Lo and behold! I am alive and well. I am also aware of the lack of updates on this page and i assure you, my loyal audience, that the fault is not unentirely of my own engineering. It’s ironic how my holidays are less interesting than when i’m *coughstudyingcough* my arse off; college “politics” are serius biznes. Srsly. Anyhoo, i have news! Hurrah!
I received word today of an upcoming prom organised, strangely enough, by my juniors. Not that i doubt their competence at pulling of such a momentous event, but i would think that if any organising were to take place it would have been done by my batch. We should know better, so we like to brag. Actually, i’d just like to wish them all the best and pray that make this one an enjoyable and memorable event of my remaining fleeting teenage years. I certainly would like to know my RM60 is going to be well spent.
“Prom night”. The very phrase invokes all sorts of feelings in me. Mostly elated anticipation coupled with copious amounts of dread. My experiences with proms haven’t been all that great. Well i’ve only attended one ever to be honest, but that in itself brings back not-so-fond memories of sitting with friends and yet being so alone and out of place at the same time.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy the idea of a prom if only it being an excuse to dress up. I suppose observing the female figure in flattering garments is an added highlight in itself. My real issue, as the picture shows, is with finding a suitable, and more importantly, agreeable partner to go with. I doubt i would be the only one going alone but it still does seem to go against a very fundamental part of what a prom is all about in the first place.
I certainly know who i would like to go with, but whether she’ll be my date is another matter entirely. Contrary to cliche, the asking itself is a relatively simple task which i have no qualms over and could be done over with with a mere phone call. The problem lies in if she says no. I could always ask someone else instead but would it be proper? In a way, it wouldnt be fair to any girl i ask after the first. It’d be like fishing out of the bargain bin to use a less than eloquent metaphor. I suppose i can understand now how Ying felt being fourth on the list…or was it fifth? Hmmm…
Let’s hope i can bring a male friend if all else fails.
-Jax out.
Hey hey! You you! Will you be my prom date?