition fee.

I'm doing well in CTEC, MDR, DC and my other academic and drawing subjects. Anatomy is the only class I fail at. All my plates have grades of 2s. And I must maintain a 1.75 GWA.

And because I'm too lazy, a copy&paste comment from Josh's blog:

..I can empathize.

A drawing plate requires at least 5 hours of mental bleeding and relentless hand & eye abuse, while keeping your sanity intact. The friendly company of a cold glass of Extra Joss or piping hot coffee optional.
When submission time comes around, your prof takes a single look at your plate, mutters something minimalistic (say, “too small”), encircles said area of error, and jots down, rather unceremoniously, a 2.75, or 3 if you’re lucky; otherwise an ominous 5 should suffice for his perfectionist standards.

Down goes the aforementioned 5 hours of inhuman torture. And in that way you are reduced to being what they like to brand “a mediocre artist.” (Emphasis on mediocre).

Frustration, yes. And a damnable amount of it.

…Meanwhile thoughts of shifting come to mind.

Sorry for the disjointed incoherence. Misery loves company, as they say.

But today I feel different--like I'm in the eye of a storm; whilst everything is around me is apocalyptic and such, I find a place of solace, in this case, a moment, a reason to smile and laugh all of it away.

I've been plugging my Social Dance class too much in my blog and for good reason: it gives more endorphins than any amount of chocolate. Just today, we had our practice from 8AM-12PM (classes were suspended in the morning due to a convocation of all the faculty members of UST) of our latest dance, swing. Swing. Elegance, beauty, style, gracefulness and whatnot. But we defied all that. Think post-modernism in writing. Think maximalism. That's what we did, or rather, what our choreographer made us do (my partner Jesper [it has come to mind that maybe I shouldn't put names, but what the hell]). Our song? The Sweet Escape by Gwen Stefani, 1.2 times faster than the original version. Our dance? We didn't do any of the basics our prof taughts us. We mixed and matched them with other types of dance steps, and made-up ones. What we came up with was a hybrid of futuristic, fun, swing dance of sorts. Something.

(A video might be posted. Words are not enough to describe our... um, unique--no, eccentric dance. XD)

Despite the bucketfull of sweat, the killer hills, the amount of time, the torrential rain and the glaring sun (hello, poem ba ito? :D), the many mistakes, the many wrong dips and the twisted turns; the hateful bottomful-bottomless feeling of waiting, the numbing, gnawing hunger, the dry laughter, the tiring overall effects of practice, and the disappointment of our prof (the steps were good, kenkoy, nakakatuwa. Maganda, bagay na bagay sa music. Kakaiba. Dumumi lang yung execution. Nagkagulo kayo. Hindi malinis. Kalat. [reader, please take note that this is my version of what my prof said. The original may vary. The meaning is still the same, I assure you. But never trust my selective memory. Heh.]), it was worth it. It was fun. I am being completely honest when I profess that I now really love dancing. It's... a different form of self-expression for me. Credit goes to my lovely group-mates (who're always on party/hyper-mode =))

And coming from a (former?) nerd/geek/anti-social killjoy, that's saying a lot.

Let it suffice for me to say that I'm happy. Blissful. Euphoric.

To all my group mates (not that you'd probably be able to read this) thank you! <3<3<3

SO WE'RE A LITTLE CRAZY.

But that's how we roll.

-from a logo thingy from friendster

Insanity, 1. Society, 0.

I know don't make sense--I don't intend to. To whoever is reading this: Thank you. I love you. God bless. And (for the first time I'm fully appreciating our Filipino class):

I'M HAPPY YOU'RE ALIVE.

Go on. Spread the love crack. Haven't you heard that lunacy is the new black?

*Panic! lyrics-writing mode XD*

Lastly, I want Ryan Ross in my closet. XDD

Backlogs'll be posted soon.)

God bless y'all.