I am a Filipino, but I cannot speak our native language to save my life. I am also not the most caring or hospitable person on the block, so shame on me, I guess. You’re probably saying that I am a shite Filipino, but yes, I totally admit that.
However, like any classic Filipino, there is nothing I love more than loud music, and singing off-key, on the top of my lungs on an old, beat-up, karaoke machine.
The name is Reese. I’m 14; I was born on January 18th, and I’m a High School Junior at the Abba’s Orchard School. I live in the Philippines. Once I get out of the hellhole that is high school, I will take up Journalism, hopefully in this school called Ateneo De Manila University, or De La Salle University. If all else fails, I could just commit suppoku, but then I’m too much of a narcissistic fag to do so. I will become the most badass rockstar/lawyer one day. Just you wait and see.
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I had a blast at prom last night. At first, I really didn’t want to go due to some really shitty circumstances, but I’m glad I went. Where do I even start? Oh. The beginning is good, yes?
So I was commissioned to make the invites and the tickets. The organizers (lol aka trio of idk, so Renzo and I call them) told me I had artistic freedom and then they tell me what to do. Cramping my style, yeah. Pissed me off so bad. I guess thanks to Renzo, Reine and Emman, I was able to overcome it.
I’ve had partners switched over 9000 because apparently, I’m short, and because of circumstances I don’t want to talk about. Just thinking about it pisses me off, so I shall refrain. So anyway. Practices went on, and on, and sure enough, the day came. We practiced four dances - because our prom isn’t really a prom, it’s just to show off to our parents, as many things we do in our school are - Save The Last Dance For Me - Micheal Buble, Shake Your Groove Thing - Peaches and something (sorry, I forgot.), Waka Waka - Shakira, and Jai Ho! - The PCD.
The dances were easy enough. The hard part was dancing those in front of our parents. Seriously man, it’s our night! It’s the fucking prom and we dance in front of our parents? Anyway. The prom is more than just a prom in our school. It’s the turning over of responsibilities of the outgoing seniors to the incoming seniors. Personally, I got the Key of Wit (omg do I even deserve that?) but there are other keys like, the Key of Leadership, the Team Captain (of the soccer team, yeah.), Creativity, Cooking, Music, all that.
We also pay tribute to the seniors by playing prophet and trying to guess what they become in the future. Though I am appalled that everyone became a businessman/woman.
After all that was done, we kicked our parents out (without letting them in on the chow), and we ate. Soon after, the real fun began. The disco. Let me just start this off by saying that I swear the kids in my school are too…innocent. They refuse to dance without steps, and they don’t let themselves go. That’s a tragedy, if I might be so bold. Anyway. It worked out somehow, and I had loads of fun.
Four inch heels, a tube dress with a removable train, amazing friends, great food, and excellent music. That’s what I call a night. However, the preparation for this night led me to really not want to go. But I did. And I had an amazing time.
So if you’re planning to skip your prom, like I originally planned, I have a word of advice for you. Don’t. Chances are, it’ll be more fun than you expected it to be.
