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Post Prom
Ah it is finally over.
Expenditure:
Dress-------------89.90
Brooch-------------9.90
Shoes-------------29.90
Hair/make up-----30.oo
Ticket-------------65.oo
Hotel--------------47.oo
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TOTAL 271.70
The only lasting memento is the photos. Ah, cant wait for them to develop!! haha. Hope nothing happens to the as yet undeveloped film. Valuable photos were taken. What if the photographer's hands shook at those crucial moments? The only link left are the photos. And they may be ruined. The curse of a antique camera.
But in the busy days leading to the prom, i have never been as conscious of my appearance. At night, i suddenly feel so superficial. Hmmm..
The food wasnt that good. I only liked the desert, something like sago with sea coconut. People were not interested in the food or the going on at the stage (cant see from our corner table anyway). And the table was .. awkward. The people across the table didnt dare look at each other in the eye. Ah, my classmates. And thr class disperses like this. I have good feelings for most of them. Some werent reciprocated. Like this gal who i really favour, she just agreed to watever evil comments her fren said of me as i walked past them. Sheesh. Enough of those people. They have never known the real me and will never know. Bitter regret.. Sour feelings..
After nerve-wrecking photos, where my smile is fixed and plastic, the fun finally began when the prom unofficially ended, when people surged to the dance floor. But why play some slow numbers exclusively for a handful of couples who want to show off? Let everybody have fun!
The prizes of the lucky draw were very attractive. 8gb ipod, crumpler bag, vouchers etc.. Is there some conspiracy when a councillor won one of the top prizez, of all people? I suspect so. Aiya, why didnt they call my number? 00230!!
Along with A n co, we watched "Tenacious D and the pick of destiny", about rock music and guitars. Really lame and funny show, very vulgar too. M18. Every two sentences had a F word. And there was a gross scene where i covered my eyes. But good movie! Wont watch it again though. My first M18 movie!! Will never go for those movies full of sex and violence, so this movie is still acceptable. The cinema was full of prom go-ers. Was my first late night movie too. 2.15am, still $6.50!! But due to transport inconveniences, dun think i can watch more.
Had a crash course on card games later. Learnt Tai-ti and Bridge. Sorta grasp Bridge, Tai-ti still escapes me. And someone asked how cum u dunno how to play? No childhood ah? Hmmm my childhood went by in a blur. But i do know how to blay ban-luck and gemini(dunno wat's the real name) and uno! haha. Heart attack is so fun! And i had plenty of beginner's luck, when i won most of the games for bridge, and one for tai-ti. Really due to luck, no skill one haha. We slept at 7.15am. I got the narrow sofa.
Cold sia! I woke up at 9am to shower. Had to meet at 1pm with WL n co. But once i got out of the sofa's blanket, i partially froze up. The cold marble floor of the toilet didnt help. Were to regret that i didnt shower later in the day. We dilly dallied till 11.45, watching the asia games on tv. Beach ball looks good, and the players were dressed in bikinis. They have great figures and nice butts!! And there were swimming to. I just rolled up on the super soft bed and thick blankets. Shouldnt have volunteered to sleep on the hard sofa with its slip of a blanket! And i should have taken more pieces from the memo pad, and 'cope' the toiletries!! There goes my $47.
The preparation of SY's black book was finally completed much later in the day. Quite proud of the pages i did. But my head felt horrible in the afternoon. Like mass suicide of my brain cells. Dizziness, fatigue eyc.. i had to rest for bout 30min. Too tired to fall asleep though. Loitered at Raffles place while waiting for SY. Without her, the group can never be the same. She is the glue.. Sad.
At bout 7pm we went to Cafe Cartel for dinner, at WL's spirited recommendation. Saw Alfred with his councillor friends there too. There was a free flow of crusty bread (shouldnt have eaten so much bread!). The St louis's ribs were really nice! Meaty, juicy, and it falls off the bones with tender softness. But we shouldnt have orded so many chicken dishes. I think they taste the same, though all succulent. We presented SY with the black book, and after a few pages, she burst into tears. Other diners around turned to kaypoh. I had tears in my eyes toowhich i quickly wiped away. The bill was $90++. Ah more $$ of mine gone.
We went to the esplanade's garden on the roof for a dark, quiet spot, where SY can cry without much unwanted attention. She didnt in the end haha. A cockroach scurried across. *shudder* And nat had to go half-way. More photo taking followed. Ah Bern showed her true self then, her wacky, fun, girly ways. Its a pity that i cannot know her well enough to see that side of her which she only reveals to SY. She was repressed terribly in SA too. Ah, another link ending in regret.
And slowly, the company parted at different times, with hugs from SY. First WL then ah bern. She had more to say to SY, but as i was there, she left with just a good bye. SY and i then sat then sat the green line all the way to Jurong East, where she shared her troubles. And i was to be her listening ear for one last time. She regretted that she couldnt digout more time to spend with her freinds. But she happy at least that she obtained some time to spend with us. She said our links are still new and fresh, not weathered. And to leave it like this when it could have promised more was, .. augh. With a hug from her and a whispered "Be strong", a blurred last glimpse as the train moved on, and she was gone. She understood me more than most. Scarily perceptive. Gone. Ahhhh...
And life goes on, as if the events of the past few days have never happened. Only vague memories are left. And the inanimate photos.
And a serious sore throat that reduces my voice to croaks. I have been voiceless for 2 years. It is time to let it be heard. Ironic that i have a sore throat now. Augh. *_*
There will be more outings. May they remove the pain. And a new major worry to get a job. No, i shoulnt take it as a worry. It is a necessity. There are temp jobs galore. Just dun be picky, and dun fret too much of entering a new environment, meeting new people etc.
As soon as i can speak again..
