Saturday, January 17, 2009

Princess in Havaianas: Sneek Peek

Today is January 17, 2009. And yeah, I am shouting for joy because Midterm exams are finally over! But do I really have to run all over this secluded, dark place and say HURRAH at the top of my lungs? Well, absolutely not! I do not know why do we have this crazy instructors and proctors who seems like they do not include us in their priority list. We did not take the exam on Programming, Trigonometry and Computer Application for this reason that we do not know. But okay, let's just thank them for it because I really should be reviewing anyway. And on Monday, January 19, our first mock defense in Management Information System. Talk about partying for joy! But, anyway, after eating at Greenwich at SM Bacoor, my boyfriend, my best friend Shara and I decided just to go home and do our very own business. So here I am in front of my computer. Damn. I'm really looking forward to type in my computer again.

I am bored. Dead Bored. I am stifling a really bored grin and decided to do a sneek peak of my Princess in Havainas here on my blog. To tell you the whole truth, I'm still not finishing that story because it's really impossible to finish it especially if school gives you the worst headache. So here is it guys! I hope you can read this and comment about it so I know what you think about it.


Clad in my worn out black pair of Havaianas, torn jeans and McDonald's vintage tee, I decided to shop downtown to look for something to wear at school. I saw Jet Rag's boutique and it says, all tees cost for not more than a dollar. I decided to check it out to see if they'll cater to what I like when someone called me from my back.

"Hey Sandy!" it was a man's voice coming from behind.

I look back and saw Martin Evans, a senior at Capistrano Valley High-School - our school. He is a member of the Music Club and a vocalist of this rock band, 'Til Death do us part. 'Til Death do us part is one of the most sought after rock bands at CVHS. Because of Martin Evan's sapphire blue eyes, messy bronze hair and that undeniably mysterious but meaningful smile, many girls are going crazy over his band. He is the dream of every girl and the envy of every guy existing at CVHS. I was one of the girls who fantasize Martin to be her boyfriend but problem is, he's only got eyes for this girl - Claudia Lopez. Claudia Lopez is one of the female rockers at our school. She is the vocalist of the band My Undying Girl. She has those long, black and silky hair, Hazelnut-brown eyes, sun-kissed tan skin, a perfect body and a voice of an angel. All in all, she is a Goddess in her own rights.

I smiled. I give it my sweetest smile. "Hey Martin!"

He walked towards me. I know in the heat of the sun, I'll melt any minute. "I'm just thinking, uh, about this."

He showed me a white ticket for Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands. It is the biggest and the most prestigious battle of the bands in the history of Orange County, California. I'm pretty sure that Mission Viejo will bag the top prize if those two most sought after rock bands in CVHS - 'Til Death do us art and My Undying Girl will join.

"Oh, perfect! I've dreamed of watching this my entire life!" I said in amazement. "Wait, how much does it cost?"

Martin smiled. "For you, it's free."

I was dumbfounded after hearing this. "Really? Thank you, Martin! But, why you're giving this to me?"

"Because you're the only Junior girl who appreciates rock bands. You see, some of the girls on your level are phonies. And I do mean, girly-girls. I hate it."

I smiled. I just can't believe that Martin Evans, the every girl's dream, is talking to me right now. It made me forget that we're in the middle of the street, talking underneath the heat of the blazing sun.

Martin checked on his wristwatch. "I better have to go. See you on Friday at the Beachfire Bar and Grill at 7 PM."

Then he ran away. Holding the ticket on my right hand, my hopes soared. It could mean a romance between Martin and me and this is the romance that I have dreamed of for such a very long time.

When I got home, I hurriedly ran to my room and phoned my bestfriend Tisha. It rang for three times and then I heard Tisha's voice on the other line.

"Hello, Salvador's residence, may I help you?" Tisha answered in her Spanish accent.

"Hey Tisha, it's me, Sandy."

"Oh Sandy, hi. I was doing a coke can sculpture entitled Erotica. The theme is all about sex but in an artistic way that people wouldn't notice that the man and the woman are actually having an intercourse," Tisha explained.

"Guess what? Martin Evans, the hottest guy on CVHS invited me to watch the annual Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands!" I said, almost screaming in astonishment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. You mean, The Martin Evans? Our hot classmate on our History subject?"

"U-huh. He gave me this ticket while I'm shopping downtown." I said.

"Okay, so what now? You're going?" Tisha asked.

"We're going, Tisha."

"Oh," Tisha let out a loud sigh. "You know what, Sandy? I'm not a rocker girl like you and I do not care 'Til death do us part band and mostly, I do not, repeat, I do not fantasize Martin Evans to be my boyfriend! You should go, really."

"You're not going even if I tell you that the battle of the bands will be held at Beachfire Bar and Grill?"

For a moment, Tisha paused. After what seems like an eternity, Tisha screamed that it almost deafened me. "Really? At the beachfire bar and grill? When? Oh, I'm coming with you! I've always wanted to go there!"

"Friday, 7PM." I said chuckling while shaking my head.

"Okay. Gotta hang up, Sandy. I should prepare my best outfit for Friday, bye!"

It's not really surprising that my forever artistic bestfriend Tisha, or Patricia Salvador, sounds really excited after I mentioned the name Beachfire Bar and Grill. It's a haven for art lovers like her. It's got some nice artworks and the interiors are really fresh, unique and modern. The food is also great. I've dined there once with my dad on a Father's Day but I never went there myself because the food is really expensive.

Come Friday and that is the day that I'm waiting for. It's only 5:30 in the afternoon when my mom saw me fixing my hair in front of our mirror. My mom is also going to a friend's party with my dad. She was wearing that True Religion jeans, a vintage lace top from Marc Jacobs and a three-inch prada heels with a Prada bag to match. My mom is a fashionista and she adores Kimora Lee Simons, Kate Moss, Gwyneth Paltrow and Cameron Diaz for their sense of style.

"Where are you going?" mom asked in a high tone.

"To Beachfire Bar and Grill. Why?" I asked, while brushing my streaks of red hair.

"Oh, it's about that Orange County California Annual Battle of the Bands?" Mom read my white ticket.

My jaw dropped and I run towards my mom to get my ticket back. "Mom, how'd you get it? I told you not to check on my things!"

"You are not going!" Mom shouted.

"But mom..."

"No buts, Sandra!"

"It's Sandy!"

"Your real name is Sandra Keeping!"

Hearing us arguing, my dad headed downstairs. "What's this all about, Sandy? Andrea?"

"Dad, mom won't let me go to the Orange County Battle of the Bands! Dad, I dreamed for this all my life and now that I have this opportunity to witness the most prestigious Battle of the Bands in the history of Orange County, California, I won't let this opportunity slide right before my very hands just because mom said so." I said to my dad, while my eyes are glued to my sarcastic mom.

Mom defended herself. "Dear, would you let Sandra to be a lesbian by going to this, er, battle of the bands? I can't let her make out with a girl! Take a look at her, Brandon! Take a look at her!"

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Here comes mom again! I was wearing my blue havaianas, my The Beatles vintage tee, ripped jeans and my Elvis Presley sling bag.

"It's not because that I'm wearing boyish outfit means that I am a lesbian! Mom, please be reasonable. I am straight. I'm not a homo or something!" I protested.

"Look Sandra, if you could only wear my three-inch prada, put a little make-up on your face and not that really, horrendously bold eyeliners and your ripped jeans, I would let you go to that stupid Battle of the Bands!"

"But mom... That is not my style!"

"Whatever Sandra!"

"It's Sandy!"

"I like to call you Sandra!"

Our once peaceful house turned into a one screaming match between me and my mom. We couldn't really understand each other, honestly.

"Stop arguing!!!!" My dad screamed at the top of his lungs.

Mom and I both stopped screaming at each other and we both glared at my naturally patient dad.

"Andrea, just don't let Sandy wear your clothes. It's her sense of style, not yours. Just let her go to that battle of the bands. Sandy, are you with Tisha?"

I nodded with a big and a winning smile. Finally, I won over my mom! It's amazing!

"But Dear..." Mom said, looking dazed and confused.

"And I should say, no buts, Andrea. Let her go." Dad said, calming down a bit. "You can go now, Sandy. Have a safe trip."

I hurriedly hugged my dad as tight as I could and kissed him on his left cheek. "Thank you, Dad! I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Sandy." Dad said.

"Bye, mom!" I said and I gave her this teasing wink.

Mom look really upset and I felt sorry for it. But I can't let her ruin this dream of going to this big event! Ladera Ranch, here I come!

And that's it for now, folks! I hope you enjoyed the sneek peek of my Princess in Havaianas!

*Capistrano Valley High School, Beachfire Bar and Grill, Ladera Ranch, Jet Rag and other places mentioned in the story are true. The setting is on Orange County California. I googled them so I can make the story more meaningful by putting real places.


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  2. awww... thanks po sa iyong comments! saul krisna. :DD

    actually, i do both writing stuffs and short stories. pero they say i'm good at making stories. that's my passion naman kase eh. so have you read the whole story? what do you think about it?

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  4. ei! ayan na add na kita sa aking blogroll! add mo na din ako ^^ thanks!

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  6. okay, satya. gonna add you up.

    uy saul krisna, salamat po huh. idol naman. hehehe. idol nga kita.

    ganda nung poem mo nu.

    i should say, you're both doing well in english and tagalog. nice.

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  8. wow! sige subaybayan ko yan.. great piece :)

  9. Wow, ang galing ng story! ipagpatuloy mo lang! so sandy is the main character here right? mukhang may pagka rocker siya like you ah! habang binabasa ko ang story hindi ko na siya mapigilan.. yung tipong ipagmamaya pa.. ^^ keep it up!

  10. wohoo. i'm starting to get positive comments sa princess in havaianas ko. hmmm.. now i'm almost thinking of coming up with a new story. hehehe.

    hahaha. ipost ko na ba yung chapter 1 nito?

    cyndirellaz, cutter-pilar: salamat po sa compliment. gosh! :)

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  12. no problem, stephen. i've already checked out your blog. i'll drop by your blog as often as possible. :DD

    Thanks for the compliment.