Pyromania March 19, 2005 (From right to left) Thea , Ysh, Me and Raph
It’s the first week of summer and it’s hard to believe that it started out with a big bang. There are more weeks to come and I can feel that this summer is better than all the summers I have experienced so far. It’s a week of partying and celebrating because we are given the break from all the hardships of school. Yesterday was the most happening event a.k.a. pyromania. This party was scorching hot! It’s one of the most memorable events this summer. It’s the must have shindig for every party goers out there. Right after the covenant orientation held yesterday at Meralco I went home with Raph, Mark and Lio. We prepared for the big event (Pyromania). Then we went to Centro Libis, the center stage of the most happening event. The place was packed with party goers. Music set Centro Libis on fire. The arena is set for an all time party extravaganza. I never thought that hanging out with my YFC peers is going to be this fun. With Ez and Hernan around we had a blast! I was thinking of not drinking alcohol that night but with the temptation around the corner it was difficult to fight. The bottle of beer is within reach and I can’t help it. So here I go grabbing a bottle and gulping everything down as soon as I can. To my surprise it backfired. I haven’t eaten dinner that night. The only food in my stomach is some fries. In a flick of a second I started to get tipsy. I felt that everything was so near and the sounds were heightened at feverish pitch! I started to feel this pathetic dizziness. So, I had no choice but to stop drinking. I informed my friends that I’m feeling a little awkward. I went outside with raph because a little claustrophobia was adding up to this weird feeling. I drank an anti-dizziness tablet which made me better in a few minutes. After a while I was back to party mode. Then the party was over. I eventually woke up at 12pm feeling pain in different parts of my body. I was too lazy to get up. Then I remembered that there is a boxing match scheduled today. With my body aching and my eyes feeling it needs more rest I grabbed the remote and switch the channel to 14. To my surprise the fight of the year still haven’t started yet. After a while I received a text message from my tita in Las Vegas. She informed me that Pacquiao is losing. What a spoiler! Anyway, I still kept my eyes glued to the T.V. screen. Apparently, I got bored since the load of commercial was over-kill. Imagine 7-10 minutes of ads against 1 minute and 50 seconds of action. I am feeling so nationalistic today! Having heard the national anthem sung by Lani Misalucha that was broadcasted all over the world heightens that feeling of nationalism. What I love about Pinoys is that we would always support a fellow pinoy whenever they compete in an international competition. Anyway, Pacquiao was more than a boxer he was an Icon and a hero for every Filipino. For that moment there was no politics, religion and ideologies that divided us. We were one that moment. We were fighting with Manny! We stood together as a nation. With that I still declare Manny as the winner because he united 7,100 islands, 80 million people separated by religion, politics, ideologies and even dialects. He represents a true Filipino. Even if he got several hard punches he never gave up. He fought with every might. People like Manny make me want to say that I’m proud to be a Filipino. Pilipino ako sa isip sa salita at sa gawa.
