JUNIOR-SENIOR PROMENADE
MARCH 12, 2010
MAKATI PALACE HOTEL
5:30pm-1:30am
It was really a night.
March 11. We all had prom practice at the venue, and we were all a bit bothered by the size of the venue. It was small, and barely 2 sections fit on the dance floor. But then, we arrived on the day itself, and the venue was excellent. It really looked like "prom" and not just "sige na nga, prom". Of course, the first hours upon arriving there were for pictures, and I'm grateful I didn't bring my camera with me.
The ceremony started and I practiced my speech, and the ssg waited in the lobby. Good thing ate gieanne made it on time. Well, the ceremony started and a lot of us stuttered, but I was able to do my speech smoothly, though I think I LOL'd right there on stage because I suddenly remembered how Ely Buendia angered so many teachers, that it was hilarious =))
BTW. Ely Buendia=Dondon Ferrer. He was wearing a black turtleneck, white suit, and jeans. Haha. For Sir Ferrer, it was okay, actually. But Ma'am Mira and the rest of the teachers scolded him, and the people at our table were laughing so hard. Table 11=the best :)
Cotillion. I stepped on my gown so many times because of the paper petticoat underneath, which i cut myself =)) First with scissors, and then, as i was wearing it, whenever my heels touched the thin fabric, it was further destroyed. At least I didn't really slip while dancing; I just "glided". A bit. =))) LOL
Presentation of candidates. For the prom princess, the candidates were Jerika, Kathryn, Hazel, Florica, Joyce, me, Aprille, Clang, Steph, Marielle, and Gia. And for prom prince, I don't remember, but Reich ended up winning, and Hazel was crowned prom princess. Okay. Prom prince->0_o glad I didn't win =)))))
Christine De Ubago and Mark Samonte won prom king and queen.
And there were a bunch of other awards too. I don't remember all of them.
And so the dancing begun, and my heels were off until the night ended :)) I was able to dance with all the titans, table 11, Sir Roca, Sir Vidallo, and most of the guys in our batch. For a moment I was depressed because I didn't dance with him. Actually, for like, 11 songs, we were beside each other. We were actually staring at each other. I catch him looking at me sometimes, and vice versa. But whenever a song ended, someone else would ask me to dance, and someone else would ask him (which was a WTF moment to me since he's a guy, and he's the one being asked :))
Yeah, I was disappointed. But whatever, at least I had fun even though. :D
Got home at around 2am with Kirven and Jonathan. It was a fun night. :)
I'm taking your advice, I'm looking on the bright side
Speak
Browsing through my files, I found our 1st year project - an adaptation of the song "Speak" by MCR, made to fit the theme "the english language". I was addicted to this adaptation, and our project rocked :) Enjoy
Speak
1-Pascal
I. 1st verse
Some say now speak the English language
And keep it still arranged
Or a fluent conversation
For a well-known institution
Come on do it like, singing to the song of life
And there’s no way you’ll be wrong
For what you thought
II. Chorus
Now do it all
And speak the words with me
‘Cause I know we’ll make it better
So say it loud
Know the words
And speak
Just speak
Well come on now, and say it all with me
III. 2nd verse
A word, for the things you meant to say
For a clearer explanation
And great aspirations
Let’s do it all right now
Speak up the words rightly
‘Cause there is no reason for us not to try
(chorus)
Just speak 2x
Sleep
Thoughts run wild with laughing cries
Tears that bid the night goodbye
Loudly tapping, never seen
Ever coming, Ever been
'It is near' she thinks with fright
and summons her last stroke of might
and shields the force surrounding her
visions weary, cold, and blurred
Mumbles deeper, sane no more
light has left her as before
and with a shock she sees the day
her troubles all have gone away
This is when she flew with glee
becoming anything she'd be
Down no more, in loving arms
All under her covers' warmth
It's us against the world
Visiting my grandmother has always been an event I look forward to. When I was a kid, she used to fill my head about stories from the era of Marshal Law and the recession her family had experienced during her childhood. She usually narrates with such an expression about the hardships they have experienced - from the intense starvation that swooned the Filipino masses, to the cruel regulations one has to obey in school. I'm thinking that half of those stories are made-up, just to get the attention of her most beloved grandchildren. Yes, she catches our interest, and I am sure that most grandparents are like that too.
However, as I grew up, her stories were somehow transformed from being a source of entertainment to being a basis of ridicule and sermon.
"In my days, we worked hard under the sun for a mere peso, and we were happy when it bought us food for the entire day. Children nowadays seem to act like money grows on trees!"
Everybody knows about these famous "in my days" and "children nowadays" speeches we so painfully endure during those instances that don't really require much notice. I, for one, experience this whenever I ask money to buy some clothes, to spend for a school project, and to other usual expenses our generation encounters on a daily basis. It's just the way of life that has evolved in present time.
Whatever we do, we are always compared to the youth of the previous generation, who are, in their perspective, more conservative, more respectful, more decent, generally, so much better than the youth today.
And yes, it may be true. In fact, it is quite true indeed. We, more often than not, use swear words to express our negative emotions. We usually go with the trends of the wider circles of influence rather than stick to our individuality. We honestly forget at times to show due respect to the elderly and authority. We are far more liberated in doing what we want and getting what we can have. Today's generation is associated with vices along the words of sex, drugs, money, drinking, driving, being skinny, being flawless, and being beautiful. And those who fail the invisible "standards" are labelled outcasts.
But then, for these same reasons, isn't it that our generation has proven to be smarter, wiser, more capable, and stronger? It's not our fault that time has exposed us to the factors that have shaped us to become who we are today, that does not lay in our hands. Likewise, it's not our fault either that the supposedly more "ideal" generation lived in the time of great difficulty, which made them as they were.
We may not have lived during the time when Marcos gained supremacy and the nation became terrified, but we face the same pressure in our everyday lives, being subject to the standards of society and an even greater pressure of fitting in. We may not have experienced war with bloodshed, but we encounter STD's, HIV/AIDS, bulimia, and anorexia, that print horrid images in our minds of the disasters that can happen to almost anyone. We may not have experienced slaying under the sun all day for a living, but we are exposed to the expectations of an older generation to grow in the image of themselves.
It's true; we have never experienced all of these. We weren't there during the war, and famine, and poverty, but have most certainly faced our own version - those of ridicule, and greed, and hate. We are constantly being told that we are just not good enough.
No. We are just as good as they are. It's time to take a stand and prove ourselves. We have our flaws, but we are stronger and more capable, because we encounter things they won't ever learn about. We know about war, and it does not always involve weapons. We know about poverty, and it isn't always in the material sense of the word. We know about hunger, and it isn't always from deprivation of food. We know about their war - do they know about ours?
Or generation fights a different kind of battle. We have experienced just as much as them, and maybe even more.
Stretch
I've recently been organizing the files in my computer and I saw my articles and essays written when I was in 2nd year. Needless to say, I was better then, and now I feel like such a loser for letting that go to waste. Now I'm promising myself that no matter how busy I get, I MUST have a blog entry at least five times a week. I hope I get to write good with ease again. Looking back at my Xanga posts, I was better at stories and poems. And now I plain suck. I really hope my efforts get me somewhere, it would be so disappointing if this writer's block is here to stay.