STRIPPED

After finishing the script of our feature program for my DEVC30 (Community Broadcasting) class, I decided to take a shower and make myself feel comfortable before jumping to bed to study for my ENG1 exam the following day.

Normally, I took a shower for five to ten minutes, which is basically the same amount of time that women will use just for applying shampoo, conditioner, and other hair treatment bottles they have in their mini baskets. [which almost looks like the shopping baskets at groceries.]

As I enter the shower, I know that this will take much longer than the usual. Not because I want to, but because I have to. As I start to rotate the handle of the shower, the same time the water starts pouring, I feel like a weakling. I want to cry. I am so tired. I want to rest. Thoughts left and right are pouring at the same time the water is. Many ideas have crossed my mind. Will I graduate on time? Am I really being harsh? Does anyone like me? All of the insecurities I have within myself came in front of me. All of them. I was so ashamed, as I enumerate them in my mind. Questions keep on bothering me.

For that moment, I simply closed my eyes and let the water drops invade me. In a few seconds, I hear nothing, just the peaceful sound of the water passing by me. It was so wonderful to hear. How I wish that moment will never end.

BUT!!!!

Of course, in the middle of my “soul searching” there was this distraction once again. The ceiling is making weird sounds again. That is not the first time I heard that sound. It only means two things: a couple is making love once again or somebody is pleasuring himself. I’d go for the latter since I know no female living upstairs.

Back to my shower, as I am standing there in my birthday suit, I was so overwhelmed by everything that I got. I realized so many things. I AM LUCKY. I AM BLESSED. I must be happy with all the things that I am getting. I must be underestimating every blessing that I receive that sometimes I look so foolish not realizing so.

After an hour, I got out. And I realize another thing:

Taking a shower can bring you to the best places you can ever experience. [And I’m not referring to heaven as you fantasize and satisfy the heat and lust in your body]

Stupid but true.

LIFE'S A PARTY

Yesterday was Arianne's debut, the "supposedly" end of the trifecta of debuts that I'm gonna be attending to. Techinically, it's really the tail of the three but there's already a new set of parties that I'm invited [invited or force? LOL!] to go to.

Anyways, it was at Purple Ostrich at Island Cove in Kawit, Cavite. The place is of course familiar since it was the same place where we had our JS Prom both for our junior and senior year [which made me think once again that I was robbed of a Prom prince/King title! LOL!] The party started at almost 8:30 though the invitation said seven but it's because the debutante's class was extended for that day!

Oh well, I was wearing a green long sleeve because they said that the motif was earthy colors, and though it's a toss up between dark yellow and dark green, I went with the latter since the dark yellow was unavailable since it is at the laundry shop.

Only few batchmates went, which is surprising because I didn't expect that many won't show up, though by judging the invitation, only few classmates were a part of the eighteen lists. I'm a part of the 18 Gerberas which in layman's term is simply 18 Roses. Gerberas, according to Hazel [not a reliable source! Kidding!] is a Turkish kind of flower.

The funniest part of the ceremony was the 18 Shots because most of those who were originally part of it were absent, so they just called on fillers, which was the role of most Burix members for the night, and all were surprised because they had nothing to say. What's funnier though, is that the emcee of the night, a Nene Tamayo [PBB Season 1 Big winner] look alike slash a DJ in the hittest radio station in Cavite, keep on butchering all of the names one after the other. From A-rah Dulog [re: Airra], to Rizza Hermosa [re: Hermoso], to Monique Salud [It should be sa-LUD, not SA-lud] to Maria Merexe Vale [she read Merexe with the last letter as a silent one and Vale as in "veil"] Vale, up until to her tongue twistered pronunciation of Hazel's surname, I was so thankful that she didn't butcher mine! Haha!

Incidentally, it was also her parents' silver anniversary! Wow! That is so good. [one, because they lasted that long, and two, because the debut costs expensive, why not make it a two in one celebration? LOL!] Arianne also performed twice [thrice if you count the singing part] that night with the Cotillion, and the Candyman performance.

No one danced THAT much to the disco because most of the DJ's song we're danceable. [sarcasm!] and when I say danceable, I mean those European music that one can hardly move his/her body to. But, of course, most of the songs rocked, but we're not just into out dancing personalities that night.

I was wondering how much stress would it be for the debutante if she finds out that someone from her entourage is absent, because that would be really nerve-wracking. Oh well, don't need to care bout that anymore, because as long as one invites me, it would be a pleasure and you can count me in.

Here are some pictures: [though it's difficult to get one since the stage is quite far, and there's some problem with the lightning of the venue and with my digicam]

DROWNING

A line from the 2002 movie The Hours:

I would tell you that I wrestle alone in the dark, in the deep dark, and that only I can know. Only I can understand my condition. I wish I could be happy in this quietness.

That pretty sums up how I feel right now.