SanjulaMaia

SanjulaMaia

7/21/10

ECLIPSE OF THE HANGOVER



I'm sure you don't want to be like this. Alone and out of mind.


Here’s the twitch.

For a person who is so guilty about it would say “NO. What in the earth is that for??” or it can be “DUH. Why do they have to??” with sharp voice, sweaty hands and face, rapid eye movement and sort of tachycardia.

For a person who is guilt free (like me) on it would probably say “what for? But its ok” or something like its fine with them.

At first, I totally disagreed about it. It’s just like, “after they find out the drug users, what’s next…??”. Though I know when a prohibited drug is administered into the body would turn a person into real immoral person. May be your asking me “why did I disagree?”.

Here is the thing. I really have a playful imagination. You may find this weird and might even say “BOO! You’re exaggerating it. ”, or even more painful than what I’ve thought. It goes like this……

“I’m so sorry Miss Lingad.”
“What do you mean ma’am?”
“We got your laboratory drug test result and we find out you are positive from drugs”
“Which means…..??”
“You can’t enroll in this university.”
“……WHAT!??? But how could that be? I mean, it’s my privilege to study!”
“I know, but it’s our policy.”
-------end of my dreams---------

CUT!*paaak!* THIS IS NOT TRUE. IT CAN'T BE. IT WILL NEVER BE.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know I’ve been one-dimensional in that case, but it was just a playful imagination. This is very far from reality. Still I have these questions; what if, a student got positive result, what would happen next? Would he loose his right to study? What if he was just influenced, force or something against his will? Or he was just so curious about it?. Things like that.

But as I’m on my way home with a disturbing stomach, I started to think for a broader significance of drus testing for students. Since my stomach is alarming really sharp I can’t concentrate of it much. Funny I know. As I reach home and turn disturbing things into calm state, I start of thinking new idea.

My final answer would be a big YES. Totally and literally big huh? *laugh
Aside from teaching and preparing the students to be academically capable of towards professionalism or to whatever the carrier they choose, deep into this there is still a main goal that the school must accomplish. This is to make the student be a person, a complete person. We are old enough to think for my real point of view here. So I think I won’t explain it further.

Being under influence of drugs may put the person into a real trouble. Just like what we had just watched a while ago, THE HANGOVER. The characters are all under influenced of rhenol. They don’t even know what they did the whole night till they woke up. It was a funny movie. But if it happens for real, I think it would be the end of their life of dreams. This is not impossible to be in reality, in fact there are much more terrible cases (reported and unreported) which are really happening in our world nowadays. Specially for teen agers who are “exploring” things in different way, different as in exploding thing up!

Lets think this way;
…a student who came to school who is under the influence of drugs. In his laboratory class, he was asked to do venipuncture. . . . . and so on. . .

What do you think the patient’s life during and after the puncture??? ---pak!!--- end of his life? *kidding.

See how important drug testing before entering to school is? With this, students will be more professional in every way.

In addition, taking PROHIBITED drugs is a BIG NO NO in our country, actually all over the world. Whether for school purpose or not, I totally AGREE for drug testing as a requirement to each and everyone.

ABOUT THE TITLE:



I entitled my blog post ECLIPSE OF THE HANGOVER. because a while ago we watched HERE's COMES THE BRIDE and the HANG OVER.
its like when you take prohibited drugs, you're turning your life into darkness which was originally and suppose to bright. Got what I mean?

7/6/10

is it CRYSTAL CLEAR FOR GINnie?




It was our third night and we run out of stories. Since Kathleen was the only one who know the place by heart. We asked her to take us out.

It took her about half an hour when she finally told us…….. that she DON’T have any idea. We all raised our one eyebrow to her and give an awkward face. Plus a pinch coming from my cousin, Tayn.

Tik-tok-tik-tok-tik-tok

None of us hesitate to talk. Until the crickets break the silence. But the frogs didn’t let them win.

Beep!beep! (it’s coming from a mobile)

“hey! You guys seems to be bored”

“you betcha Mang Jerry!” as I replied with a sad face.

“go with me, I’ll take you three to the bayan. It’s their last night. ”

? ? ? ? ? ? ?. It’s because we don’t have any idea on what he is talking about. Instead of asking “W’s”, we stood up immediately as we grab our phone’s and camera’s.

While walking to get in the mobile, Rovi crack a joke.

“Mang Jerry, thank God you came. Ah! By the way Kath nice try, but thanks anyway. I appreciate your effort.”

Everybody was laughing, including Kath.

Ssssssssshhhhwwwwsssss……

As the cold fresh breeze of air hits my boy. I can’t help not take a deep breath.

When I turn my head on both sides, I’ve noticed the houses. Only few had their lights on. The convenience stores, grocery stores, mini boutiques and some drugstores are already close. But it’s just pass seven o’clock. Well, they have different routine. We’re out with that.

Tug.tugs.tugs.tugs…………

“here we are. I’ll fetch you later just let me know when you want to.”

“okay, thank you po” as we answered in a childish way.

The place is big, field with green grass. Mini tents are build most of them sell souvenirs’. One tent catches our attention, the TATTOO section. Just henna. Their designs are cool at negotiable price. The three of us gave it a try. I had mine in my lower back and the other two at their upper hand.

I was the last who finished because it’s much bigger than they have. They did fine. But the other two are unhappy, plus Rovi who gave his comment about their work. They knew a lot in arts, because they are an artist. During those times, they are freshly graduate with a degree of bachelor of science FINE ARTS. Yeah, they paint really good.

Here are samples.

Few steps away from the last stall we’ve been through. Anne Curtis’ tarpaulin was there holding a bottle of GSM blue. They are hard drinkers and they didn’t let the opportunity to escape. A girl assisted us, gave us vacant seats and table as she let us choose variety of flavors.

Believe it or not, during those times I don’t drink alcohol. It ended there, they asked me to try. Out of curiosity, I took a shoot. Then took another one and it goes on and on.

I felt a bit tipsy. I asked them to go back home. We tried to call Mang Jerry but he’s not answering our call. There is no other choice but to walk.

Walking way home at the middle on the night without any fear is one of the amazing things I had during my stay in Marinduque. We we’re giggling and it took our tipsy feeling away.

Finally we’re home! We decided to stay at the nipa hat cause we’re not sleepy.

Surprisingly! A clear long bottle sparked as the rays of light strikes on it. Oh no! Rovi both a bottle of gin. Things followed, play cards with a glass moving around. Ken heard us. Came closer and joined us, bother of Kathleen. He asked to have another round of shot. Oh no! I can’t find my way out. Sari-sari store was just next to us and I think it was the only store open. They both 2 bottle of GSM, they call it four-sided bottle.

They made a rule in playing cards. It goes like this: 1 LOSE is equivalent to 1 GLASS of gin. But still the glass is rotating (half filled) while playing.

Have I mentioned that I don’t play cards? If not. Yeah I don’t. they teach me the mechanics but I play bad all the way. Imagine how many times the glass went to me. Reason why the gin taste like water to me.

Then finally we’re done. I felt tipsy, but not drunk. We went to our room, upstairs. I still walk straight, very conscious and feeling like nothing went to my stomach.

Few minutes later I just feel my heart beating so fast. I barely catch my breath. I start to feel cold but my body was so warm. My vision got blurry. I stood up and can’t help myself not to cry hard.

They all got panic and keeps on asking me what’s wrong. I can’t speak! I don’t know what to say. Until I just fell down to the foam (good thing I fell there). I can see their faces with full of fears.

Sharp pain put me into sorrow. It feels like sharp needles are being punctured from my feet up to my head. Then whenever they touched my legs, it feels like-----I can’t describe it. All I know is it’s hurting me too much. I tried to speak but I can’t even move my tongue. I even tried to hold the hand of my cousin but I can’t move it.

Then I realized my body doesn’t want to follow me anymore. It seems like I don’t own my body. Then it all turned out into black.

I heard someone screaming as I open my eyes, I saw a man being transferred to another bed filled with blood. I got scared. I switch my eyes on the other side. Tiles, faucet, cabinet, scissors, knife, trays, and other stuff with are very familiar.

“Jennie?”

Subconsciously I turned my head. A man wearing all white came and asks me

“Do you know where you are?”

“Hospital??” I replied with full of fears.

“Yes, specifically in the emergency room.”

Emergency room! I couldn’t believe it. I can’t think of any reason, my mind went blank. I thought it was dream or something else.

“Can you remember how you get here?”

“…………..No, I was with my friends and cousin. That’s all I could remember.”

“I know you’re scared. They’re waiting outside. I’ll them in.”

They came in and gave me a hug. Then laugh at me really hard as they tell me the whole story. Rovi even showed his feet, he’s not wearing slippers. According to him, he got panic and forgot to wear his slippers. Oh that made me laugh!

Doctor came in and let me drink a medicine. She prescribed a medicine and ask me to take it 3x a day after meal.

Well it’s an experience that I surely don’t want to happen ever again! Honestly, I thought it would be my last word, last tears, last breath and last night of my life.

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