Melissa Luz Lopez
Issa, Mel, Ice, Baby, Magic Shorts.
Journ senior. Iska.
An aspiring writer and an enthusiastic learner. Hopes to be a piano major in the future.
Cheerfulness is my disease, and I intend to start an outbreak.
Matagal na akong hindi naniniwala sa love at first sight.
Magkaibang konsepto ang pag-ibig at pagkaakit. Wala akong ganoong magandang masasabi tungkol sa mga taong madaling mabihag sa panlabas na anyo. Aaminin ko, may mga pagkakataong ako mismo’y nabibiktima nito, ngunit kung gaano kadali ko itong naramdaman ay ganoon din ang bilis ng paglipas.
Habang nagmumuni-muni ako kanina (o sa madaling-salita, napilitang manahimik dahil kinailangan kong mapag-isa), napansin kong mas mahalaga sa akin ang aking mga naririnig mula sa isang tao o bagay. Sa pakikinig, mas maraming matutuklasan. Mas madali ang pagkilala, at ang pagpasya kung karapat-dapat ba o hindi dapat pagtuunan ng pansin iyon.
Napatunayan ko ito sa mga kantang laman ng aking telepono ngayon. Alam ko na kung ano ang taste ko: ang unang measure ng bawat kanta ay ang pinakamagandang tono. Hindi ko alam kung bakit, ngunit ito ang lagi kong hinahanap — ang simulang mga nota. Parang leadng balita, ika nga naming mga peryodista. HAHAHA.
Umiibig ako hindi sa unang tingin, ngunit sa unang dinig. Tinitimbang ko ang unang mensahe.
By Arianne Christian Tapao and Mikhaela Dimpas, Tinig ng Plaridel
Last Wednesday afternoon, Political Science professor Dr. Perlita Frago-Marasigan was reportedly attacked and robbed at the Palma Hall (AS) parking lot. Initial reports said she was handcuffed and driven around the campus by still unidentified men before taking her possessions and leaving her in broad daylight.
Though she managed to report the incident to the police, this security lapse has raised more questions on safety around the campus, especially when similar incidents have recently taken place inside the national university.
I am too energetic — or so, my mother says.
Thanks to my fast metabolism, I burn away the food I eat once I get them. While it may sound lucky, it’s actually not because I get hungry more often, which is a problem when I’m anywhere but home. I pity my wallet for this.
So this semester, I decided to invest some of my “extra” energy into something new. I enlisted in a Streetdance class for my last (credited) PE. I wasn’t so sure I would get a slot, for it was among the popular PE choices, but my graduating status got me in.
Come first day, I didn’t quite know how to fit in — I didn’t know anyone in the class, and I didn’t have the same freshie camaraderie skills to pull me through. Luckily, I spotted a familiar face during the second meeting, and he, along with a newfound friend, became my buddies for the rest of the semester.
PE was very exciting. While Coach Von, our instructor, gave the class a chill, laidback feel, some of the choreography were challenging. I liked the class very much that it even came to a point when PE was the best part of my Tuesday-Thursday schedule.
This PE took me to Ateneo on a Sunday night, got me a picture with rapper Abra, had us scouting for denim vests and yellow v-necks, lost in Marikina on a rainy Saturday night — yet all these hassles were worth it.
Taking this PE was refreshing, and it took me into the world of hiphop and street. It was a great opportunity to take a break from all the journalism work in class and in Tinig ng Plaridel, yet not too boring for me to lose interest in. While I can’t completely say I am confident with how I move, at least I knew how much I can (and should) improve.
Now, I look forward to taking Advanced Street on my last semester in UP, simply for the fun of it — I hope my grade and CRS perminyhow, here’s the video of our two-minute Dancing in September performance, courtesy of a classmate. It took at least a month for the class to put it together. You be the judge — all I know is we all had fun grooving to our track. ;)
The craziness has come to this: awkward poses in the middle of UP’s (too) soft and breezy fields at a time of thesis proposal, paper deadlines, legwork, and org duties.
Barely a month left. Still four weeks to go. Bye-bye, sleep. We shall reunite come mid-October.
Forgive the vanity. Help me cope.
Wala, baliw na ‘yan.
Hello there, 19-year-old Mel.
I know you think you’ve been through a lot this year, and you think your shorter-than-short hair is a manifestation of the more mature you. You’re slowly getting used to the idea of being the senior — sometimes dubbed the expert, even. Well, you’re not. Always remember that.
Don’t just abandon writing just because you’ve miraculously found yourself in a position of authority. Don’t ever think that your writing skills are A+, or that you’ve had enough journalism experience to last a lifetime. You may be good enough, but don’t settle for that! The Mel I know despises mediocrity. Are you still the same person? I really hope so.
So this is me, an omniscient Other, writing a wake-up letter to shake your nerves awake. Writing is the focus, everything else are but mere excuses. Don’t let your pen slip through your fingers. This is your passion — never forget that. For if you stop being passionate, can you still say you lived for anything?
Come on, girl. Just shut up and write. Promise ourselves that.
le me, with hair — early 2011
Too weird for my life!
Forgive the vanity. I missed Tumblr and suddenly felt the urge to post something so that people know I still check in here every so often.
My life has been zooming past me without much noticing, until now when it has finally sinked in that I am a senior student. Within roughly four years, I have taken huge steps forward, and hopefully only a few baby steps back. I have always taken my hair hostage with every stressful semester, only to let it run short, wild and free after every academic period.
In my years in UP, I have gone from short, medium-length, and waist-long hair; from Dora to Daniel Padilla; and from dalaga to boy-next-door. HAHA. The person within stayed the same, though — perhaps only wiser with each passing day.