Junior Prom
Our school’s Junior Prom was on April 25th at our school’s theatre. It was from 7pm-11pm. And hell, it was A LOT of fun (plus a lot of toe losing feeling due to high heels…)
We had two more other club activities on the same day: March of Dimes and Children’s Fair. I woke up at around 7:50am to get dressed and ready. My dad drove me to Michelle’s house at around 8:20 and we went to the March of Dimes. Arrived at around 9-ish. My dad went off to jog in some random route, so Michelle and I, not wanting to walk the whole 10k, walked the family route (which was like a loop) and then went back to the stage area to listen to the band playing. Then my dad came back and we got free food there (both Michelle and I decided to get Veggie Hot Dogs xD). We left at around 10:30 to go to the Children’s Fair.
At the Children’s Fair, we went through obstacle courses with some little kids. We ended up just giving children rides on the parachute or creating a tent for them to run through. At noon, we went to get some free food for the helpers and pizza. Michelle and I freaked at the pizza box: it was X-Men Origins: Wolverine! With a very sexy and buff Hugh Jackman in the front. We ended up going through the trash can to find clean boxes so we could rip the front cover off. =)
I got home at around 2pm. After lounging for awhile, I went to take a shower. Then I painted my nails (they took SO LONG because I had to paint them silver first and wait for them to dry, then paint glitter over them, for BOTH HANDS). Then my mom did my hair; she braided them in the back and stuck flower and butterfly pins on. I took off my contacts before I took a shower so I could rest them for a bit, so I had to put them back on before my mom applied makeup. When she was trying to curl my eyelashes, she accidentally pinched my eyelids instead (now I have a small cut), so I just did it myself. I was supposed to arrive by Mindy’s house at 5pm, but I was already late. I was rushing out the door when my mom exclaimed, “You forgot lipstick!” So we went to search for a light colored, glossy one and rushed out the door.
I was the last one to arrive at Mindy’s house. It was so exciting and fun when the doors opened and we all stared at each other’s appearances. Rhenchie’s dress looked nice (even though I remembered it as something less pretty….) and I loved her hair. Michelle looked soooooooo mature. Haha, I loved that curvy black dress (and how the bottom was slanted). It’s funny how she just bought her earrings and shoes a couple hours ago. Mindy had a super low-V cut dress. During dinner, we all made fun saying how she should wear a tighter bra so we can see the line between her boobs (sadly I can never see mine).
Mindy’s dad drove us to Chili’s for dinner at around 5:30pm. I think we drew everyone’s attention when we walked into the restaurant. Mindy and I shared ribs (one of them was called the “Memphis Dry Rub”) and Michelle and Rhenchie shared a steak. After we were done, we all went to the bathroom to either reapply makeup or brush our teeth. Then Mindy called her parents (who was dining at Applebee’s with her sister) to come and pick us up. We sat around and drank water for a awhile. They called Mindy when they arrived and we went back to Mindy’s house because they forgot to do something *cough* apply deodorant *cough*
We arrived at the school at 8pm, and not a lot of people was there (even though the dance started at 7pm and doors opened 30min before that). There was a line of rock images going into the theatre and we tried walking in a straight line on it. It was REALLY cold outside, and I didn’t have a jacket because nothing went with my dress (all I could do was try and maintain warmth with my tiny shawl). We checked our things in and went into the theatre. It was so dark inside that I was kind of disappointed because no one could see my makeup anyways. EVERYONE inside was freak dancing. It was crazy how inappropriate those moves are (and the funny thing was teachers at the side were just supervising and watching.) It was awkward, so we decided to go out and take pictures. Walked to the room but something happened so we walked back. I tried to dance a little with the music. We took some pictures in the dark, so the flash was going crazy. After awhile, we became more comfortable and the songs were familiar, so we started dancing more. It was half hilarious and half disgusting seeing people on the floor doing some crazy inappropriate move. Lol. I had some apple juice and Mountain Dew (shared with Michelle), and we just plain sat down for a awhile at 10 something to rest our feet because the high heels were making them numb. Other than that, we pretty much danced the whole time. I had a lot of fun going crazy and trying to copy other people’s moves (WITHOUT some guy behind me though). The four of us tried freak dancing and got into a line, but we didn’t touch each other and we weren’t committing humping movements, so that doesn’t count. The dance ended with the song “With You” by Chris Brown. We took some more pictures and went home. By the time I was done cleaning and everything, it was 12 something. Bleh.
It was hella fun though. Can’t wait for Senior Ball now! (I shall post up pictures once I clean out some from my computer because I’ve got no more room…. ;;_;;)
Happy Birthday, Doctor
Wishing you an unforgetful Happy 38th Birthday, dear the awesome 10th Doctor David Tennant. Have a good one!
Everybody else has better…
What everybody else has is always better than what we have ourselves.
The same phone looks like a prize in someone else’s hands when it’s just a scrap of plastic in ours. The same car looks like it costs much more than the metal box we drive in. The handwriting of our fellow classmates’ aways look nicer than ours. The clothes our friends have always look more hip and up-to-date than our old rags. The list goes on and on until we are succumbed in bitterness and envy.
We’re never satisfied with what we have, with what we possess, with what we are as a human being. We’re always too fat, too short, too ugly, to dumb, too lazy, too bratty, too rude, and “too” anything else that degrade ourselves and cover up the potentials that lie within us.
Everyone is born with some talent. There is no two humans exactly alike. We have our goods and bads, maybe some people have more of one than the other, but we are all worth something. Yet, why do we always pick out our bad aspects and thrust them forward to compete with someone else?
I wish I truly believe in what I said above and stick to that forever and ever for every second of my life. But sometimes, life just seems so unfair. How come I’m not as smart at math or english or french or whatever? Why am I not as fast as that girl who hasn’t even trained as long as I have? How come everything I say turn out wrong? Why can’t I just get something right for once?
But why can’t anyone see the good in me? How come, after I’m starting to love the way I am, I’m always put down with somebody else’s kid? Somebody else’s kid who is smarter, who is harder-working, who gets better grades, who can get into a better school, who has a brighter future than a failure like me who only knows how to talk back to the people who love me?
And it’s at these times that I hate myself for being useless and my parents for comparing us like that and for all the people out there whom I’m being compared to. But doesn’t my talents, my potentials, what I have count as something?
Yet in this godforsaken, screwed-up, “civilized” world we live in, not everything that people have will earn the respect and value of importance as the talents other have. We go to school to learn about math, english, history, science. How can anything beat those “valuable” traits that, once we master them, will be hailed as king and queen of all mankind? If you’re good at math, you’re one hell of a genius. If you’re good at english, you’re one hell of a genius. If you’re good at history, you’re one hell of genius. If you’re good at science, you’re one hell of a genius. If you’re good at running, well, that’s good for you, but running will not give you the money you need to live. And because of that, you just don’t live up to those geniuses out there. If you’re good at drawing, you’re most likely the first one to lose your job. Afterall, marveling at the beauties of life portayed in those art pieces aren’t as practical as spending millions researching how to create bombs that can blow the world ten times over.
And these days, when it comes to how our future is going to be like, it’s all about which college we get into. But the way of getting into colleges have been so systemized and business-like that it just seems so fake. At the end, it’s all about who has more money. Then we all come to realize, it’s all about the money. Money can get you private tutors, money can get you SAT/ACT practices and lessons, money can allow you to take the 40 dollar test ten times until you are satisfied with your score, money can let you take the five other subject tests you need to show off just how smart you are so colleges will accept you, money can buy the seven AP tests you don’t know why you’re taking but you’re doing it because everyone else is doing so, money can pay for the 40,000 dollar a year tuition charged when you finally enter a four-year private college where you will probably stay longer than the designated four year just so you can get all your credits in, money can pay for the hundreds of thousands needed when you enter grduate school, and after years and years of studying at school, you finally enter real society with a PhD, maybe two, maybe three, plus Master’s Degree in some other totally insignificant to your work in the future.
And everyone will love you, will admire you, will hail you as king and queen of the world. There’s nothing wrong with that. You worked hard for it. You gave up so many years for it. You deserve it.
Yet, not everyone is like you, and because of you, most other people are not given any value. You become the model everyone wants to live up to. But not everyone can in this lifetime. We know that, we should know that, yet we don’t. We look forward to the same future, but for most of us, it’s beyond our grasp, no matter how hard we try.
And then it comes down to what I lack. Hard-work. If you’ve got no money to make yourself look perfect, then you have to try all that much harder to achieve what you want. And that’s just what I don’t have from what I hear. I think I try hard, maybe not as hard as could be, maybe not as hard as everyone around me, but I really think I put in effort. Maybe not all concentrated in one area, but I try to make the best in almost everything I do.
Why can’t anyone see it? Maybe I’m really not trying at all. I don’t know. What can be considered as “work hard?” I don’t know. I wish I can work hard like other people (see? comparison?) but I just don’t. At the end of trying to please everyone and to soar for a goal that will always be out of reach, I end up with just bitterness and hatred.
If you love someone else’s kid that much, if he/she always win when we’re compared no matter what, if you’ll just be happier off with a genius as a son or daughter, if you can take pride and brag about which great college and what higher score was obtained, then go ahead and throw me out. I’ll never be great as them.
