My long weekend (longer that Celine Dion's face! Beat that
) started last friday when my Math 55 professor announced that we'll not meet. So it's goodbye UP and hello bus station. When we're in Edsa, I can see that it seems like the whole of Metro Manila is going away for the 3-day weekend. So much for the joyride and helloooo TRAFFIC! Anyway, I did got home safe and sound after about 5 hours of bumping and grinding in the freakin bus. I slept readily and failed to catch KC and Beb's fall that night on the eliminations special of SCQ. Starstruck's drama that night was a 'no elimination' episode.
Saturday was a busy day for me because I went to SM Lucena to hunt down the illusive "Vector Mechanics for Engineers" for my onse. The mall can only produce the International Edition of the book and not the 3rd SI edition which I desperately need. I spent the whole afternoon scouring the whole city for that freakin book. I failed and went home empty handed. That day, I also prepared for "The Night." I fixed my "award-winning"
outfit. It was splendid when I saw the final outcome: Chinese-collared, regal, fantastic! It's like I'm this pathetic emperor (you know, Emperor's new clothes?) in my room smiling and cuddling myself in the mirror with my killer clothes on. I definitely cannot wait for "The Night."
Sunday arrived but the night never came.
Kidding!!!
It did came and it was amazing! It's actually my first time to attend a full-length debut (Sorry Tina fwend when I attended your debut, I only caught half of it). It was held in THE reception hall of all reception halls in Lucena City and I actually arrived there 1 full hour early!!! The debutant texted me to come at 6 but the program starts at 7! Talk about pain in the neck. I waited in the lobby of the hall for an hour looking at people arriving. It was good though because I saw my high school classmates there and we had a little chat while waiting for the program. My friends came at around 15 mins. before 7. We actually laughed at each other 'cause we all look so different from what we suppose to look. My friend brought a tag-along a.k.a. boyfriend and we had a little fun getting acquainted with the "new friend" (we addressed him as "new friend" althroughout the night).
And then she appeared. That night, I dropped the glasses cause it didn't match the outfit so while she's running (yup yup, she run) towards us, I was actually guessing her identity.
Who was that gurl in pink?
Who was that gurl in pink smiling at us?
Who was that gurl in pink smiling at us while running?
Who was that gurl in pink smiling at us while running and she seems like, honestly, hungry to eat us?!
That gurl was my dear dear friend...
As I said, it was my first time to participate in a debut and when I learned that I was part of the 18 roses whatever, I was shocked! I didn't know a thing about that 18 whatever thing. I later found out that it was only a brief dance with her and I enjoyed it! I enjoyed kissing her (in the cheeks! wow!), smiling while in a photo-op, laughing our hearts out while dancing and uhmmm, mygod everything! So debutants out there, do let me participate in the 18 roses again, it's kinda fun!
The party ended at about 10. The million-dollar question was what will a bunch of long-time-no-see coohmugs do at that time of the evening? Well, same as all other peers out there: drink drink and laugh our hearts out while drinking.
What happened was we did drank in the middle of the night in Hey's place while reminiscing our very very golden high school years. The Red Horse almost fountained out of our noses when we remember the "Abigail stop singing ordeal" and the "Late-comings" thing plus the "Pooch bag"... Haayyy... the days of being young, funny and wicked (to teachers, that is)... I would a good price for reliving our Pandora's babies days.
So it ended, late, same as all of our gimiks. But I didn't mind at all braving the storm that day at around 2 in the morning. Me in the hands of my friends is like a needle in the sea: it will sink and be forever lost its vast depth. I would be glad to sink into my friends' laughter, presence and companionship. I wouldn't mind at all.
I left home in the midst of a signal no. 1. I arived here in Quezon City still in the blanket of a signal no. 1 plus a mild flu. But definitely, I know that my head and heart is nowhere near a typhoon: it's up there, in cloud nine.
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