Last Thursday was a day I would never, ever forget. Unless I grow up to be 70 years old and get Alzheimer’s, that is.
Anyway, we attended this event called “Hopes in the Sky” hosted by our school’s Student Council. Their goal was to sell 600 hundred lanterns to earn funds for the relief of the victims affected by Bagyong Sendong. When we heard about this the first time, my friends got insanely excited (mostly because of their wish to fulfill their “Tangled” dreams) but I, for one, was only concerned of losing my “flying lanterns” virginity.
So how was it, you ask? It was pretty fucking MAGICAL. I mean, you know, if you forget the long two-hour wait we had to endure while being forced to listen to shitty bands we didn’t even know were part of the event. And the fact that we almost burned another human being as we tried to free our purchased lantern after lighting it up.
We sat down and just gazed at all the flying lanterns that looked like fireflies floating endlessly until not a single one was in sight. We laughed at the failed lanterns that got stuck in trees: trapped, immobile. And we felt sad for the lanterns that slowly descended from the sky after running out of flames.
Our Chinese friend Paolo was being all touchy-feely and shit saying things like, “Right now, the world just feels all right” and “Who needs a girlfriend or a relationship when you have friends? <3” I know it was supposed to be an “Awwwwwwww Paolo you’re so sweet” moment, but I said, “Well, who needs friends when you have lanterns?!?!!!!! AMIRITE?!?!?!!!!!”
We concluded the day by taking pictures that mock Paolo and we even made a video of us literally saying “Kung Hei Fat Choi” for three whole minutes.
Yeah. Doesn’t reading all this just makes you wish you were my friend?
photos by Uriel
