January has been pretty eventful. On the first day, my super!idol fanfic writer, Isis CW, updated my favorite story and fueled me up with enough inspiration to improve my own writing skills. Her masterpieces have moved me in a strange way no other fanworks had. They have even provided me inspiration in my literary entries for the university’s literary folio, Imaginaccion. I’ll shamelessly say I dedicate all of those to her.
I also accepted a job as a researcher/contributor for the website The BIG NM, met the awesome boss, and pondered on so many things he talked about in our first meeting. I’m glad I accepted. I know I still need a lot to learn. ;) Then just yesterday, I received a message from a friend offering me to be a writer/promoter for someone’s blog. Once I settled the things on the uppermost notches of my priority ladder, I’ll grab the opportunity again.
Sir Jimmy and his basic photography class went to Corregidor for the CAS Week photo exhibit, and we members of the unofficial Lyceum Camera Club went with the ride. We entered the ruins of a hospital where tourists were not allowed to enter, walked through the corroding walls of barracks, and clicked away at the disintegrating structure of a decades old theatre. The trip was fun, though at the end of the day all of our purses were drained—not by the photo shoot, but by the splurge-type Japanese restaurant where we ate after the trip. XD The exhibit was a success, and all of the A3-size photographs were then “owned” by the CAS faculty members. My shots are here.
Robyn, another fanfic writer/fangirlfriend, reconnected with me and we talked about…well, fandoms. She urged me to watch True Blood and Better Off Ted (the first seasons of both I’ve done watching; I even read the book where True Blood is based, the review here), adding more things on our list that we can both squeee about when we like. She recommended some books too, and when I told her I can’t find her top rec in the nearest bookstores, she told me she’d buy one from Ebay and have it sent to me if I’ll trust my address to her. That’s so sweet of her, but I have to tell her I’ve already found the book (eureka!) a day after she presented the offer. The book’s on my to-read ‘queue’ now. :D
Sleepless nights and emptied hot-choco mugs came next, all induced by the still half-finished business plan, articles for the newspaper lay-outing class, and sample write-ups for my internship at PULP magazine (we’ve passed our resumes already this Thursday). I’m still having problems about the Economics project, but I know my group will able to work it all out before the deadline comes.
Then I met Howard Roark. :)
I met him, an architecture student, who was expelled on the morning of graduation day of Stanton University. He’s actually the protagonist of Ayn Rand’s objectivist novel, The Fountainhead. If there’s one kind of man I’ll really like, it’s going to be him. It's really hard to explain. He’s cold and selfish and is a challenge personified and is extremely unlikable that he becomes…likeable, if that makes sense at all. He is the man who is "as man should be", as Rand described him. You have to read it why this is so, I can't find the proper words to use yet. XD I haven’t finished the book yet—I still have a long way to go—but I’m readily falling in love with this character (FYI, not romantically). He doesn’t say much, mostly just a word or two, but it’s as if he’s saying everything that needs to be explicated. It's in the manner he says them, which is..indifferent. Just unfeeling. He will live as he should be—indifferent to others’ opinions, and will be himself at any cost.
I know I don't need to post this, but I just can't resist it: someone blogged this picture at Tumblr and said the model reminds her of Roark. I agree with her. Well, the rind-orange hair, the facial expression of iron conviction....The guy in the 1940’s movie is just too old for the role (I mean, the book-verse Roark is twenty two, and the actor who played him is, what, forty three or something?). Oh yes, I forgot to say—yes, he's just twenty two and it's as if he's already gone through the experiences most sixty-year-olds would have. So coldly intelligent. It quite reminds me of our professor Jet, but he's way too goofy to be Howard Roark. :p
:D And that’s it for January! Tomorrow we’ll have the last day for NSTP. I hope February will be as eventful as this month. Ta-ta!