So, last night I attended my first (and I think, last) promenade. I was exhausted, but fuck yeah it was fun.
My feet hurt from wearing heels (four inches, yes). My toes went numb and there came a time last night wherein I was so close to falling. Thank God, I got a hold of Jared’s arm.
I wasn’t at all excited about attending the said event. I was a little sure it would be boring but I still expected something great, like a lovely miracle, to come about. I always do. I try my best to stop and just go with what’s destined to occur but I can’t help myself. I expect things to happen which causes terrible pain, heartache, and despair which I get most of the time. But, oh well, still fun. And here I am, alive (ha ha ha).
It wasn’t boring, really. I got to hang out with people I used to not care about when I first entered the halls of my high school. I danced with my greatest friends and some people I used to not talk with. I even danced with the guy who ruined my life (lol jk.5). Plus, most of the songs played were good music (thank you, Tinay and Bea). Prom was good, but incomplete.
When I was dancing with this (really great) senior guy, Matt, he said something that made me tear up (which kinda ruined my make up). That made me realize and regret. I am that person who doesn’t take chances. I am that person who sees the chance but lets it fly away. I am that person who plans everything perfect and when given the chance to actually allow things to be perfect, just chicken out like a little bitch and start breaking into tears. He was right. I know he was right. Still, I didn’t grab the chance. And here I am, regretting.
Though I cried, I tried my best to still feel okay. I didn’t let my feelings get in the way. “Not tonight” said a good friend of mine. Prom was some kind of a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience, so I knew better than let my feelings get in the way.
To my surprise, a lot of unforgettable and blog-worthy things happened. One of my favorite parts of the night was when I called Ynch (via Skype). Ynch is one of my best-est friends who moved to the US last October. We (me and everyone else who knows her) kept screaming “Hi Ynch” while in the middle of the dance floor. We were like in a mosh pit and the iPhone was the stage. Edward’s voice was the loudest of all. We were making noise and were infinite (naks). Until Sir Cenita’s voice blasted from the speakers telling us to shut the fuck up because the night’s about to end.
To sum it all up, it was indeed a great night. Prom was really really fun. Though, I didn’t get to dance with the guy who I wanted to dance with. Oh well, it wasn’t meant to happen. So it didn’t. I was meant to have a great experience, so I did. Good night.
I am still waiting for that time to come
When everything is just going to be about you and me
“There are certain things in life where you know it’s a mistake but you don’t really know it’s a mistake because the only way to really know it’s a mistake is to make the mistake and look back and say ‘yep, that was a mistake.’ So really, the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake, because then you’d go your whole life not knowing if something is a mistake or not.”
do you want to know a secret - the beatles
first day of my life - bright eyes
fall - ed sheeran
till kingdom come - coldplay
to be with you - the honey trees
wherever you go - a rocket to the moon
bloom - the paper kites
if it’s not with you - phoenix
our song - the xx
till there was you - the beatles