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Thursday, February 28, 2008

♥ Prom Nightmare

The month of February has always been associated with high school proms. My cousin who's in 3rd year right now is probably having a blast with their prom by now which is set by the way in Bellevue, Alabang. Lucky them. When I was in fourth year our prom was only held at the Girls' Quad which has limited space and the place doesn't really give a sense of importance for the most awaited event in high school' students life (generally speaking).

And in light to the prom topic, I would like to tell you that my first and last prom was a real nightmare. Thinking of it right now makes me laugh. But way back then, I felt so humiliated I wanted to crawl under a rock and die there.

I feel really bad that my prom night wasn't something worth treasuring and remembering. You see, during that last year in high school I really liked this guy (I don't really think I'd say I love him because the term for love for me back then is way different than what love for me is now). We were an item and a month before prom, he stopped talking to me. Seriously. Nope, he didn't even try and send me a text message. So I was being very very optimistic that by February comes, he and I will be okay again. Because we didn't actually break up. He just suddenly decided he wasn't going to speak to me anymore.

So the month of love comes, every high school student in our batch is all giddy and excited for the upcoming prom. And the awaited night came. And I felt really pretty in the gown I wore. Next thing I knew, here comes the jerk... i mean, the guy with a beautiful bouquet of red roses in his arms. I was like, "Oh my god... i'm gonna get those roses!" I was like almost gushing and squealing at the same time. Even my friends were as excited as I was because finally it seems that we are gonna be okay.

Prom started, everybody is in the middle of the quad dancing their hearts out to the beat. Soon, slow music filled the air and all theses couples started their way to the middle of the dance floor. During this time I was with a friend and we were sitting down (just finished dancing with a male friend of ours) and I was waiting for the god damn bouquet to be brought to me.

So I was sitting there, smiling freakishly as this guy held the roses in his hand and started walking to the dance floor. What the hell?! I wasn't at the dance floor. And I was still smiling as he gave the bouquet of roses to this other girl, saw her blush and smile and say her thanks. It would've been okay, actually. I would've casually walked somewhere quiet and then after restraining myself not to jump on the guy and pull all his hair out and then resume having a happy time with my friends.

But no... tsk tsk... everybody knew that we were an item . And so once he gave the roses to somebody else, everyone's eyes were on me. Even my sister was looking at me like I'm helpless. I cried that night, made my mascara run a bit and cried some more. I cried mostly because of the humiliation that the guy caused me. It was so embarrassing believe me.

Not exactly the picture perfect prom I hoped for ever since I stepped into high school. Oh well. To those who will still be celebrating their prom, enjoy it with your friends. After all, it's just this one-time experience. Might as well make the best of it.

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