Glamour + Modesty

The Venus Raj look-alike in our batch :D Go, Belle!

Accidentally complimentary with one of my awesome best friends \m/

Love love the food. Eat all you can. For a few, that is. :))

One of the cameras of the night.

Boomboromboomboomboromboom bass! Like a superbass!

Diligent Student Award. Love the colored-ness of the certificate. But what's with the penmanship? And the ADWARD?

Glamour and modesty, by meaning, are seemingly complete opposites. Glamour would deal with the shining shimmering splendid clichés; modesty, more on the "Less is more" concept. But that very night of March 22, 2012, these two contradicting terms became partners-in-crime for the most awaited event of every senior year: the Seniors' Bash.

A prom equivalent, this nearly-6-hour occasion welcomed the entirely transformed seniors and invited faculty members. Our bash, named Red Carpet Rendezvous, followed the concept of awards' night, with all the accommodations and preparations complementing with the theme: the red carpet, the lights, the sounds, the group of four professional photographers, and of course the awards wherein each and every one of us would receive. As much as we wanted to have the event held in a hotel, the result would be summarized in two words: HEAVIER EXPENSES. The school is a safer place and if we were to look for a comfort room, it's easier to look for one.

Many came in with the dominant color of the night: black. But aside from the color, the head-turners were mostly the ones wearing long gowns with really long trains, most especially that particular schoolmate of mine who won the Red Carpet Queen. We also acknowledged the "transformation" of some not-so-girly students. Really, all of us were so beautiful. We felt like grown-ups at that time.

A lot of notable (and noted) scenarios were unforgettable: the runway on the red carpet, the photoshoots by four "paparazzis", never forget the food, the presentations, the ever-so-awesome video about reminiscing our high school years (with yours truly as the camera-girl and scriptwriter), the picture-takings, and the fifteen-minute-long dance party.

And yeah, my feet did hurt badly. But it was fun. :)