the play last night was a hit. ive been crying since.



my reflection paper:



Everything started with the dire need of an 18-unit load. It was a choice I had to make between Malikhaing Pagsusulat 10 and Theater 11. I felt inclined to prerog for MPs 10, but eventually, because Tina kept pleading me for us to try the latter, I gave in — and I’m mighty glad I did. We stood outside CAL 204, cautious to enter the room because we were half an hour late and to kill time, we acted and dubbed ourselves ‘seaweeds.’ Little did we imagine that we were going to be and experience so much more than that.


I fell in love with Harlene the very first time I read the script that I couldn’t see myself playing any other role. I felt her inside me: all the tension, the pain, the need to be loved and given attention, the pretense of happiness through practice of escape, the desire to release all that she was feeling and the inability to, and it was this last that served as my motivation to do the role.
There were many trials.

That night when Nanay Gn cried, I cried, everybody felt really low will always remain fresh in my head. It was the peak of our depression. Other members of the cast and even the production staff complained, some even wanted to quit. But I had to hold on to the principle that governed my life: NEVER QUIT. It was this that I always told my friends, my brothers and sisters in this production, and here we are now…achievers.


Today is March 18, the day after the play. I’m sitting in front of my machine, thinking of all the things that Dulaang Dimalipad taught me, crying for these things. DD broke my heart, yes, many times, but it made me whole as a person, it developed my character. DD taught me teamwork, strength, perseverance, creativity, appreciation, love for work, confidence, industry, and above all, friendship. The seemingly insurmountable tasks proved hard but very rewarding. All the dreaming and scheming paid-off with an outcome that just overwhelmed those who poured blood and sweat to see plans realized. The non-believers were inspired and converted. People who were once strangers became friends I would treasure for the rest of my life. Cheese here and there, I know, but these are for real.


I can’t put into words the intensity of the apprehension I’m feeling now that classes are about to end. I know it’s because I gave so much to the class — the effort I put into this subject is greater that the effort I gave in all my other GE subjects taken together; the relationships that were formed among the members of the class are priceless and the attachment I feel to these people is just so great that it’s hard to accept I wouldn’t see them almost everyday anymore; I know I will miss the laughter, the tears, the sentiments, the teasing, the life that is Th 11, DD.


Kudos everyone! We made it! (I’ll really miss you.)


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shame, shame. how very emo of me.