This is a new feature I came up with, because lately, I’ve had a problem filling in my Wednesdays with relevant posts. It’s a discussion post of sorts, that revolves around books and your life outside of it. At the end of each segment, I ask you guys a few questions, ones you’re free to answer of course!
On Breaking Free and Junior-Senior Prom
Almost two weeks ago, my school held the annual Junior-Senior Promenade at Crowne Plaza Ortigas, organized and sponsored by the Batch 2015 Junior Students and Parent Teacher Association. And in spite of the fact that I wasn’t even half as frantic and eager this time as compared to the first, the event itself was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, one hell of a night to remember.
Because come on you guys, it’s cause for celebration! We had cocktails, and barbecue, and piles of delectable, and not to mention free food, and there are photo booths purveying and catering to vanity (and we love that, because how many times a year can one even dabble in guiltless ostentation?) plus a massive, open dance floor, and let me just tell you, I’m a completely different person dancing to the beat of heavy music—I can assure you major-ass flailage (credits to Nara for coining the term!)
But the thing is, I’ve never really been the type of girl to party—at least not until the recent years. I’ve always culled to standing in the shadows of the limelight, never reaching out. As a kid, my life revolved around anime and school, and I never really made friends out of my small, eight-person circle, and honestly, I would have become an outcast had I not driven myself to popularity joining all sorts of contests and quiz bees. So I guess you could say that people looked up to me, but I never once felt that I ever really had a friend.
And I guess that’s why when I stepped into the jungle they fondly call high school, I decided to embrace the comfort that books could offer—whenever I read, I was detached and in traveling light, but I was never solitary, desolate, alone. I enjoyed the company of all sorts of fictional characters, and it was as if I existed in some universe between mine and theirs, where I could meet and interact with these people born from ink on those pages I so lovingly held pressed in between my fingers.
And for a time I was happy. Hell, I even made a blog to have something to show for it!
But I guess at one point I realized that I couldn’t keep on holding myself in abeyance within the confines of my shell– I wanted to fracture the perimeter of my hypothetical limit. So somewhere along the way, I learned to break free from reticence and inhibition, and that’s one of the most important things in life that I will forever be grateful to high school for. I’m graduating in less than two months, so you can hardly blame me for all this drama, but really. Reality has never felt this liberating.
So back to prom and how I shamelessly raised the roof at one point by then: well needless to say, I made the most out of the occasion. I decided to enter the venue in style, and while I give no credence to mastering a runway walk swanky enough, mine along the red carpet was worth it. And lookie! I found a good shot with a friend to show for it.
And then after the program, my friends and I decided to utilize the photo booths (though it took us approximately ten million years to reach the end of the line), and were even honored with guest appearances by our Prom King and Queen. I was capital S Starstruck, gotta admit.
Hahaha I kidd, both of them are my close friends (and I’m proud to call myself their legitimate matchmaker).
And then of course, who can forget the heavy dancing, and hands in the air, everyone singing along to the earsplitting music (not even caring that our voices sounded like nails screeching against an uneven concrete wall), and it was tons and tons and tons of fun.
And then of course I realized my feet were bleeding (don’t worry, this is a metaphor), and I was getting a little lethargic, so I made my way to the lobby and paused to wait for my parents to arrive. So like I said, overall it was a night of reverie. Just another item to add to the overflowing list of items to cry over when all is said and done.
Have you ever felt that way? Like you want to leave high school and grow up, but not really, at the same time? It happens to me constantly, and it’s getting really confusing. But I’ll figure that out sooner or later. I have another formal event to attend on March the 28th (the Graduation Ball!) and because I’m extra excited for that, I’ll show you the inspiration for my dress, a Jovani ballgown number (I love their designs):
Of course, I had mine embellished, because I can’t hope to wear another tube top without worrying about it accidentally falling off, but I hope it looks amazing once I get to see the finished product.
On Falling In Love
Meanwhile, let’s forward track to the present day: here I am, eating from a bowl of double coated Tim Tams (they’re heaven on earth, I super swear), cramming my Physics concept notes, my head spinning and my heart recovering from having recently read Tahereh Mafi’s Ignite Me.
AND MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS WAS IT FANTABULOUS. You don’t need a genius to figure out how much I loved that book. And GUUUURL does Mafi know how to turn your engines up with those sexy times! No seriously, I can’t even count how many times Warner just Dave Franco’ed in my head like,
I know you want a good taste
Which of course meant that
But I’m not going to spoil the rest of my review today, so I’m going to take a different approach for the time being. In fact, I’m going to start with a question that had me at a loss for good minute or two as I read through the book:
Do I know what it feels like to truly love someone? Have I ever been in love?
Well the answer I currently have to both is neither. I’m not exactly into delineating terms that lead to trite remarks, but I just couldn’t stop thinking that because I’m around Juliette’s age, if only a year younger, I should be asking myself the same questions that have been gyrating through her head.
I mean, I’ve been in a relationship (or two,
or three), but they were never official and were nothing like sparks flying and hearts intertwining and feeling as if nothing will ever be the same again in dearth of my better half. And that’s why in a sense, I’ve always been a little jaundiced by the heroines in books, because they’ve experienced a love so pure and infernal, and have loved without stopping to think twice about having meant it. So I guess I can never surmise a definition unless I’ve felt love in non-platonic tenor, and if you ask me about ever having been in love, I guess the definite answer to that is one big fat no.
But I still have my whole life ahead of me, so the thought is probably a little too premature, haha.
On Love Interests In Fiction
And of course that got me thinking.
Why does it seem like a paltry endeavor for a fictional character to find the perfect guy? And no matter how Plain Jane these heroines are, in terms of appearance and personality alike, why do these guys succumb to attraction and fall head over heels in love with them?
Well I guess the answer to that is pretty simple. They were written to fulfill the fantasies of a predominantly teenage audience. In reality however, none of us are lost princesses, or superheroes, or average girls with cryptic and esoteric powers, so of course it’s hard to come by something that exciting.
As for me however, I choose to remain content with my collection of book boyfriends, and just because I’m feeling generous, let me share with you my favorite of the bunch at the moment:
If you can button down the character by virtue of his features and quotes, well then, congratulations! Feel free to fangirl at your leisure. (Well, Hunter Parrish is a dirty shade of blonde, and he doesn’t have naturally green eyes, but he is the face of every Warner on Tumblr, and honestly, I’m pretty happy about that!)
But now it’s time for you to take the stage and tell me all about your opinions on the matters I just presented!
What are your thoughts on prom? Are you ever excited for it? How did it feel, if you’ve ever experienced it? What is love, and do you think that you’ve ever fallen in love? Who are some of your favorite book boyfriends? And who would you cast for Warner if they turned the Shatter Me trilogy into movies?
And that’s it for this feature! If you want to share your own answers, please do! Leave a comment and make my day 🙂