Balls are useless and stupid and I hate them. Actually, so are proms and sophnights and interactions and (non-)acquaintance parties and soirees. If you know me, then you already know that that's my stand on such things, and if you really know me, then you'll have figured out why.

   I didn't ask for a vocally-challenged date. I didn't ask to get an upset stomach on pre-prom. I didn't ask to dance everywhere forever. I didn't ask to get indigestion on prom night. I didn't ask mom to pay for my ball expenses a month after the prom. I didn't ask her to make me a pretty, new gown.

   What I did ask for, was not to go to the ball; for mom to take out the ludicrous 3200 pesos of ball expenses on my everyday money "baon"; for me not to have yet another expensive squeeze-you-to-death gown made; for no date to be found...

   Tomorrow I'm having a second fitting for that ball gown I don't want, that ball gown which makes me look 10 pounds thinner at the cost of cutting my oxygen supply in half. The color's different this time, a shimmery sort of blue-green which would bring out the "green" in my eyes if I were Aeris, but sadly I'm boringly-pure-Chinese colored.

   Does the word corset mean anything to you? Well, according to my handy-dandy electronic dictionary the Language Master, it's "a stiffened undergarment worn for support or to give shape to the waist and hips". Well, the corset in my dress certainly does give shape to the waist and hips. I don't know if that's a good or a bad thing anymore. On one hand, I'll probably look some degree of the word fantastic, but on the other hand I'll also probably get some sort of fainting spell before the night is over, and not to mention if I actually finish dinner or bend down, the dress might just explode. That's beauty for you.

   Hm, the dressmaker (Len Guiao) is really fast though, she practically finished the gown within a week. By the way, she also made my pastel grad dress, which is even tighter than the ball gown! Miss Hech is going to have a fit when she sees it, and I'll be lucky if they even let me march or get up onstage...
  
   There was originally a long bit here about what I think of this Xanga-blog craze, but in the interests of keeping friends and minimizing offending people, I've decided to post my thoughts somewhere else. Oh it's still public, but only less than 5 people know where it is. For my real friends only, who will understand and not judge me, I'd appreciate your going there, thanks. Just ask me for the url if you don't know it already. :)