Get More Out of Life

Tuesday I saw Battalia Royale (BatRoy, no pun intended, altho, I don't think there was a character named Roy).  It was blood shed, and a shame I wasn't able to finish it.  We were just exhausted at some point, and the MRT was about to go on it's last ride (which was, eventually, the one we got on).

Planning to see it again in March.  MORE BLOOD, MORE FUN.

Photographer's notes:

I need a fast-er lens that AFs.

Used an 18-55 that autofocuses like it was made in the prehistoric period.

The Dark, the Grain, The Eni-Eni kind of worked anyway.

I was with Abby & Detsi.  We frolicked and ran around and followed tour-guides and eventually just stopped.  We ended up with our own thing.  Finding the places and shit we really did want to see.  Oh and blood.

We have children sleeping and the awesome teacher explaining how they've kidnapped them, and have fixed them with

The collar of their deaths (if they don't kill each other in 8 hours).

Guess who the teacher was.

Students and their death.  Now processing.

There will always be someone afraid.

Someone looking for more.

Someone trying to survive.  And more.

And someone who just wants to find love.

And eventually get killed.

^Dear crowd, why didn't you help her?

Factions and alliances keep at a steady, normal, non-alarming rate.  It's highschool.

There are days, weeks, and months, in this case hours, that love isn't worth squat.  Blood pays better.

5 Minute Cigarette Break Here.  Intense.

Abby was just pretty against Manila Traffic.

Click.  Click.  Someone wants to stab someone.

Some really just did things.  Updates are uber important when you've got a bet placed on one of the 40 students and all you're saying is: "Don't let him die.  Sayang yung prize."

Last Question: how desperate were you to see the blood shed?  To watch your friend/s (pretend) die?  Did you even care?