*Yawn* It was again that same old feeling, the same old experience. Facing the same walls and ceiling, and waking up in the same room day by day, again and again had really triggered me into moving the position of my bedroom furniture.
First thing first, the old, ancient closet was the first on my list to be gotten rid of, not to mention the pink smelly sofa; a loyal companion of mine that had grown pale, covered with dust as year passed by, earthed on the same spot since I was six. It must have been a long time since I couldn’t even recall back when was the last time I sat on it and actually got it brushed and vacuumed after the unfortunate event where that old Kitty had “sprayed” on it.
In attempt of pushing that heavy couch out of my room, I realized that I had only inched it out from its actual site in spite of the full-powered force and energy that I had transmitted into. *Sigh* I’d never thought that moving furniture would be that tiring and back-aching. Giving up, I lied down on the floor to rest my back, closed my eyes for a moment and turned, trying to get myself up when Abracadabra! Something glittering shone right before my eyes underneath the yet-to-move aged closet. Immediately, I got on my knees, bent down and stretched out my hand to sense and reach for it. “Finally…” I said to myself and cleared the webs and dust from its surface. Once cleared, I was flabbergasted! It was the diamond photo frame from my girlfriends for my 13th birthday present that kept an old group picture of my school’s annual ball. Looking at it, brought back the setting of that particular magical night where tables were adorned with candle lights, colorful banners stuck on walls and unique decoration draped on it, also with a special glittering disco ball that hung proudly in the middle of the hall.
Thinking back, I used to wonder and imagine how my life could be if I am the daughter of an influential, rich and high-ranking family. I could be one of the girls out there who are able to spend unlimitedly, dress up in rich garments daily and doll themselves with cosmetics that keep them pretty and noticeable each day. However, I live in warm, loving and caring family without too many problems to ponder and worry over. Not everyone, including the rich and famous, may know and understand the fortune and happiness in living in a family like mine. Knowing how lucky I am, I really appreciate and am very thankful to be born in my family. Though it is only a modest one, still it holds the position as the main happiness in my life. Speaking about my family background, I therefore come in the same modest package. I am just a plain, simple and ordinary girl who dresses moderately as in no make ups and accessories dangling from me, who plans what I spend and just goes through the everyday life quite unnoticed. In short, I am just like the girl next door. Yet, like what every girl in the world would feel, there was a particular part of me that wished and craved to someday be noticed more by the people around me, to let them know about my existence.
Coming to the rescue, this particular occasion has truly marked a remarkable and memorable experience and chapter in my life. People didn’t really notice my existence around them. They just came in and out of my life without really going through the whole process of learning and understanding each other well. I would say that I had only known a few real friends. But conversely, people typically only really notice my existence if I appeared in hallways and classes with my twin sister. I guess that I only really capture people when we appear specifically in a pair then. As new students in St. Peter, freshmen especially were looking forward into the school’s annual ball. I still remembered how my two girlfriends and the whole school reacted towards the flyers and posters that had been circulated and passed both inside and outside school for nearly a month. Frankly saying, like everybody else, I’d started dreaming and imagining the night of the ball in my sleep and classes. But like always, the word “nerd” again appeared in my mind. Taking into account how I appeared with my thick spectacles and unfashionable hair, “No one would want to date a nerd like me…” I thought.
However, miraculously, the four-eyed genius, Josh whom always got his braces stuck with the leftover of his breakfast each day, which had been sitting next to me all the time in science class gradually asked me to be his date. Smiling from ear to ear, I was on cloud nine! It was something unexpected. Same happened to my sister too. Apparently Josh’s best friend needed a date too. Instead of having no date at all, my sister and I turned to each other, exchanged smiled and said YES!
Slowly, after the busy frenzied period of the ball’s preparation, the day of the party finally arrived. It was really an outstanding night as the theme was the free costume concept. We had a table reserved for the gothic costumes and one for the hot and spicy. Others included Halloween, hip hop, flora and fauna and the beach wear costumes which I was in plus many others. One can only imagine how dazzling and colorful the hall was with all the beautiful decorations. Scented candle lights and colorful spot lights helped brighten the feeling adding such a wonderful mood to the atmosphere. Not forgetting the participants who dressed to kill with each of their impressive outfits.
When daddy dropped both of us in front of the hall, I can still remember how we both seemed to be the centre of attention that night. Everyone were eyeing us looking surprised and shell shocked to see a set of identical looking girls wearing the same long batik skirt with high heels and a ring of pretty flowers decorating each of their curly set-hair. They had no idea at all who we were. In addition, they were not only students, but also outsiders and teachers. There were no more thick spectacles or the tying and clipping up of hairs. Even our girlfriends didn’t recognize us. Oh my, thinking about it again, I was in the ambiance of happiness and feeling high yet nervous since everyone got their eyes on us. Oh it all comes back to me now, the wonderful feeling of ecstasy mixed with extreme horror. I am really thankful for my uncle’s help in preparing us that evening.
The night was a total success. Everyone loved and enjoyed the party. We had games and dancing floor activities which were meant to be ice-braking sessions aimed at making more new friends. The games brought down the house where everyone couldn’t stop laughing seeing some of the participants’ acts and creativity during the games. In that one special night, I felt like Cinderella who in the early part at the ball was not at all noticed by anyone but finally became the major attention of the whole party. In my case, having guys coming to and fro, asking us for a dance or two wrapped up by a busy photo session with the people I didn’t even know flattered me and made me feel like a real life princess.
Wow, it was truly a great night. Even after the party, some guys waited up outside the hall just to pass us their numbers while asking us for ours too. How cool was that? I can’t believe that I have nearly forgotten such a remarkable experience that has changed and totally transformed my entire school’s years from a girl that had spent her days in only her comfortable shell to a cheerful, noticeable girl. *Smile* Thank God that this “marvelous” idea came across me, or else I would end up staying in that same unchanged room for another decade of my life; and little by little having this special forgotten memory far away from me and bit by bit losing its position forever.
First thing first, the old, ancient closet was the first on my list to be gotten rid of, not to mention the pink smelly sofa; a loyal companion of mine that had grown pale, covered with dust as year passed by, earthed on the same spot since I was six. It must have been a long time since I couldn’t even recall back when was the last time I sat on it and actually got it brushed and vacuumed after the unfortunate event where that old Kitty had “sprayed” on it.
In attempt of pushing that heavy couch out of my room, I realized that I had only inched it out from its actual site in spite of the full-powered force and energy that I had transmitted into. *Sigh* I’d never thought that moving furniture would be that tiring and back-aching. Giving up, I lied down on the floor to rest my back, closed my eyes for a moment and turned, trying to get myself up when Abracadabra! Something glittering shone right before my eyes underneath the yet-to-move aged closet. Immediately, I got on my knees, bent down and stretched out my hand to sense and reach for it. “Finally…” I said to myself and cleared the webs and dust from its surface. Once cleared, I was flabbergasted! It was the diamond photo frame from my girlfriends for my 13th birthday present that kept an old group picture of my school’s annual ball. Looking at it, brought back the setting of that particular magical night where tables were adorned with candle lights, colorful banners stuck on walls and unique decoration draped on it, also with a special glittering disco ball that hung proudly in the middle of the hall.
Thinking back, I used to wonder and imagine how my life could be if I am the daughter of an influential, rich and high-ranking family. I could be one of the girls out there who are able to spend unlimitedly, dress up in rich garments daily and doll themselves with cosmetics that keep them pretty and noticeable each day. However, I live in warm, loving and caring family without too many problems to ponder and worry over. Not everyone, including the rich and famous, may know and understand the fortune and happiness in living in a family like mine. Knowing how lucky I am, I really appreciate and am very thankful to be born in my family. Though it is only a modest one, still it holds the position as the main happiness in my life. Speaking about my family background, I therefore come in the same modest package. I am just a plain, simple and ordinary girl who dresses moderately as in no make ups and accessories dangling from me, who plans what I spend and just goes through the everyday life quite unnoticed. In short, I am just like the girl next door. Yet, like what every girl in the world would feel, there was a particular part of me that wished and craved to someday be noticed more by the people around me, to let them know about my existence.
Coming to the rescue, this particular occasion has truly marked a remarkable and memorable experience and chapter in my life. People didn’t really notice my existence around them. They just came in and out of my life without really going through the whole process of learning and understanding each other well. I would say that I had only known a few real friends. But conversely, people typically only really notice my existence if I appeared in hallways and classes with my twin sister. I guess that I only really capture people when we appear specifically in a pair then. As new students in St. Peter, freshmen especially were looking forward into the school’s annual ball. I still remembered how my two girlfriends and the whole school reacted towards the flyers and posters that had been circulated and passed both inside and outside school for nearly a month. Frankly saying, like everybody else, I’d started dreaming and imagining the night of the ball in my sleep and classes. But like always, the word “nerd” again appeared in my mind. Taking into account how I appeared with my thick spectacles and unfashionable hair, “No one would want to date a nerd like me…” I thought.
However, miraculously, the four-eyed genius, Josh whom always got his braces stuck with the leftover of his breakfast each day, which had been sitting next to me all the time in science class gradually asked me to be his date. Smiling from ear to ear, I was on cloud nine! It was something unexpected. Same happened to my sister too. Apparently Josh’s best friend needed a date too. Instead of having no date at all, my sister and I turned to each other, exchanged smiled and said YES!
Slowly, after the busy frenzied period of the ball’s preparation, the day of the party finally arrived. It was really an outstanding night as the theme was the free costume concept. We had a table reserved for the gothic costumes and one for the hot and spicy. Others included Halloween, hip hop, flora and fauna and the beach wear costumes which I was in plus many others. One can only imagine how dazzling and colorful the hall was with all the beautiful decorations. Scented candle lights and colorful spot lights helped brighten the feeling adding such a wonderful mood to the atmosphere. Not forgetting the participants who dressed to kill with each of their impressive outfits.
When daddy dropped both of us in front of the hall, I can still remember how we both seemed to be the centre of attention that night. Everyone were eyeing us looking surprised and shell shocked to see a set of identical looking girls wearing the same long batik skirt with high heels and a ring of pretty flowers decorating each of their curly set-hair. They had no idea at all who we were. In addition, they were not only students, but also outsiders and teachers. There were no more thick spectacles or the tying and clipping up of hairs. Even our girlfriends didn’t recognize us. Oh my, thinking about it again, I was in the ambiance of happiness and feeling high yet nervous since everyone got their eyes on us. Oh it all comes back to me now, the wonderful feeling of ecstasy mixed with extreme horror. I am really thankful for my uncle’s help in preparing us that evening.
The night was a total success. Everyone loved and enjoyed the party. We had games and dancing floor activities which were meant to be ice-braking sessions aimed at making more new friends. The games brought down the house where everyone couldn’t stop laughing seeing some of the participants’ acts and creativity during the games. In that one special night, I felt like Cinderella who in the early part at the ball was not at all noticed by anyone but finally became the major attention of the whole party. In my case, having guys coming to and fro, asking us for a dance or two wrapped up by a busy photo session with the people I didn’t even know flattered me and made me feel like a real life princess.
Wow, it was truly a great night. Even after the party, some guys waited up outside the hall just to pass us their numbers while asking us for ours too. How cool was that? I can’t believe that I have nearly forgotten such a remarkable experience that has changed and totally transformed my entire school’s years from a girl that had spent her days in only her comfortable shell to a cheerful, noticeable girl. *Smile* Thank God that this “marvelous” idea came across me, or else I would end up staying in that same unchanged room for another decade of my life; and little by little having this special forgotten memory far away from me and bit by bit losing its position forever.
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