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I never thought 10 seconds can be so eventful.
We had our dorm's Open House last night. We got food. LOTS of food. No, wait, that's THE understatement of the day. We simply had too much food. Gah. Like, we had more than 50 guests, and there was still food left enough to food 20 or so people! Sayang...
Anyway, the night was fun. Once again, I experienced being the in-demand hostess, runnning around, trying to serve people, but all the while I have to keep smiling and saying, 'Hi! OK ka lang dyan? Sandali lang, ha...' to all our other guests.
...
Wait, I'm getting sidetracked.
Hmm....Let's backtrack, shall we? I'm going into Sarah-the-author mode now...
********
Clean room, check.
Great party sounds, check.
Lots of food, check.
Decors...candle lamps, bats on the ceiling, orange lights... Check!
Everything was in place. Now, the only thing missing was my guests. The room had been prepared for the past hour (and I'd been checking and rechecking the room for the past hour), but no one's arrived yet. Oh well, it's just 6:30, isn't it? The knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie.
"Hao!"
"Hi, Sarah-chan!" It was Lester.
"Good thing you found our room! The first floor didn't freak you out, did it?"
The grin on his face was enough of an answer.
See, the theme for the Open House had been Holloween (on a February, no less!), thus explaining the pretty realistic bats above our heads. The decors on the hallway had been WAY creeper. When guests enter our building, a disembodied girl -- a manequinn, of course -- greets them, and eerie Gregorian chants fill their ears... The trip to the second floor is even creepier, because there are bloody footprints on the floor. *shrudder*
Anyways, back to my room. After Lester arrived, we talked for a few minutes about the topic we dread most (yeah, the two-letter word I would not dare write).
"Ate Sarah!" came a voice on my doorway.
"Hi, Aiza! Come in!" I said, standing up with a huge smile.
But that huge smile waned when Aiza's excited look was replaced with one I can only describe as fear. At first I thought she was too sucked into the Halloween mood, she had started to imagine things.
That is, until she pointed to the window and yelled, "Ate, may sunog!!!"
Wha~?
I turned to the window, and, literally 2 feet away from Lester, the crepe paper hangings on our window was on fire. Some of our food was in flames, too.
I panicked. And when I panic, everything seemed to freeze.
But, now that I think about it, I think everything DID freeze, except for that freaking fire on my window.
Van screamed in surprise.
That was Lester's cue to yell "GAH!" and frantically look left to right for something --- anything --- to put out the fire.
That was my cue to yell "TUBIG!", my feet fighting with themselves if they were going to run for the bathroom to get some or not.
That was Van's cue to go "SAGLIT, SAGLIT!" She tore across the room, almost knocking my fan over, and snatched her bottle of water in the corner of the room (for some reason, that corner seemed so far away at that moment) and literally splashed the contents on the opposing fire. Lester helped out by "patting" the fire out (I imagine that if it had been on the floor instead of on my desk that was full of food, he would have kicked at the flaming paper violently).
"Ayun pa! Ayun pa!"
*SPLASH!*
For two more grueling seconds, we stared at the scene of the disaster, trying to see if anything else was still burning.
Until Meg laughed.
"WOW!"
"Oh. My. GOODNESS!" I joined in. "That was... that was...."
"I can't believe I sense it...It was just behind me!" Lester exclaimed, making me laugh even harder. I guess the early bird DOES get the worm.
Note, dear readers, that everything (until that time we were finally able to breathe) all happened in 10 seconds.
It turns out that the culprit was one of our lamps (the ones with candles in them) that had been myseriously placed near the window. Odd, no one remembered who put it there. As a result, we put out all the lamps and placed them outside the room, instead.
Thirty minutes later, when we were cleaning the wet desk, I still couldn't get over the fact that there was a freaking fire in my room. And right beside my bed, too!
Man!
********
Good thing most of our food wasn't affected, and after we had cleaned up before other guests arrived, it didn't look like there was a fire at all (except that our window hangings were obvisously less than before, and the window screen was scorched, and part of my bed was damp with water).
I think that was THE most exciting Open House I've had. Quite fitting because it's the last one I'll ever have, too.
The night went by smoothly, the fire was the topic of the night, and it was fun, especially meeting my roommates' friends. By 12 midnight, my other roommates had gone down to the fair grounds, while I ate some cake and went sound-tripping. I never go out on Open House night, see, partly because I was tired, partly because... Well, I just want to. The past years, I always had a movie marathon with my roommates. But this year I was alone (not that I minded). The events on the fiar grounds last night didn't appeal to me as much as the previous nights did, anyways. I decided to start cleaning up, so I did.
By 1 am, my bed looked über appealing.
The next thing I knew, it was 9:30 a.m., I was still in my clothes from last night, and I was late for my 10 am class where I was supposed to report.
GAH!
We had our dorm's Open House last night. We got food. LOTS of food. No, wait, that's THE understatement of the day. We simply had too much food. Gah. Like, we had more than 50 guests, and there was still food left enough to food 20 or so people! Sayang...
Anyway, the night was fun. Once again, I experienced being the in-demand hostess, runnning around, trying to serve people, but all the while I have to keep smiling and saying, 'Hi! OK ka lang dyan? Sandali lang, ha...' to all our other guests.
...
Wait, I'm getting sidetracked.
Hmm....Let's backtrack, shall we? I'm going into Sarah-the-author mode now...
********
Clean room, check.
Great party sounds, check.
Lots of food, check.
Decors...candle lamps, bats on the ceiling, orange lights... Check!
Everything was in place. Now, the only thing missing was my guests. The room had been prepared for the past hour (and I'd been checking and rechecking the room for the past hour), but no one's arrived yet. Oh well, it's just 6:30, isn't it? The knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie.
"Hao!"
"Hi, Sarah-chan!" It was Lester.
"Good thing you found our room! The first floor didn't freak you out, did it?"
The grin on his face was enough of an answer.
See, the theme for the Open House had been Holloween (on a February, no less!), thus explaining the pretty realistic bats above our heads. The decors on the hallway had been WAY creeper. When guests enter our building, a disembodied girl -- a manequinn, of course -- greets them, and eerie Gregorian chants fill their ears... The trip to the second floor is even creepier, because there are bloody footprints on the floor. *shrudder*
Anyways, back to my room. After Lester arrived, we talked for a few minutes about the topic we dread most (yeah, the two-letter word I would not dare write).
"Ate Sarah!" came a voice on my doorway.
"Hi, Aiza! Come in!" I said, standing up with a huge smile.
But that huge smile waned when Aiza's excited look was replaced with one I can only describe as fear. At first I thought she was too sucked into the Halloween mood, she had started to imagine things.
That is, until she pointed to the window and yelled, "Ate, may sunog!!!"
Wha~?
I turned to the window, and, literally 2 feet away from Lester, the crepe paper hangings on our window was on fire. Some of our food was in flames, too.
I panicked. And when I panic, everything seemed to freeze.
But, now that I think about it, I think everything DID freeze, except for that freaking fire on my window.
Van screamed in surprise.
That was Lester's cue to yell "GAH!" and frantically look left to right for something --- anything --- to put out the fire.
That was my cue to yell "TUBIG!", my feet fighting with themselves if they were going to run for the bathroom to get some or not.
That was Van's cue to go "SAGLIT, SAGLIT!" She tore across the room, almost knocking my fan over, and snatched her bottle of water in the corner of the room (for some reason, that corner seemed so far away at that moment) and literally splashed the contents on the opposing fire. Lester helped out by "patting" the fire out (I imagine that if it had been on the floor instead of on my desk that was full of food, he would have kicked at the flaming paper violently).
"Ayun pa! Ayun pa!"
*SPLASH!*
For two more grueling seconds, we stared at the scene of the disaster, trying to see if anything else was still burning.
Until Meg laughed.
"WOW!"
"Oh. My. GOODNESS!" I joined in. "That was... that was...."
"I can't believe I sense it...It was just behind me!" Lester exclaimed, making me laugh even harder. I guess the early bird DOES get the worm.
Note, dear readers, that everything (until that time we were finally able to breathe) all happened in 10 seconds.
It turns out that the culprit was one of our lamps (the ones with candles in them) that had been myseriously placed near the window. Odd, no one remembered who put it there. As a result, we put out all the lamps and placed them outside the room, instead.
Thirty minutes later, when we were cleaning the wet desk, I still couldn't get over the fact that there was a freaking fire in my room. And right beside my bed, too!
Man!
********
Good thing most of our food wasn't affected, and after we had cleaned up before other guests arrived, it didn't look like there was a fire at all (except that our window hangings were obvisously less than before, and the window screen was scorched, and part of my bed was damp with water).
I think that was THE most exciting Open House I've had. Quite fitting because it's the last one I'll ever have, too.
The night went by smoothly, the fire was the topic of the night, and it was fun, especially meeting my roommates' friends. By 12 midnight, my other roommates had gone down to the fair grounds, while I ate some cake and went sound-tripping. I never go out on Open House night, see, partly because I was tired, partly because... Well, I just want to. The past years, I always had a movie marathon with my roommates. But this year I was alone (not that I minded). The events on the fiar grounds last night didn't appeal to me as much as the previous nights did, anyways. I decided to start cleaning up, so I did.
By 1 am, my bed looked über appealing.
The next thing I knew, it was 9:30 a.m., I was still in my clothes from last night, and I was late for my 10 am class where I was supposed to report.
GAH!
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that was really one memorable experience.. thanks for everything ^^
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