prom nite

prom to me, was supposed to b something grand and romantic, with dancing, meeting new ppl, getting dressed up, walking into a grand ballroom grasping on to ur partner's arms, have a pleasant dinner, have a spiced up good nite kiss when he sends u back, floating back to ur room to dream the sweetest dream ever... k, though the last part doesnt count, but i find this whole intiball thing not up to the level that i expected. actually i expected something like this to happen in a msian prom... it's not all lovey dovey with clouds around angels dancing gracefully... intiball+msian college students=picture taking+picture taking+more picture taking. none of the guys i know knows how to dance ballroom dance. instead they jz stepped on my toes as i hopelessly cling on to my stiff partner. the mcs were mumbling some weird language that u have to close ur eyes to concentrate on the words to form it into the normal english language. the performances were so out of place- the band played the jumbo song...where the only thing that caught my eye was the conductor enthusiastically waving his hands and rear end with the beat of the jumbo song.the food was cold. my partner was cold(so we went out for a stroll-which was pretty romantic). every girl dressed 'too much' to suit this situation i must say. some looked like wifes of tycoons with huge curls on their heads, and some has dresses on so gaudily that some shortsighted ppl mite mistaken them for an illuminated christmas tree. i was among the few who dressed in a simple manner, having the ability to camouflage with the back scene during photo sessions. anyhow, i must give credit to the door gifts that they lavishly gave out- chip magazines, facial wash, nescafe packets, oil blotters... and most of all, condoms! well... 80bucks... nicely spent eh? with all the bad points flooding this blog, i must say i'm very glad that someone special was there experiencing that social faux pas with me.