Just Dance
This has been quite the time for meeting new people--fresh perspectives and age-old stereotypes.
First I was typecast as the bitchy, freshman-bullying "estudyanteng galing sa kabilang dako ng Katipunan."
I was prevented from playing the lesbian role that I created and very willingly volunteered to play, because I seemed more like "partygirl, yung tipong miss popularity na maraming friends" (and then being told, after all the other characters' costumes were explained in thorough detail, "yung suot mo, ganyan na, alam mo na... basta parang yung suot mo ngayon").
The lesbian role, by the way, was first assigned to another groupmate who happened to be wearing jeans, shoes, and a hoodie, and who wasn't there when the decision was made. And then it ended up getting cancelled.
I was greeted by another person with a bewildered reaction to my hate for party clothes, because, again, "I always thought you were a party person!"
The same person proceeded to tell me her mini-love story which involved the forgetting of a first monthsary and ended with "Have you ever done that? Just forgotten?" and continued with "What, really? But you really seemed like the type... Really? Huh." to my "Uhhh. No. I've never had a boyfriend."
College is a time for reinventing, and I was just a little delayed.
It's time to become the party person the world wants me. Time to just dance so things can be alright, alright.
First I was typecast as the bitchy, freshman-bullying "estudyanteng galing sa kabilang dako ng Katipunan."
I was prevented from playing the lesbian role that I created and very willingly volunteered to play, because I seemed more like "partygirl, yung tipong miss popularity na maraming friends" (and then being told, after all the other characters' costumes were explained in thorough detail, "yung suot mo, ganyan na, alam mo na... basta parang yung suot mo ngayon").
The lesbian role, by the way, was first assigned to another groupmate who happened to be wearing jeans, shoes, and a hoodie, and who wasn't there when the decision was made. And then it ended up getting cancelled.
I was greeted by another person with a bewildered reaction to my hate for party clothes, because, again, "I always thought you were a party person!"
The same person proceeded to tell me her mini-love story which involved the forgetting of a first monthsary and ended with "Have you ever done that? Just forgotten?" and continued with "What, really? But you really seemed like the type... Really? Huh." to my "Uhhh. No. I've never had a boyfriend."
College is a time for reinventing, and I was just a little delayed.
It's time to become the party person the world wants me. Time to just dance so things can be alright, alright.