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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Prom Deja Vu

What happened was not a version of one's unconscious thoughts during sleep that came to life, rather it resurfaced memories that once graced the days of high school. Prom is what most girls in high school look forward to once they step into their junior year. Girls had everything planned months before it, being particular with all the nitty gritty stuff to make things perfect and memorable. When the day arrives, well, as expected girls will fret and stress when apprehensions start to undermine all their long-time preparations. The main goal: To make everything work as planned. They all get meticulous and discriminate in all aspects, from clothes, shoes, accessories, make up, perfume to what corsage, color pallets of gowns, hairstyle, nail polish and so on and so forth, the list could go on depending on how anxious one is. But of course the most challenging part is, choosing your date. This is where a lot of thinking and proper decision making is required. To find the "perfect" one, one must know what her objectives are. Is it to catch people's attention because of your so-uber-handsome date? Is it to accentuate "your" night? Is it for display purposes? Is it for people to ogle and talk about you? Or is it because you wanna have fun and make your night memorable by having the best time with the person you can be comfortable with? Your prom night will only be a night-to-remember if you get to spend it with a person who meshes your personality well, someone who's game for anything, someone who's ready to get crazy with you, someone who can share a table and conversation with your friends, someone you can laugh with and of course make you laugh, someone who will rescue you when something fails, someone who is patient to wait for you while you prep yourself, and someone who belongs to your wavelength and definitely not someone you're bound to look after the whole night, deciphering whether he's having a blast or a blah with you. 

I never had the chance to pick my prom date during high school because each of us were paired with a respective senior male by our teachers. Everybody had no choice but to be with whoever is assigned to them, no questions asked and no return, no exchange policy tied to it. If one has complaints, well he or she has a choice, to grumble to oneself and fathom your fated partner or miss the prom. Nevertheless, I'd grade my prom as "Good", spending the whole night emceeing deprived me some time to spend it with friends and my partner. :|

Four years later, I caught myself dragged into a Prom frenzy when my friend asked me to help her niece prepare for her prom. I came over their place and did nothing. Well I was there to give opinions and maybe a little bit of moral support. Everyone was all over the place, frantic and panicking for a reason that I didn't know, until I myself felt it. Excitement. Everybody was so excited and had their hands busy on everything. When the date arrived to pick her up, well, the excitement even heightened. I found myself taking infinite shots of the cute couple and smiling behind the camera like an idiot having the tingling feeling. So gay! 

Things don't happen automatically and perfectly. Before they left Nina's false lashes fell off, so they had to drive back to the salon that made her up, then when they arrived at the hotel, a sheer of her gown fell off so she called Paula for help. We rushed to the place and asked for a sewing kit from the concierge. Then Paula noticed that Nina's date didn't have the boutonnière so Paula decided to split the job. She took off to buy the boutonnière while I stayed with Nina to fix her gown. My sewing skills proved their good use during that situation. :) Good thing everything was fixed right in the nick of time. So... the two had an awesome night together. Nina was crowned as one of the ten princesses that night. Not bad for a population of more than a hundred Scholastican girls. :)



Mag best friends crowned as Princesses for the night, Nadine and Nina

I was Nina's P.A. for the night


Cute couple Nina and Brian was a sure hit during the night
Nina's very supportive mom gave me a picture of myself in the future. ;)

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Young, and not in a hurry

Unprecedented. All those times, I thought I was ready to commit to a relationship or to settle with someone as my sole company, without my eyes set on other men. I thought it was what I wanted. I thought it was what I needed. Egocentric, self-centered and selfish as I am, I thought I needed a man who will shower me with attention and devote everything to me, then it will settle every woes and blues I have tried to endure for the longest time. But it was a misconception of need. It was a need I have created for myself, thinking that if I get one, it'll answer everything I've wondered about what it's like to have a serious and steady relationship. Seeing couples has relentlessly envied me. A tinge of jealousy is always ignited in my body, questioning what's wrong with me, what's missing. The answer has been lingering in me, sadly, without me noticing it. All those unnecessary jealousy ate me little by little paving the way into a trial and error situation without the intention of hurting other people but only to find answers.

Going out with people and trying the possibilities of a steady relationship led me to the answer. I don't need a relationship to complete me and for me to say that I'm happy. It was not what I needed after all. I'm contented with a friendly and open relationship. I know in myself that it's difficult to cope with expectations and responsibilities that a relationship entails whether I like it or not. It's like a bonus that doesn't feel like a bonus. It goes with the purchase whether you asked for it or didn't. So, I have to fix this mess, and detangle all the strings that trapped twisted. I've dragged innocent people with the best intentions into this, and I know I owe them answers. I can't keep them waiting and make them hating me.

Finding answers may lead you to more innumerable questions, so if you're risky enough then brave the consequences or you can stay safe and sheltered without knowing the possibilities that may have been waiting for you.

I'm young, and definitely not in a hurry. :) 

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Jam-packed January


I started the year busy and I don't know how to write anymore. :| Seriously, this is taking a lot of my neurons more than I have ever imagined. Planning this post seemed very easy and the things that it will contain flowed incessantly in my thoughts that made me excited to write again. Now that I am here, and confronted by this blinking cursor, all those thoughts fled one by one. Is this what they call, writer's block? Did I even say it right? Well, first thing's first, where do I begin? I know that I have to finish this post and write as decently and comprehensively as I can, since I owe this overdue post to my blog. This won't be an emotional post, I guess, but a rundown of all the things that happened this month of January. What happened? SPORTSFEST.

Sportsfest.

It has always been my dream to be a part of the Artians Cheer Squad ever since I stepped into college. I've heard a lot about the squad when I was in high school and its infamous trainer Rodney Ascalon. Being a part of the squad is like a camel passing through the needle's eye. It wasn't easy and it wasn't all fun. I learned to have discipline and persistence while training with the squad. The routines, weren't very muscle and bone-friendly and so are the trainers. I literally bended and broke all of my body parts, got wounded and suffered a great deal of sleep deprivation. I missed several of my classes which made coping up with the lessons harder. I am not fit to complain however, compared to my mates in the squad, they even sacrificed more than I did. It was there where I saw people very passionate and driven in doing what they love most, dancing. Dancing is not just dancing for them, it was their lifeblood. Dancing became everybody's support system, connecting every heart with the same beat, the beat of every move, the beat of every desire that ran alive into their veins. Dancing for them was not an excuse, it was their reason. Every drop of sweat, every break in the bone, every blood we've invested into it paid its price. 

The Artians Cheer Squad made history when it won its grand slam in 2004, 2005 and 2006. They aimed for it's second grand slam after winning in 2007 and 2008, but was foiled by the Nursing after winning in 2009 and 2010. It was a bitter and learning experience for the squad. This year, they vowed to take what was rightfully theirs. And so it paid off.

It was the right to join the squad this year, it was not just a mere coincidence but it was already a destiny for the squad to regain what it has lost, and being a part of that victory is not just the sweetest but it was the most satiating experience that satisfied all the yearning to win. In the end, it was a two streak victory for me, winning the coveted prize and winning friends whom I share the same passion with. :)



Our Squad

Engineering

Education

College of Business and Accountancy

Nursing

Photo Credits to Aeson Baldevia
More photos during the Sportsfest

Nelson with his very thoughtful yet scandalous placard for me.
Nelson and Kamille during pep rally, yet another embarrassing and scandalous placards.

That sweet victory. (Pero bitter ang fez, bitter ocampo)

See? I can dance. lol x


Sportsfest was also an opportunity to catch up with some friends. They are very difficult to find and I was very happy to be able to gather some of us together during the entire week. We did a lot of catching up and had super fun conversations about the things that have happened in our lives separately :D It was a never ending conversation about anything and everything. It made me miss them even more. :| Weren't able to bump into the others. :| M.I.A Glyness Hisugan, Jelyn Prietos and Lorvena Javellana and Ralph Adam Gayol. 

Dinner at Lord Byron's where back ribs are zee best! 

Watched basketball games together though we all came from different colleges.
L-R Paula, Jessel, Me, Charvic (bangs), Marianne (pony)


xxx