4th year high school
Photo of a photo I found on Bangsal’s room’s wall when I slept over the other night! Yay for friendship!

4th year high school

Photo of a photo I found on Bangsal’s room’s wall when I slept over the other night! Yay for friendship!

My Favorite Biology Teacher Needs YOU

Biology’s my favorite branch of science! Even ask my friends. Last night I was just talking to my friends about what makes up protein, DNA, RNA, etc. Concepts like pentose sugar, cytosine, adenine, and guanine came up and I was so surprised I still remember all of those. Then I remembered my high school biology teacher, fellow musician, and friend, Sir Noel Amaya. He has inspired me in so many ways - in science as my biology teacher, in music as on of my mentors in high school, and in life as a “father figure”, especially in our immersion in Iloilo back in 2009.

He really needs all the financial help he can get.

I just found out he has aplastic anemia, a blood disorder in which the body’s bone marrow doesn’t make enough new blood cells. If it’s not treated as soon as possible, the aplastic anemia may develop into leukemia.

As the head of his family, he shoulders all their expenses, including the education of his nieces. His savings aren’t enough to fund his medial expenses. Calls for help have been spreading all over Facebook and I’ve read that his treatment include the intake of 15 vials a day which cost Php205,000, and that doesn’t include the other medical expenses.

He has inspired hundreds of girls who went to my high school and we’re all working on getting as much financial support for him as we can get as a way of giving back.

Any little bit of help will definitely go a long way. You may deposit any amount to his BPI Savings Account, Francoise Noel Amaya, 0386 4877 54

LET’S GO GUYS. Let’s help him please :( Pretty pretty please.

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2 years ago

My first (actual) attempt at using Adobe Illustrator. Good enough for me!
Also, as you can see, that’s sort of a publicity material for my first attempt at stepping up to be of service to others in college yehey it’s “campaign period” now and I’m really not good at this.
I remember when I ran for the position of Public Relations Officer of the student council back in high school. I wanted it, of course. I had always wanted to be useful. I wanted to be significant. Most importantly, I wanted to leave a mark. But it was a nightmare. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so afraid of talking to people. My slogan was “I BILLIEve”. HAHA IT WAS SO CORNY. I seriously wanted to die during campaign week, especially during our Miting de Avance. I froze on stage. 1) I have really bad stage fright. Then, I kept thinking that EVERYONE WAS JUDGING ME. They were all looking at me. It was so scary. 2) My mind was not working at all because I had an all-nighter the night before for this requirement I had to finish. I believe I gave the most stupid answer to the most difficult question raised.

Q: If you were given the chance to be the President of the United States for one whole day, what would you do?
A: Uhh. *croo croo* FRIENDSHIP!

Then I went on babbling about exclusivity, gender equality, orientalism and anything else I could think of just to be able to redeem myself. Afterwards, I had a minute to say my speech and my plans for the next school year. Problem was, I had NOTHING prepared. I was so caught up with my acads, and basketball training, and org related activities, that I wasn’t able to prepare a speech. I tried being funny but it did not work at all.

Hello, my name is Billie Dela Paz. Currently the head of Making the Band, now running as your SCB-A Public Relations Officer. So why should you vote for me? *AWKWARD SILENCE OF DEATH* you should vote for me because, uhhh, I’m Billie Dela Paz?

THE FUCK!!! I really wanted to shoot myself!!! Again, I tried redeeming myself and  went on talking about what I promise to do if elected — which wasn’t much HAHA. When I finished my “speech”, I don’t know if I’m just exaggerating, but I swear to God, only 4 people clapped and I can still name who those 4 people are. It was so awkward. Holy mother of pearl, that was the worst moment of my high school life ever.
I lost the election, and until now I’m glad I did because losing was a blessing in disguise. I was eventually appointed for the position of Club Liaison (that’s like the head of all Club Heads) and I really loved my job. I learned so much from being part of the council and I can proudly say that through my projects, I left my mark in my high school.
Now I’m hoping I’m able to do the same in my org. Win or lose, it’s A-okay. I’d be willing to help out either way! (Uy, rhyming!)

My first (actual) attempt at using Adobe Illustrator. Good enough for me!

Also, as you can see, that’s sort of a publicity material for my first attempt at stepping up to be of service to others in college yehey it’s “campaign period” now and I’m really not good at this.

I remember when I ran for the position of Public Relations Officer of the student council back in high school. I wanted it, of course. I had always wanted to be useful. I wanted to be significant. Most importantly, I wanted to leave a mark. But it was a nightmare. I had no idea what I was doing. I was so afraid of talking to people. My slogan was “I BILLIEve”. HAHA IT WAS SO CORNY. I seriously wanted to die during campaign week, especially during our Miting de Avance. I froze on stage. 1) I have really bad stage fright. Then, I kept thinking that EVERYONE WAS JUDGING ME. They were all looking at me. It was so scary. 2) My mind was not working at all because I had an all-nighter the night before for this requirement I had to finish. I believe I gave the most stupid answer to the most difficult question raised.

Q: If you were given the chance to be the President of the United States for one whole day, what would you do?

A: Uhh. *croo croo* FRIENDSHIP!

Then I went on babbling about exclusivity, gender equality, orientalism and anything else I could think of just to be able to redeem myself. Afterwards, I had a minute to say my speech and my plans for the next school year. Problem was, I had NOTHING prepared. I was so caught up with my acads, and basketball training, and org related activities, that I wasn’t able to prepare a speech. I tried being funny but it did not work at all.

Hello, my name is Billie Dela Paz. Currently the head of Making the Band, now running as your SCB-A Public Relations Officer. So why should you vote for me? *AWKWARD SILENCE OF DEATH* you should vote for me because, uhhh, I’m Billie Dela Paz?

THE FUCK!!! I really wanted to shoot myself!!! Again, I tried redeeming myself and  went on talking about what I promise to do if elected — which wasn’t much HAHA. When I finished my “speech”, I don’t know if I’m just exaggerating, but I swear to God, only 4 people clapped and I can still name who those 4 people are. It was so awkward. Holy mother of pearl, that was the worst moment of my high school life ever.

I lost the election, and until now I’m glad I did because losing was a blessing in disguise. I was eventually appointed for the position of Club Liaison (that’s like the head of all Club Heads) and I really loved my job. I learned so much from being part of the council and I can proudly say that through my projects, I left my mark in my high school.

Now I’m hoping I’m able to do the same in my org. Win or lose, it’s A-okay. I’d be willing to help out either way! (Uy, rhyming!)

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2 years ago

Parang wala namang nagbago! HAHA!

Parang wala namang nagbago! HAHA!


Couture, or whatever you call it! Hey hey, it’s me in a gown (and sneakers under)! This is embarrassing. I remember my mom forcing me to have a photoshoot before my date picked me up. and when my date arrived, we had more photos taken. My mom as a stage mother at its finest. Once in a lifetime thing. Maybe it will happen again at my wedding… or my my final vows for nun-hood. Who knows.
(Grad Ball 2010)

Couture, or whatever you call it! Hey hey, it’s me in a gown (and sneakers under)! This is embarrassing. I remember my mom forcing me to have a photoshoot before my date picked me up. and when my date arrived, we had more photos taken. My mom as a stage mother at its finest. Once in a lifetime thing. Maybe it will happen again at my wedding… or my my final vows for nun-hood. Who knows.

(Grad Ball 2010)

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2 years ago