SATC 2

The poster pretty much explains what this entry would be about. I am dead excited to see the second installment of Sex and the City! (Hello Jana Medel! 'Hello future' ;) )

Second Best

So much for the title...

Why does my best seem to be not enough? Sounds like a cliche but it's not. For consecutive events now, all I get out of the effort I didn't fail to exert, was what was deserved of the second best. I mean, I exerted extra effort (compared to what I did in my Junior year :D) to make whatever event I belong into produce something worthwhile and yet I get nothing out of it - if disappointments and the like don't count. :))

We didn't bag the grand prize in the Play Prod. But still, we could use even just a pinch of appreciation you know :-":)) I'm no hypocrite to say that that didn't bother me okay? HAHA. Enough of my sarcasm =)) Finally, I'd like to commend Cha Valeriano for doing an excellent job in Micheau's production, her class being the recipient of the best play prod award.



Anne De Tilly

The Poster

Just what exactly does it take someone to finally accept defeat? Fast paced. For the nth time, I found myself aloof and detached from what's happening around.

Quote above doesn't have anything to do with this entry. It just sort of stuck in my head :)) Our Play Prod has been occupying most of the time I reserved for myself every weekend for the past week. Somehow, I'm starting to feel the weight of it all, heavy loaded and more. Not that I have any right to complain considering that for the first time in my entire life in HS, I didn't play any important or vital part in our class production. :)) So yeah, I'm starting to become a bore I know =))

Here's our draft of Paranoia's Poster:


I tried editing. It's nothing compared to Micheau's edits though (Claps to Cha Valeriano)

Paranoia

Finally, the rushed yet well-thought of play of our section had its title: Paranoia. I instantly liked the plot of the story since it's not something common. It encourages anyone who read the script to widen their imagination and learn how to play with it. Talk about critical reading. So anyway. We all met up in Whiteplains where we had our first practice. I arrived late because of... :"> =))



Louizel Pinoy


Loulai Hernandez

Cupcake

Just plain thoughtful gift from a very caring friend :) Thanks Janica!

We Survived

Our batch had our 2-day-1-night camping last 20-21 November. The moment we laid eyes on our campsite, we shared the same opinion: it didn't feel like we'll be roughing it out. The venue was in St. Paul San Miguel. So yeah, camping inside a school. Blah. But every opinion changed when the activities were on progress. The sun was burning too hot, we didn't actually anticipate that the temperature there would be that high. Tent perching, magnifying glass, lighthouse, capture the flag, cooking, interaction with St. Paul San Miguel students, bonfire, cooking for breakfast, buying in the market, chicken killing, fish cleaning, cooking for lunch, cleaning up, mass.



Patrol 4 :>

I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh

I've been doing a lot of thinking these past few days. Certain thoughts can't easily be set aside, I realize. It takes a single train of thought to put my system into its chaotic state once again. But not to worry for I'm steadying my defense for quite sometime too. I had already anticipated this thing coming. I considered all possible reactions I may have once everything took place. I made myself as prepared as a soldier can be, ready to battle against anything. Impetuous as it may sound though, I wasn't able to anticipate the contrasting feeling that I may have felt if the opposite of what I was expecting would have come instead. I didn't even perceive this option was possible, considering where my emotional state was prior to this event. Surprise surprise. I was stunned at how things resulted into. Since when did my seemingly unending problem fix itself on its own? I mean, I was taken aback by how the once complicated problem I used to have for a long time suddenly flashed before my very eyes, presenting itself to be a thing in the past now. Time really heals. And I love the feeling of being freed from all the agonizing conditions I put myself under.



... But I never knew the laughs would make me cry.

The Making

Last 19 October, our class (Anne De Tilly) had our grad pics taken. Everyone of us had our hair and make up done by the stylists. Lucky for some, they were made over by a good stylist. Anyway. There were some who caught my attention after seeing their transformation. I mean, I didn't know they were capable of looking that good :P :)) [sorry for the comment] As for my look, I didn't like any single bit of what they put on me. And being someone who couldn't just let something pass by without me pinpointing what didn't please me, I changed my make up. I rubbed off some, and I added some. Let's put my ranting aside now. I made my own photoshoot wherein I took my classmates' 1x1 pics. Hahaha. Here are the samples of their 1x1s.

I did some editing of course

And here's my 1x1: =)))))