the evening razzle dazzle (the longest blog ever)

The gymnasium of our school seemed to turn into a palace of princess and princesses as it was filled with hearts and cupid figures (including the four columns), gowns and coats of the peers added glimmer in the place… the special day caused a sudden pause in the moment for all Seniors and Juniors, for it was our Juniors-Seniors’ Promenade!

The crowd started to walk along the center of the “heart-shaped portals of love” that afternoon of February 13 (never mind if it was a 13^th day of Friday). The promenade walk was that exciting for me because of my partner. She was in her simple ‘abel’ dress-yes, simple yet elegantly looking. Basically, she was the first person I danced with.

As I turned my head left and right that dazzling afternoon, “you” immediately caught my eyes. Though I was partly deceived with the glaring colors of the gowns and ball dresses of an almost a hundred lasses, your chastity seemed to outcast them.

(Back to the real story) I was left speechless

after seeing the damsels turn into real ladies. Each of them ought to be treated as true princesses. But on the other side of it, I almost laughed to myself when I saw my ‘totoy’ pals (including me!) turn into gentlemen (at least for the night! Hahaha!).

One of the highlights of that evening was the cotillion. I was quite trembling (yet excited) about my partner for the dance. I danced with one of the “roses” of our school. She was just magnificent… elegant and charming.

After that “not so satisfying” presentation, my night seemed to be a disaster after hearing that I would replace someone (that

skunk! Haha! Just kidding!) for a some sort of “wit and Charm” contest (say what?!)- the Search for Mr. and Ms. JS to make it clear. I never dreamed of myself joining in a competition like that stuff… not even in my imagination. But, well there it goes… the experience was fair and I enjoyed it.

In five… four… three... two… and pooooof!!! Lights were turned off but the disco lights came to dance with the place-time to take a hand, bow then dance. Add to it the mellow and sweet which made the night romantic. I asked all the ladies of our group for a dance… but definitely, the first and the last dance count.

(Pease read the following words slowly) Dance… dance… I wrapped my hands around her waist and we danced together… (okay, enough).

I almost did not notice the hours that night, but the hell with it, the whole thing was cut out!

That spectacular evening ended with smiles painted on our lips as we count it one of the most treasured moments we had in our high school life.

(Lights Off!)