Last Friday, I modelled for our regional organization (UP SOCCSKSARGEN) for Kalye Kultura organized by the International Club of UP. It was an event where regional and cultural organizations in the university (well, not all of them; there were only 8 who joined, really) diverge, set up booths, showcase food and stuff.
I'm supposed to be T'Boli or Manobo. I'm not so sure; perhaps it's a mixture. I wore two malongs, as a headdress and a sash, and propped up a T'Boli necklace on my neck. I think it's pretty plausible. My face is a little crappy. I wasn't able to sleep much (just two hours, in the afternoon) because I spent the whole night preparing for my Political Science 180 (Introduction to International Relations Exam) which I think turned out quite well. I think I need to arrange my time and be more productive in less hours. I have to sleep early everyday. :|
June 04, just before my birthday. As I was silently lying in bed in Tita's house (and yes, mom and I finally got a bedroom inside), Pie sent me a message and suddenly invited me to go to Greenhills Shopping Center with Bryan and Nicole. And so we were there. That week, Dad was here too for yet another PNB seminar. So after that we went to Megamall and met Dad. On my birthday, which was the next day, was Dad's last night in the metro. So we, he and my mom and I, had a whole roast chicken at Kenny's to celebrate my birthday (where I came from a very tiring photoshoot, earlier posts).
We discovered Yogurt Froz, another expensive yogurt ice cream thingy, at Hobbes and Landes. Perfectly yummy. <3
June 16 was the Freshie Concert, where we in the organization assisted Block 2 to go to the UP THeater for that event. Many as we are, we were only able to assist one blockless freshie at the moment, while Block 2 enjoys their Math class.
June 25, Friday afternoon, was time to Overhaul: the UP Political Society Applicants' Orientation. And yes, there are what, 16 or 17 or so that many as it is, applicants for this semester. Kinda scary yet moving. :)
By June 28, Monday, Marco and friends ambushed me and dragged me to the insides of Katipunan Avenue, for an hour of Rockband and for an eternity of debt accumulation. :( Yes, it was indeed fun and I enjoyed the drums and the bass, but not the heavy rain that made us wet after.
The Fender Stratocaster. Epic.
Jella. And her epic hair.
I. AM. SO. HUNGRY.
Owen and Archelle. Probably one of the weirdest couples I had ever known. Yes, they're pretty normal and cute, but somehow sometimes I find them weird.
June 29 was no-class-tomorrow night. It was intended for Molave's Talent's Night by new residents. But something unforeseen ocurred and it ended up into one of Molave's happiest night this month: the Grand Molave Chain. Basically, it is still the Talent's Night, minus the formality of the event.
Can I enumerate us? No. I don't think I can. Basically we're last year's batch of newbies at Molave (except for Tabel, the only girl in the picture with the glasses since she's like Batch '05 by student ID).