Eve in the Year 2011 ♪

My 2011.. I felt that time has been too short for me. Days pass too fast that even a minute seemed precious. Now, I am about to leave the year 2011, where only memories could go back in time.

I am the one taking the picture.

In the opening of my 2011, I remembered my New Year where the only ones with me were my friends since my father was sleeping that time =DD. We with trumpos, like they were hats, we ate together like a family, instead of eating with our own. It was fun yet a bit lonely since all the New Years that I celebrated were with my family.

My Birthday came next. January 5. All I did, since there was class that day, was to order from Mcdo to treat my class and the faculty and staff since I felt that a little soon I am about to leave my high school.

We also had Sport Fest, also called Intramural, that time at the same time we also had this Dance Festival. Though we didn't win, at least we are second to the winners. And about the Sport Festival, I did join something, Dart Singles though, I lost. Yeah, I lost and I only got the third place. Also, since I don't have any camera that time since it was snatched, I kept on borrowing cameras from one person to another.

We also had a Retreat as the final requirement in Values Education. We sang and dance for the Lord, knew bible heroes and stories. We also had a groupings, get to know others, played a skit, and made a bracelet.


The High School Festival was probably that most darggy part of the my highschool. Why. Well, the organizations were united as one and made a whole week program. It was tiring for a photojournalist like me since I am the one documenting all the activites. In a whole week, I was running like mad, all around the university (My school is a university at the same time so it was big to begin with) and it was so tiring. I almost felt like dying. Maybe the students were having fun but for me that is running like hell all day it may be not. There were quiz bees, games, marathons and contests. The last day there was a battle of the bands, where the highschool students go wild as their bet started singing in the stage. Of course, the event was succesful, at the same time tiring. There was a lot of cleaning to do afterwards, and there's no profit.

We had a chapel service in the month of February for Valentines Day. And of course it is one of the last Chapel Service there will be in our year, which is saddening. Also, the issue about the JS Prom is going around that time. Last year we had one because of the petition. This year the principal made it's decision to have a Senior's Ball rather than JS, but that one never happened as well.

March was our moment. The Lasts of the Lasts. We had to pass this examination to be able to go to college. We had the Last Chapel Service and the Last CAT. Everything is about to end and is about to start. I studied a bit since I know that teachers will go easy on us because we are about to garduate. And what I am anticipating came out when the examination went out. I passed with flying colors. I even got a high mark on all of Mathematics subject (it was high for me but for the class it is probably low because most of them got perfect, and I am in the star section). And so we proceed to our graduation practice for 5 days. We only sang and was oriented on how to enter the stage. That's all. =P

The Graduation. The name itself is too much of a drama. For me, it's just the usual graduation that I usually take when I succeed a year in school. But I know in myself that it's different this time because the friendship we built is stronger than the ones in elementary. My mother went home for graduation. I also got a new camera that time. In the day of the graduation, I was late. Well, our High School Graduation was held in Tagaytay and since both of my parects are OCW, who are also probinsyanos from Cebu and Mindanao, I doubt that they are familiar with the venue too much. The program was funny even though I one of the graduates I am still doing work. I am still taking pictures and was helping with the projector and powerpoint. I recieved at least two awards that time: Loyalty Award (lol) and the Peer Helper Movement Facilitator of the Year, thanks to Ma'am Tess. After the program, I went home immediately since I know I had some finishing work tomorrow.

I went back to school, to pass the remaining pictures that are needed to be passed to our publications. I saw our Club Adviser, Ma'am Raq.I was late... again. It wasn't my fault anyway since my father won't let me go because he reasoned out that school's finish and I don't need to go which honestly pissed me off so I really did go. And so we went on the work and etc. Then, I went to my math teachers to give her the printed grades she asked me to work on. After that, I went to SM a bit with my editors and went home.

I am again the one taking pictures.
Someone needs to sacrifice in order
to take some keepsake moments.

It is indeed vacation but it is also the season to say goodbyes with my friends and schoolmates because we are about to part ways. And so we went on with our Farewell Party, At first we had this Program where all the 4th years go and ate together. We also had a small speech with our advisers and exchange words of gratitude with along with a powerpoint. We were happy and sad at the same time, back then. Others cried, not me. =P Since I know, we'll meet pretty soon. And so the after we went to swimming with our class only. That was fun, we played, we swam, we played then swam again. Then we went home tired but happy.

And so my vacation didn't finish from that, I spent some time with my parents before my mother leave again for work overseas. We went out and ate, do shopping and etc. Those were happy times.

I also spent some time with my friends, we talked, played, went window shopping (because we don't have money since it's vacation) and went swimming as well.

And after my mother left, and I was tired from going in and out. I stayed at home for the rest of the vacation. I downloaded and played games, read books, chatted online, made blogs, write journals, eat and sleep. In other words, I just lazed around.

After some weeks, I bought all the things I need for college and I am ready to go. When I enrolled for Communication Arts, the course written in my registration form is Computer Science. That time I panicked that I lost my phone (=.=), and I made my father changed it for me. And so the next day, I was enrolled in the same college but again different course, Broadcast Journalism. I don't mind though.

Myth of the Human Body with
Kuya Jason, our Tour Guide

ICCS

College of my First Year. There was so many things happened in my first semester. I became the president and attended meetings. I went to some formal seminar called KEYS, where all of us dressed gorgeously and handsomely. We also had a field trip in Biology, where we went to Amazon Zoo, La Mesa Eco Park (where we didn't get to savor the place because it rained) and to the Myth of the Human Body (It was fantastic!). We had General Assemblies, CLA and of our own courses where we get to meet successful alumni and alumna. We also went to ICCS, where we get to meet great speakers from the media world.

That is ME and this was an accident
stolen shot. =DD

In my second semester, the thing I remembered and love the most was the Expo Trip where we went to  the two biggest media company in the country. GMA and ABS-CBN. I get to talk and meet Arnold Clavio and Mike Enriquez in GMA. John Estrada, Toni Gonzaga and Angel Aquino in ABS-CBN. I also saw Robi de Guzman, Alessandra de Rossi though I didn't get the chance to talk with them. It was quite a sight to be in such companies and somewhat makes me feel that I was to graduate and work this instant!

Now, we had to do our Preliminaries. Study and Review. Also our Projects and Requirements. And then all that's left is the Christmas Vacation.

There are so many things that happened in my 2011. And it all helped in contributing the ME of today. And now that 2012 is about to take over and 2011 to say its farewell, the ME of today is anticipating for more memories to make in the coming days, weeks, months and years to cherish. And so in the future may be, I could return to those places where my memories will take me to, though I could only go back to the place, and not the memories, all I could do is make one as I return to the places where I used to cherish and treasure. ♥

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In the beginning, the great goddess of Eve-ilish named Yvonne made the blog of yvonnescence... and that great being Yvonne is actually ME.

This actually taken at our home. 

Ciao, Everyone~!
My name is Yvonne Rose Anne. 16 years of age with the height of 5'6" and a student currently taking Broadcast Journalism in Cavite's Premiere University De La Salle University.

I put on a wig!

I'm an otaku. I'm a geek. I'm a nerd. Creepy. Yeah, I even scare myself most of the times. I love reading manga (japanese comics) and watching anime (japanese animations). I once dreamt of being a mangaka or manga artist/author and produce my own anime but I guess it's just a childhood dream of mine. I originally planned to take a writing course, which is Communication Arts and study Animations in an Arts University, specifically St. Benilde, afterwards. I don't know why the heck I end up taking Broadcast Journalism. Maybe because the reality is calling me back from the world of imagination. I was just melancholic, maybe because both of my parents are in abroad, working and I can't talk to anyone since I was sort of bullied back then because of my weird personality, which I am aware of. And probably because of loneliness I left reality for a while and went on being an otaku (term used on a person obsessed on a specific field in my case it's animes and mangas). But even if being an otaku made me somewhat weird and silly, I can still think normal, and thank goodness, I'm not yet retarded. But for that little time I spent on being an anime fanatic and a mangareader, I became a bit happy. And I guess it helped me become a better writer (maybe because my imagination ran wild enough).

Me back then in Highschool.

With all that, it will probably be a bit surprising if I told you I was a Photojournalist in my highschool days, since journalism is a field of reality and otakuness is a field of delusions (haha). Those are completely different things. But before I became a photojournalist in our school's newspaper, I was a student librarian. Even though I was loud and restless, most likely a fidget, I was accepted to do the job. It's not like I only read mangas, also read novels you know. And I love the smell of the library filled with books (ah~ my first love). The secret garden, Harry Potter Series, Bob Ong Works, Mythology are the first books I've read in my stay as the student librarian. At the same time, I was also the Assistant Secretary in the Guidance Office back then. Me and the Guidance Counselor were so close, we're like Mother and child (haha). But then because having to write, read, and organize stuff from one place to another makes me look like a boring person (not that I'm thinking that I am one), I handed the student librarian job to a good friend of mine and the assistant secretary to one of my classmates. Then I passed a letter to the Guidance office and I was accepted as the new President of the Peer Helper Movement. My luck didn't stop from that and I was accepted (though the process was not easy and was harsh) as the senior photojournalist. It was more busy than before but I felt thrice the fun than before because I get to know more people and gain more friends. I loved my camera back then and the smell of the photos (I'm married to photojournalism that time), also the smell of our office, which was very messy yet quite organized(?). But I guess having all those good things doesn't mean that I only had good stuff, of course my academics suffered from being too active in curricular. Though I passed, barely made it alive and here I am in my 1st year in college at La Salle.

Now, I'm quite different from before. I guess, I'm more mature (what?!). Unbelievable but true. Instead of reading manga all the time and watching anime, I got interested in reading opinion blogs about the society, editorial articles, and watching documentaries. My tastes changed quite a bit, but I'm still an otaku. Also, even though I am a Born Again, Christian, and I was so holy before, reading different versions of the bible because I wanted to join Bible Quizzes yet I was not picked all the time, instead they chose a honor student all the time, well I don't really mind because I won the psalm writing contest back then. Yet in contrast to the me now, I was more of a Secularist in terms of thinking. Well, I'm not an Atheist, just a Secularist. Those two are different in case you are confused on what those two are, Atheism is simply disbelief of unknowable mystical being while Secularism is the principle of seperation of the church and the state. [Atheism can be "dogmatic", as religion, on the other hand, Secularism, which is political or ideological, stresses the importance of freedom (e.g., freedom from religious rule or dogma or doctrines) and rights.] And I am also a Christian. Yeah, it's confusing but I'm pretty much like that. =P

Me in my childhood days.

I remember back then when I was a child I was two then when I learned how to count and introduce myself. I was three when I learned how to write and spell. I was four when I learned how to read. I was the "best in reading" in preschool and the "most jolly" in kindergarten. I was also scolded in my little "f" because I insisted on using "F" (like surFing) on how I write back then in my second year in gradeschool because I thought it was unique. Come to think of it, I was an achiever back then in gradeschool, I even had a speech in my graduation. It all contributed to what I am now today. Now I was thinking back then, that the me right now would never be the "me" without those people I encountered, my friends who supported me, my parents who encourage me and of course the "me" that made the effort to build her own self for the time being. AMEN.