101710: Peter Pan grows up
Sam Concepcion's 18th birthday celebration was really
crazy. That's the best word to describe the event. From the start till the end of the party, I was feeling nervous but all frivolous. Every second was important, was gold. So in that every second, I was trying to sink in every detail inside that room. I just couldn’t believe I was there. But yeah, I
was there, in pure flesh.
Sam arrived just before dinner started, which was like past 6 p.m. I didn’t eat well because I was keyed up for the program to start and to dance the night away. I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere and the happiness from the people, and there was something about the food that makes you feel full very fast. I shared a table with Maryjoy, Morris, Angel, Jheng, Jirah, and a girl whom I forgot to ask the name for. It was so cold inside, and I was getting a bit sleepy already. But no worries, my mind woke with a start when Kuya Pats and Ate Yen started the games: Manila paper dance and longest time to say
happy birthday Saaaaaam without stopping (I don’t know what it’s called). There were also production numbers ala
Showtime by the A-pop girls, the Pigtails, and the Gigger Force (composed of the older officers. They won; they were epic!). There were also
hurados-who-can-never-be-burados Joshua (the kid from the first
Kokey serye), Miss Jasmine R. (Sam’s PA), Mrs. Gene (Sam’s mom), and the birthday boy himself. After the “competition,” Ate Madessa M. sang
“Somewhere over the Rainbow,” and then the 18 roses followed. Sam was surprised by the act; he said
“Ano to, debut ko?” It was very moving in a comical way, and I foolishly had goosebumps. After that, we sang
“Happy Birthday” for him, and we were chanting
“Iiyak na yan! Iiyak na yan!” He didn’t cry though.
The video greetings were played after. We were all laughs, sighs,
“awws”, and
“Oh!” while it was playing. Then, Robi D. mentioned about taking care of
babycurt (Jasmine Curtis-Smith). And then we all broke into shrieks and screams. You can actually feel the warmth on Sam’s cheeks even if you're yards away from him. He was so shy. Mrs. Gene was also shrieking with delight. It was very funny! Then the real babycurt sent her greetings straight from Australia… and you know what happened next. We all went nuts! And Sam was saying,
“Who made this video?” and “Guys, si Yen [Santos] po ang love team partner ko.” Jasmine’s message was played twice. I wager my life that he’s still thinking about it up until now.
The party-party part started after that crazy incident, which meant dancing, photo ops, and anything you can do. It was hard having photos with Sam. His fans were swarming around him, and I couldn’t breathe because of my little claustrophobia. We just waited until everybody had had their chance. It took us a long time before we finally got to say our good wishes, give our gifts, and have photos. I’d talk about that part on my next post. Anyway, after all the poses and flashes, Sam got tired and hungry, so the pandemonium ceased for a while. As for us, we had the time of our lives. We danced and sang our lungs out. We were like drunken people with just a glass of iced tea in our hands. We partied like it’s the end of the world, like it’s 2012. It was the best kiddie party I’ve been to.
Ever.
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101710: Peter Pan grows up
Sam Concepcion's 18th birthday celebration was really
crazy. That's the best word to describe the event. From the start till the end of the party, I was feeling nervous but all frivolous. Every second was important, was gold. So in that every second, I was trying to sink in every detail inside that room. I just couldn’t believe I was there. But yeah, I
was there, in pure flesh.
Sam arrived just before dinner started, which was like past 6 p.m. I didn’t eat well because I was keyed up for the program to start and to dance the night away. I was overwhelmed by the atmosphere and the happiness from the people, and there was something about the food that makes you feel full very fast. I shared a table with Maryjoy, Morris, Angel, Jheng, Jirah, and a girl whom I forgot to ask the name for. It was so cold inside, and I was getting a bit sleepy already. But no worries, my mind woke with a start when Kuya Pats and Ate Yen started the games: Manila paper dance and longest time to say
happy birthday Saaaaaam without stopping (I don’t know what it’s called). There were also production numbers ala
Showtime by the A-pop girls, the Pigtails, and the Gigger Force (composed of the older officers. They won; they were epic!). There were also
hurados-who-can-never-be-burados Joshua (the kid from the first
Kokey serye), Miss Jasmine R. (Sam’s PA), Mrs. Gene (Sam’s mom), and the birthday boy himself. After the “competition,” Ate Madessa M. sang
“Somewhere over the Rainbow,” and then the 18 roses followed. Sam was surprised by the act; he said
“Ano to, debut ko?” It was very moving in a comical way, and I foolishly had goosebumps. After that, we sang
“Happy Birthday” for him, and we were chanting
“Iiyak na yan! Iiyak na yan!” He didn’t cry though.
The video greetings were played after. We were all laughs, sighs,
“awws”, and
“Oh!” while it was playing. Then, Robi D. mentioned about taking care of
babycurt (Jasmine Curtis-Smith). And then we all broke into shrieks and screams. You can actually feel the warmth on Sam’s cheeks even if you're yards away from him. He was so shy. Mrs. Gene was also shrieking with delight. It was very funny! Then the real babycurt sent her greetings straight from Australia… and you know what happened next. We all went nuts! And Sam was saying,
“Who made this video?” and “Guys, si Yen [Santos] po ang love team partner ko.” Jasmine’s message was played twice. I wager my life that he’s still thinking about it up until now.
The party-party part started after that crazy incident, which meant dancing, photo ops, and anything you can do. It was hard having photos with Sam. His fans were swarming around him, and I couldn’t breathe because of my little claustrophobia. We just waited until everybody had had their chance. It took us a long time before we finally got to say our good wishes, give our gifts, and have photos. I’d talk about that part on my next post. Anyway, after all the poses and flashes, Sam got tired and hungry, so the pandemonium ceased for a while. As for us, we had the time of our lives. We danced and sang our lungs out. We were like drunken people with just a glass of iced tea in our hands. We partied like it’s the end of the world, like it’s 2012. It was the best kiddie party I’ve been to.
Ever.
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Already several months had passed, and I am missing
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more each fleeting day. There are just some things in life that we can never forget – especially that something that had given us knowledge, skills, strong relationships and a second home. I am glad that everything in the magical world is now at peace, since Voldemort (yes, I can now say his name; no need to be afraid) had died. I had secretly admired Tom Marvolo Riddle (Voldemort’s birth name) though, because of his intelligence, passion and love for magic. Wasn’t he very clever to think of and conjure his seven
Horcruxes to preserve his life, or form a clan of
Death Eaters who were very loyal to him and would give up their lives just for him to succeed? Not everybody can acquire that much loyalty from people these days. I do not, however, admire him for the way he had carried out all of his plans. He had a good agenda, his means just weren’t morally right. But he still is one of the darkest wizards of all time… and let’s leave it that way.
Oh, for all those who are baffled of what I’m saying here and who the heck I am, my name is
Christine Faye Ordas, and I am an alumnus of Hogwarts. I came from the bronze-and-blue-clad house of the smart ass witch Rowena Ravenclaw and her dictum
“Wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” And yes, I know the wonderful Luna Lovegood (she’s such a darling) and Harry Potter’s first crush Cho Chang. I had just left Hogwarts last May. Right now I am trying to pursue a career in magical researches, literature and writing. It’s my dream to inscribe intellectual books, publish and sell them in
Flourish and Blotts for the future Hogwarts students’ use. I am also planning to credibly write for the
Daily Prophet, the magical world’s primary news bulletin. And of course, I will be very much honored to contribute to Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood’s
Quibbler (hence, my interest in magical researches). I have always found the Lovegoods a fascinating family, and I bet working with and for them will be very exciting. Or maybe, in Merlin’s beard’s time, I can write legends and bedtime stories like the famous – and wickedly brilliant – Beedle the Bard.
And that’s how my life goes these days. I am utterly missing my old school, my friends, the Great Hall, the bronze eagle knocker just outside the Ravenclaw common room, Professor Flitwick (the head of our house), Hogsmeade, the Quidditch matches (although I didn’t actually play for the house), the moving portraits, the castle ghosts, the pumpkins on Halloween, the giant pine trees on Christmas, Rubeus Hagrid’s (Hogwarts’ gamekeeper) tea and treacle fudge – even the crabby Argus Filch (Hogwarts’ caretaker) I miss. Maybe I can visit the school grounds sometimes and see how the magical world’s been doing since Voldemort died (I’ve been spending my months in the muggle world, you see). I’ve heard everybody’s been moving on and starting all over again; the ministry is back on work under Kingsley Shacklebolt; and Harry Potter’s scar haven’t been disturbing him since.
All is well, indeed.
And because of that, we should celebrate and drink firewhisky! Oh, I still don’t drink firewhisky; I can take butterbeer or tea or pumpkin juice – just not firewhisky, please.
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