About getting a summer job
I almost thought of getting a summer job, but it’s too late to get one since school’s three (or four) weeks away. Well, I’m dreaming of being a salesperson at some Quiksilver/Billabong or Abercrombie & Fitch outlet (though you need muscles to qualify at A&F) and get discounts on all the items, if such privilege is true. LOL. But I’d be damned to work anywhere inside a mall, really - even at Wendy’s (their burgers are GOOD) or Burger King.
I just think of myself nowadays as this spoiled brat who got nothing to do in their house rather than read books, watch MTV, play DotA, spend my own savings on planned boozefests. And no - if you guys would start on ranting about how lucky I am for not doing anything that’s mind-boggling or a huge hassle or a royal pain in the ass, forget it. It’s not even good or healthy. It’s something that’s sickening; though I’m somehow halfway dependent on my parents in financial terms - I’d love to explore and go independent.
For the first time in my life, I want myself to be productive (not in a sexual way)! Productive in a way where I could have a profit or some form of reward after doing it. Productive that somehow, I can be proud of doing it.
I’m afraid this is nothing but a phase phase, really. But, whatever.
The Year of Debuts
After all the raining yesterday (actually, I kind of thought of it as one of the windiest days I’ve ever experienced - next to the billboard-tossing Milenyo), today’s really cloudy and humid and hooot. Really sweaty.
I attended a debut a while ago. Not that kind of Fernwood Gardens or Villa Escudero debut - this one’s something simplistic and exclusive. The seven of us we’re invited at this debut, and it’s cool really. One of my friends, when I mentioned that I’ll attend the debut the next day, assumed that it’s the kind of formal debut (you know, all those suits and gowns and all the eighteen-roses shit). Well, it turned out that we played card games (like we’re back from High School: Killer-Killer’s our all-time favorite) and ate lunch and ice cream and french fries and talked about our different college lives.
Well, debuts don’t really have to be extravagant and class. I attended this debut celebrated at their very garage - as in garage last year. For her, she was even teary-eyed with the happening, like it was very much of a special day that we just danced with the videoke tunes. That’s when I erased such a grand definition or standards of a debut - in my case, a girl’s debut.
The time has come for me to attend tons of debuts (since most of my HS batchmates, most of them I knew by name or by heart, are turning eighteen this year), and I mostly enjoyed those debuts with the wildest themes in it; those which defies the normal and the traditional - throwing all the eighteen roses shit and instead, replacing it with eighteen shots (vodka shots, that is) or eighteen surprises (I almost thought of going nude, really) and all other stints with eighteen on it.
I’m just wondering why girls really prepare a lot for debuts. I mean, they celebrate it like they’re world class or something. We guys rarely celebrate our debuts (they say it’s when we guys have reached twenty one, but whatever), and I haven’t heard ANY GUY who celebrates a debut on his twenty-first birthday.
What’s somehow amazing with debuts is that you tend to look at some classmate’s face and realize that she officially legal of driving and drinking and partying. And in extravagant debuts, I get to wear formal coat-and-tie stuff and all those motifs. And, as my friends would say, debuts usually is the last thing you’d remember after recalling some girl way back High School.
Now I need to schedule all those debuts and think of where I’d get my allowance for the fare and all. LOL.
May 18, 2008 at 9:32 pm, filed under Events, IRLs, Life at UPLB, Sentemotional, Slang and random and tagged Abercrombie & Fitch, Burger King, DoTA, Eighteen Shots, High School, Milenyo, MTV, Quiksilver, Wendy's. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.
I remember my girl classmates talking about what they want their debuts to be — and they all want their debuts to have a princess -slash- kingdom motif. Geez, I wonder where I’m gonna get my prince costume. Or I might as well be a knight na lang. Lol. :D
You’re right: debuts don’t have to be extravagant. Actually, my “twin” didn’t really celebrate it at all. Parang ordinaryong araw lang para sa kanya. She didn’t even like the fact that she’s legal already. Pwede na raw kasi siya makulong. Haha.
And it’s a double birthday celebration on that day - the other celebrator’s a guy, and he threw out a pizza fest. 10 boxes ng Yellow Cab at nilamon ng halos buong MMA frosh students (batch ko)… Kahit di niya kakilala! Haha! Parang na-celebrate na rin ng “twin” ko yung birthday na yun. Wala kasi siyang pera nun. And I gave her a plush bear, by the way. Hihi.
As for the extravagant debut… My best friend is going to celebrate her debut somewhere in Pedro Gil (tentative) and I’ll be one of her “18 roses”. She didn’t even ask me about that first! Grr. Anyway, I’m her best friend after all. LOL.
I’m a guy and I’ll be turning 21 this September at mag-cecelebrate ako ng debut! Wee! I’ll include you in my list of 21’s. Hmm.. 21 kinky butt slaps maybe? LOL! Kidding. :P
a friend of mine told me she would include 18 urban legends for her debut. everyone’s a debutante this year, fnck. nice blog anyway, gotta add you to my list.
hahahha cos girls finally get to date guys pag 18 na! hahaha
productive- naks naman, maganda yan. napakahusay..
I think the reason why debut’s can become so extravagant is because girls finally have a reason to throw a grand party. But I don’t know, really. I’m not actually the type to throw grand parties with grand food, grand servers and grand guests. Hahaha.
I wanted to have a summer job too but decided against it because of the yearbook. T_T Next year na lang! Hahahaha.
Dapat nag call center ka.. para parang naka-conference ka araw-araw. :P
UHMM.
nabobo ako sa layout mo. :))
“not in a sexual way”… defensive! Haha.
Seriously, I had more fun attending the not so formal debut parties than the debut parties where you’re required to wear this type of clothes, be very formal, etc. I hate those kind of parties because you really have to be careful with your actions.
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Back in my HS years, when my friends were planning for their debut parties, I kept on suggesting to them that they should have a street party. You know, ati-atihan motif with dancing half naked men covered in charcoal. WTF. Obviously, no one took my suggestion seriously. Haha.
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