King and Queen 2009

as promised last wednesday, i've stolen an inch of my time to blog to explain things out.

it was just last monday when finally i was asked to represent our class as a queen. my partner's Kevin jasani, my close friend, that's not a problem. long have waited to join such coronation in our school because i am often forbidden by my aunts to join-they'd say it's a waste of time, effort and money. but the case here is very different. i wasnt asked to put out a little cash. even my hair and make-up was sponsored by my adviser, mrs. scarlet just so i'd be able to represent our class. and so i agreed upon joining. she asked me to wear my prom gown AGAIN because the concept's appropriate to it.

okaaay. so now what? i'm ms. peace and he's mr. peace. we had our march from the green house to the gymnasium where tons of people were. others where on their standing position already. this could be one of the most spectacular night in our prestigious academe because of the preparation. different Asian dances were performed such that of the Malaysian and Chinese. also people from chong hua had their dragon dance. i find the numbers cuuuuuute. :) i loved it.

one hell of a night, i had to sit for three long hours there. worse is that my migraine attacked and i was about to lose my poise. of course, i should be sitting there like a princess. it's the the-queen-and-her-royal-court concept of show. sashes were pinned the i had problems when i had to stand and my heels would be stuck on my petticoat. err. that sandals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the event did not just stop there. we were asked to attend a reach out somewhere in St.Barbara today. along with us, we brought goodies and lots of goodies. ha ha! i did not expect that the reach out would be the best ever reach out i'd attend. probably this is the last. 26 days more and im out of my school. :(

"i'm 15 years old. i am in this place for 9 years now. i was a victim of my step-mother who usually put me inside the habitat of a PIG. the pig's food is mine, too. and so i ran away from home and the police brought me here. " "im 18 years old. if my father wasnt ambushed, probably i am not here. i did not know my mom ever."
"i have 12 siblings. the first two are noys and the rest of us, girls. my father and brothers would usually sexually harrass us and my mom wouldnt believe our rants. my other siblings would just watch and cry while my brothers would pig out with my body!"

these are just some of the of the significant stories that didn't leave my system though i was out of the place already.

now, bloggers, do i have enough reason to cry? do i have enough reason to make you realize how fortunate you are to have a home? in the first place, do i make sense now? i am so much drowned with emotional problems, but i didnt realize that these kids' problems are worse not until i visited that place. inspite of my problems, i have come to know that i am not the unluckiest being.
i hope this lesson learned would make you realize, too.

XOXO,
TIM