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What is all this noise about prom? We have had the tickets selling for about three weeks now. I hear this is the last week to buy tickets and to sign up your date. That’s the most interesting part – sign up your date. I don’t know why but it just makes me want to tickle. Sign up your date. Thank goodness I’m not going. I wonder what I would have done. I have this fabulous poem on “My First Date,” and yet I have never had the courage to ask a girl out. Let no one laugh, I know I’m not alone. That is one of the problems that you have when you pick up the bookworm attitude. You are up to your neck with work so much that you forget that there is a life ahead of you. This is even worsened when you go to an all boys’ high school like I did. You never learn how to socialize very properly. I remember one time I had to sit opposite a girl while eating. I was actually seated before she came to sit opposite me and so I didn’t have any escape route. I looked at her, then looked at my food. Looked at her again then looked at my food. I couldn’t stand it. I picked my bowl and went to sit somewhere else. Is that lady-phobia?
All the same, I’m glad that I’m a guy. I’ve seen some girls get worried sick about prom and it makes me wonder what exactly is the big deal. Way back in October, when I first came here, I heard some girls talking about prom and what they were going to wear. I was like, “jeez, this must be some big party of some sort.” I didn’t know what prom was and for a good reason too – there was nothing like that in my all boys’ school. These girls seemed to be real serious. They were making all these gigantic plans and floating in a land of dreams.
It’s even bigger now. There are huge fashion magazines totally dedicated to prom. No one should freak out. As I said, I had no idea of prom before. I hear you have to dress all pretty pretty with your stiffly ironed suit and gleaming tie and the ladies with their flowing gowns. I also hear your supposed to be in your best gentlemanly manners that day. Pay for your date, pick her up in your own car (or borrowed one), open the doors and say “ma’am”, and other stuff like that. Then you also have to know how to dance. That’s one thing that completely disqualifies me from being someone’s date. I simply do not know how to dance. That’s one reason that I try to avoid parties as much as possible. I wonder what would happen if I’m invited to this big business meeting one day as an adult and then it comes to time for dancing. I’d probably run away. Maybe I’ll have to take a class on dancilogy and partylogy.
The worst part though is asking for a date or hoping for a date. I thought it was kind of difficult for the guys to rehearse countless times the proposal speech, but the girls are trying to tell me that it’s more difficult being a girl and hoping for “Mr. Right,” especially in this our culture where it’s not deemed so proper for the girl to make the advance. I can’t tell which side faces more difficulty, the knights or the princesses. Anyone have any idea? The only thing I know though is that I don’t have to worry about any of these – at least not for now.
On the prom day, I’ll be burning my brains trying to unravel the annoying puzzles that ETS calls SAT II. I’m going to sign up for the after prom though. That way, I don’t miss out all the fun. You never know, I may even get to dance. Or I’ll call home and ask my friend to come and be my date. Yippee J.
But that is me. hehehe... Take care!