And can I just say how many people take this Asean Scholarship thing. Edsa Shang was swarming with parents, students and a bunch of Singaporeans who are hella paranoid. Then again, who wouldn't want to get a free education in Singapore -- where the students rank number 1 in a test a bunch of countries took. We, on other hand were second to the last in ranking. Beautiful.
It was sad to see how my brother is so close to leaving. He could pass that for sure. That's why he's so freaking smart. He's thisclose to leaving and I'm getting really sad, because I obviously don't want him to. Right now, he's behind me laying down and looking really pale because he's come down with something. Then again, if I were stuck in a hotel ballroom taking stupid tests for 12 entire hours, I would feel pretty darn horrible too.
Then SabPag practice happened and I have to say that 4A, I am so proud. People actually showed up. Only two didn't arrive and that is probably the best attendance we've ever had for a practice, asides from the practice we get during Filipino class because everyone's there. Still, practice was actually pretty darn good. Sure, we're far from finishing anything, but the point is, we're working towards it. That's one worry off my shoulders now.
My dad, Pamy and I ate at the newly-opened Teriyaki Boy in Mega Mall for lunch and that was an experience to remember. My stupid mouth suggested the restaurant. And the food was great no doubt about it, but the service wasn't as stellar as the scrumptious Oyakudon I had. And the worst part was I knew my dad. My dad hates bad service. I really wanted to enjoy my food, but that just wasn't going to happen anymore.
And after reading the very enlightening story of Julian Candelabra, I've always tried to finish all my food when I eat out. Why? Because according to the story, the waiters in restaurants are only allowed to eat the left-overs of the customers, and only when the eating hours are over. So why do I finish my food? Because Julian Candelabra ate the left-overs at a time he wasn't supposed to be eating the left-overs and that got him fired. Due to the disappointment of his suddenly jobless status, he kills his boss whom he refers to as Ma'am.
After reading that, did I honestly want to be the reason for someone's killer instincts -- literally at that. Do I want my inability to finish the food I had ordered change someone's life in a really drastic way? No. I refuse to be responsible for putting someone who gets so easily tempted in jail.
The funniest part of all was picking up my brother after the exam. No, nothing hilarious happened, but yesterday was the debut of someone from my lola's church. We saw her debut being announced in the newspaper. My sister and I, having stalker tendencies, really wanted to see how it would turn out. But due to all the busy schedules and crappy tests, we forgot all about our dear debutante. Yet as fate had meant for us to witness her coming of age, we're there smack on the day of the debut. Seriously.
We even see her dad overseeing the entire decorating process. It was really nice! Makes me wish I were rich enough to have that kind of celebration. I am going to be a princess after all. I think a grand debut is just fitting. We see all the flowers being brought in and the dance floor being set up. We even see them place the ice sculpture they set at the entrance. We've got the best seats in the house. Unfortunately, we had to go. There were a few guests already, but my dad wasn't exactly as game as we were to sit around and wait for the birthday girl to grace us with her presence.
Still, the gods love me. As we walk towards the escalator, there she was. A vision in aqua. I have to say for someone I just don't feel, I thought she looked really pretty. For some weird reason, my distaste for her vanished and all I could do was feel happy for her. Really strange feeling, even for me. No, there are no lesbian undertones here, I just thought she deserved to be happy. I wonder how much her parents spent on the entire celebration, but I hope she had fun.
My sister, being a neophyte with her brand-spanking new cellphone complete with a camera (I'm so jealous!!!), she couldn't even take a decent photo of her. Now why would we want a picture? Well, let's just say we wanted to give tits a good laugh. My aunt knows how obsessed we were over the shindig so it would be funny if we told her we were really there with her and had pictures to back us up.
Speaking of debuts, my older batchmates are about to have theirs. And it's making me wonder what kind of debut I want. I am turning eighteen only once. My sister had a nice semi-formal thing in our backyard with her friends and that was pretty cool. The thing is, she danced with my dad just like the "normal" debuts where there's a first dance with the dad. My mom says she's quite sure my dad would want something like that during my non-existent party too. I'm just not okay with that.
I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ my dad. Even if I get really pissed of at him half the time. I'm just not the dancing in front of everyone type. Correction, I'm not comfortable waltzing in front of everyone. I know I should be practicing for when my prince needs me to waltz with him at his coronation ball, but I just feel odd doing it. Heck! I felt weird
I like dancing. In fact, I love it. I just don't like being singled out doing it alone -- even if technically, I won't be alone because my dad would be there but dancing just the two of us, on the stage in the background, while I am not wearing my coronation ball gown with bad lighting, just isn't going to do well with me.
So now, instead of worrying about the Talaban survey I really have to do, the IW's I have to cram, the P6 test (I can hear Yvina go, "What's P6?") I have to study for, and the many more important things I have to do, I am bugging myself over a non-existent debut which won't come in so many months. Boy, are my priorities whacked out!