Prom Night

PROM! Twas over at last. I've been wanting to post a blog about it but I can't find a time for it. Now is not the right time, but my mind keeps reminding me to make one, so here I am, typing nonsense just to keep going. Although I still have loads of stuff to do (like study para sa quiz kay mamRemi buas and finish the labels for manu lab display), I would spare a few minutes for this blog to get done.

Feb.20,2008 was just an ordinary day for some, but not for the junior and senior studes of PMT. It's the date of the traditionally held event that allows the junior and senior students of the same school (or department, in our case) to mingle, get together, and turn over responsibilities along with dancing, singing, etc--in short, the Prom. It was one of the busiest day of my life (so far). Being a part of the junior council doesn't give you so much freedom to spend your time for your prom preparation alone (panu bi kay you need to prioritize gid the event than yourself otrelse you'll end up getting blamed for an unsatisfying party. Since we weren't allowed to ditch class in the morning, we still had to go to school (mayo lang la masyado ubra sa lab so there we went painting our nails and I finished my checkered-black-and-white-pattern in just a matter of 30 minutes! Thanks Doc!). After lunch, I am still undecided if what pair of shoes should I wear (dua bi ka pair ginpadala di sakon), so I just sat at the edge of my bed trying them on all over again. Thank heavens, MamSima cancelled our quiz so we were all free the whole afternoon. We (the Junior Council) were supposed to meet at Amigo but due to some circimstances, Joy2 and I came there an hour and a half later. When we get there, we thought only a few touches are to be done na lang since we all believed everything is all ready and that we'll just have a run through. But instead of seeing ALL officers, we found only 5 people including a non-officer who volunteered to helped (abi ko pa naman ara na tanan wala man gali japon, dayon ang stage la pa tapos decorate and that was a few hours away na lang sa event). Hala teh nagsinala naman kami, dugangan pa nga nagback-out ang supposed to be ma kwa sg isa ka room so that we'll have a free room, kundi yawan naman kami pangita ilisan eh! Even some weren't able to arrive still, naglakat na kmi ni joy2 ya mga 5:15 kay we still have to meet up with our stylist who has been waiting for us around 4:30 pa. Cram!

Instead of starting at 6:30 or 7:00 perhaps, the program proper started at 8pm (yeah I know, Filipino time). The program wasn't that lively at first because everyone seems to be bothered by..i dunno..basta daw indi pa nami ang atmosphere at last..i can say it was quite boring pa. I believe it started to become a bit lively when NangJune read their class prophecy. Namati gid ko to dan. And the "climax" started, I think, during the lighting of candles where everyone was enjoying. I really felt relief when I didn't see a single face enjoying.

The prom ended with a blast (literally, kay naglupok or nasunog ang disco ball..haha!). But despite of it, I could say everyone had a great time. I even ranked this prom 1st in my list even I went stag to this prom. Compared to my proms during HS where I had my dates, I really had more fun this time. Maybe I should have not gotten myself a date years ago, I might have had a better prom then. Oh well, past is past anyway.

Post prom celebration was nowhere else but the usual tambayan. Haha. Twas a first time that the regular goers went back to the hotel early, so I was left with other classmates who were staying at a lounge nearby because I still wanna hang-out. I had a free drink from someone I don't know (but thanks anyway) and a free entrance sa Flow kay ladies' night. Haha! Who says you can't have fun without spending?

At 4am or so, Iana and I went back to the hotel. I really needed a good sleep but unfortunately, gate crashers came and destroyed the peace in room448. Supposed to be, Iana and I are based in room449, but since Beaver invited me to sleep in their room, Iana came along with Emie --who has no place to stay since she's a stray..kiddin'). We were 6 in the room then (Ann, Monna, Beaver, Iana, Emie and I), but Prince and nongRalph came. Since we were very generous enough, we let them in. The peace wasn't ruined yet, not until Tati transfered to our room and lay with *tooot*. I wasn't able to sleep until I went back to Yanyans. Basta ah. Sila gid bi. Haha! I'll just keep my mouth shut. It's a secret (or was it really a secret,kay daw damo man kabalo) for me to keep somehow (until the time I can keep it..haha!), and for you to find out (better yet, SOOOON!). Haha!

So that was a bit of the prom..a lot more things are still to be told. Though I still wanted to talk, I can't. I still have to work on something. That's all for the "Prom Night" then. Ciao!

lesson learned..

Yesterday, we had this Fire Drill lecture. I wasn't very attentive to the speaker because I was soooo booooored! Not because the speaker himself was boring, nor the slideshow he presented, it's just that I have attended so many fire drill discussion for several times already (since high school). And I bet they're all just the same. Even though I was looking to be paying so attentively, the back of my head says, "I'm just here for the attendance, it'll be over soon". But despite the severity of the boredom, I was caught by one of the slides in his presentation, and that was the picture of a laboratory classroom that has exploded a long time ago, way back 1997, if I'm not mistaken. I was so interested with the whole story that I even researched it on the net, not realizing that the day forward, a somehow similar incident would happen in our classroom, that has even involved me.

I was wearing a short-sleeved top then, not expecting that something would be splashed in my arm. Around 10 in the morning, while having our laboratory, I went to the other class to ask for some dish washing detergent (poor lang bi kami teh gapangayo pa sa other section habon eh...hahaha!). When I got back, only a matter of seconds passed, just then the explosion happened. It wasn't really a very big explosion but a mixture of chemicals formed a fountain and splashed among three of us in the classroom. Angel was the worst victim, followed by me with a moderate injury and Emie with little scratches. Angel had the worst because she was the one who was performing the unauthorized experiment. She wasn't able to run away when it happened because there were no warning signs like smoke or strong odor. It just happened.

During the incident, my first move was that I went out of the classroom to get some fresh air. That was what my instinct told me. (Who would not look for air when you were like trapped in a cubicle being fumed with some unknown gas? It was acetic anhydride's smell that was the most recognizable). Emie, being in front of the sink, washed her hand the very moment a few droplets were splashed on her. In short, the three of us had our skins burned by the acids (I suppose most of the chemicals there were acids). I, being unable to wash my arm on time got burn spots that looked like chicken pox rash, or whatever it is my classmates keep comparing it to. At first I was fine with it, but as hours passed, the spots became darker and stayed brownish in color. Now, I have to get myself a scar-removing ointment or any cream as to cure these spots of mine.

I don't like seeing the spots in my arm. It's like I had acquired some skin disease from somewhere that looked a bit contagious (exagge lang, di man contagious ah!). But after all, I got something from this little experience I had. A lesson mightily learned by me since I am also fond of mixing chemicals, and that is, to "Refrain from performing unauthorized experiments, such as mixing of any chemicals as well as playing with them". Though I'm quite hesitant still, yet I have to submit. All I could just say is, "Thank God for sparing me". Kun ako to guro nasabugan chemicals sa guya maano na lang ko? Pero miski na, lain japon buot ko sa chura ka kamot ko..huhuhu.

they are truly what they are..

Mama and Papa. Nanay and Tatay. Mommy and Daddy. Mother and Father. In short, PARENTS. I've checked several dictionary, including Mr. Webster, and i came up with a few words that would best describe them--nurturing, guardian, protector, strength, support, care and love. To cap it all, they are my everything.


Why do you think I came to make a blog like this? It all started with a conversation I had with my 'rents, my Dad in particular. Actually, it's just a little something he said that made me realize that they have done and given TOO MUCH for me. The chat was something involving money. I was like telling them about my weekend through text lang (same routine everytime I won't be able to come home). Then my Dad was like, "Do you need money? Okay I'll send you some soon". And then a shocked me was like, "Pa, sa sunod lang, diba gapon ka lang nagpadala?". I was pondering, are my parents' senses intact? Were they not thinking that they sent me money the day befor then they'll gonna send me again the next day. It's not that I'm complaining (sin-o man bi mareklamo hatagan kwarta? Aber? Hahaha!), it's just that I feel ashamed. I was not asking, nor trying to pabati-bati that I don't have money anymore because I still have! Considering that I am their most expensive daughter (expensive in the sense that since I was born, I cost them a lot--starting from that caesarian operation, to the incubator ,down to my hospital expenses and medicine allowances up to the present), I feel a twinge of guilt that despite of everything given to me, what have I given in return?


My sister and I are very grateful of our parents. Despite the fact that it's only Papa we only have in common.v My Mom died when I was 5, and the Lord yet blessed me with a new Mom (that's my sister's Mom). She's not the typical stepmother you see in movies. In fact, I even consider her a better Mom than mine. You may not totally understand but that was how I saw things from the very start I embraced the fact that she's in our (my Dad's and mine) life now. She's already a part of it. Even up to this very moment, I still have that certain idea in mind. Although I wasn't with my Mom for long, she still became a mother to me even just in a short period of time.


My only purpose of writing this blog actually is to remind myself (as well as everyone) that we should thank our parents everyday of our lives because we owe it from them. Every single cell in our body came from them. We may not be used of saying THANK YOU, but we should learn to. Time flies so fast. Who are you going to say thank you when that person is already gone? That is one of my biggest mistake in life that I will be bringing with me forever. My Mom left without even hearing me tell her thank you and i love you. But thank God I was given another chance, that is for giving me my new Mom. So when are you going to start to say those little phrases? They may be little but they meant so much when said. Start today, or else you'll regret forever.