I don't get this huge rush to get pieces of fabric for "prom". Some of you may not know it, but the full form of the word is "promenade", probably where that MRT station name came from.
But that's not the point, I didn't set out to define the word nor would I want to, simply because I don't wish to deal with semantics.
I just..don't really get why this much trouble one would take to doll herself up. I'm just going to assume that every guy who bothers putting on make-up, wearing their "Sunday's Best", and taking an extra effort to make himself "appear presentable" is inherently female and thus should donate their balls to Hitler.
Buy prom clothes? Seriously? Whose money are we talking about anyway? For the ignorant, only 11.8% of teenagers (15-19 years old) work. Out of this 11.8%, how many are from JC-s? Very little, I daresay. Very few JC students can devote time to practical stuff like "getting employed".
Sure, I may sound like a hypocrite seeing as I live in excess at times, but I think that money well spent is money...worth spending. What's the point in prom clothes? You won't wear them ever again, because it's against societal norms to wear the same dress twice (at least for another prom). Oh, what's that, you said that you're fine with wearing the same thing twice? Then wear what you wore in your previous prom and not bug your parents for money for the same issue.
Electrical bills are stuff that we cannot avoid. We pay such bills periodically. We treat them like cancer, and we pay money to get rid of such cancers. We'd rather not pay them at all, because it's something constantly nagging at us. If, for every prom, you're buying a new prom dress, aren't you becoming a cancerous teat in your family in every sense of that phrase?
I'm not spending my parents' money on something as superfluous like "prom clothes", simply because I don't want to waste their money. On a deeper level(yep, I'm actualyl a very profound person despite my lack of clothes, have you ever seen a sage dressed richly?), I live by a saying that goes something like "One builds his confidence on clothes". I definitely don't need any source of confidence other than my undoubtedly huge dick, and seeing as I do have a huge dick, I don't need clothes to build my confidence.
Oh, you're wearing very nice clothes? Big deal(do). Move on, I have a bigger dick than yours, and I don't need to wear clothes to make up for anything that I might be lacking in, seeing as I don't lack in anything. It's seen that men driving sports car are driving sports car to make themselves appear important, to make up for not being well-endowed. The same can be seen for prom. The nicer you dress, the smaller your dick is. This car example resonates with my clothes analogy very well, and it can be exemplified by this pick-up line:
"You know how some men buy really expensive cars to make up for certain, well, shortages? Well, I don't even own a car…"
http://www.funny-pick-up-lines.com/sexual-innuendo-pick-up-lines.htmlI really really don't understand what's wrong with people these days. Is it your money? Should you be providing another source of bills for your parents, which could be totally avoided? Your parents take a huge chunk of money simply keeping you online, paying your Runescape membership(never did, I get my friends to treat me, and I often succeed because my charisma is worth that much), paying your phone bills, credit card bills, food, food you eat outside with friends, et cetera. You have warm water to take your shower in (an excess I like to deprive myself of), a broadband connection to exploit, availability of pornography at your tips. All paid for by your parents, who probably can't watch porn seeing as you're already using the computer/watching porn.
Why burden them further by throwing in this flippant way of treating clothes? Wear once and it's over, and you can't wear it again? Wao.
So this post is for the real men out there who share the same sentiments as me--Leave the vanity to the women, they conform to societal expectations (set by females themselves, not even us). We live our way, and live it messily.
Alastair Proudly Presents: 6 styles of clothings to suit your Prom Night!
Style 1: Wear your Secondary School uniform. Seriously, to hell with whichever JC you're in (unless you're in an IP school, for which I know you'd choke for the lack of experience of the world). If you're from Cat High, what better way to steal the limelight by wearing your green shorts while others are wearing long, formal, boring pants?
Style 2: Wear your CCA-based clothes. Yep, show off every damned achievement you've made in your CCA, be it your marksmanship badge, your past physical fitness badges, et cetera. Everything, pin on everything. If you're from a uniformed group, you'd excel in this style. If you're a diver, turn up in a diving suit complete with an oxygen tank. At least then you'd have an excuse not to go waltzing around the dance floor as a "prom" would suggest.
Style 3: Wear pajamas. It'd indicate your lack of interest in the proceedings, and an "I don't give a fuck" attitude to each and every proceeding. It'd make you stand out too. And you can always sleep in the lobby of whichever hotel your school is holding the prom in. Best worn by persistent sleepers in class. I'm contemplating this one. Just turn up and mumble something about "I thought it was supposed to be a slumber party...zzzz...." and make it past whoever stands guard against petty crimes like visual pollution and general sloppiness of clothes.
Style 4: Dress up as random animals. Remember the furore caused by the bin-foraging bear? You could cause one too, except that it'd be funnier. Why stop at bears? You can be a penguin (and take all the foods made from fishes), an orang-utan(eat all the salad and bananas), a pig(SWILL), or whatever, it's your choice. Again, a good reason to avoid waltzing around--you can't move like an animal unless you're made of Lion-stuff like myself, and even then I failed being ninjcat.
Style 5: Home clothes, complete with slippers. Now people would try to stop you for being such a sociopath, but if you're truly a sociopath, you won't give a shit. Are you sociopath-ic enough?
Style 6: By far, the most boring. Wear whichever uniform you have been wearing for the past 2 years. Serves the same purpose as Style 1, except more boring seeing as it's 1) long pants, 2) something everyone is accustomed to.
Why am I coming up with so many novel ideas for prom? Simply because I find it ironical that people always complain about having to wear uniforms in school, but they always try to enforce this idea of uniformity through chaotic fashion during Prom.
By wearing such commonplace clothes in an uncommon situation, you'd naturally outshine and outlast all the other contenders. Oh, you spent $500 on all that clothes and accessories? Too bad, girl, I stole all the attention you might have gotten while vying with the other boring conformists, armed only with my school uniform--SOMETHING YOU ALREADY HAVE.
Everyone tries to dazzle others, and everything becomes so blinding that something dull becomes striking in its own right. It's up to you to see things whichever way you want, but trust me, people would stare at whoever follows any of the 6 styles above.
Simply because it reflects huge balls and the fact that the practitioner of one of the 6 styles is a complete social dick.
But all this focus placed on prom dress codes raises this one question: Why? Why this endless pursuit for glamour, vanity, and "presenting your best side"? People bother, because clothes is a mark of wealth, and wealth is an indication of social class. If you're able to dress well, you're probably from a well-to-do family, and thus, worthy of mating. People thus "present their best side". Even just once, people want others to see that they are capable of much appeal, that they "could if they wanted to".
Don't lie to me about this. There's no way around this. Everyone just wants to present themselves as more appealing, more worthy than the rest of mating. This behaviour has been around ever since the start of time, and it will never disappear. And you'd never admit it.
This is where comics help:
I'd quote the last part:
And remember, romance is transactional, the destination is more important than the journey, and your actions sometimes reflect a subconscious bigotry you'll never admit to.
Ditch this bullshit, I don't need to make myself more appealing. Anymore and everyone would try to blow me, and that'd suck. I have a lot of sperm to spare, but that doesn't mean I'd waste it on just anyone.
And with this Biology MCQ, 2 years of my life in AJC has reached a conclusion. I really don't know why I hate AJC. The teachers aren't bad at all. Is it the stifling school compound? Is it because the school is too small? Is it because the uniform is too dull? Why? I don't get it myself. I just don't like the aura the school gives off. I had this general dislike towards AJC the first moment I stepped into it, but alas, that first moment was when I've already made my choice to go AJC (I never went for the openhouse, I couldn't be arsed). I am quite touched by the fact that my teachers never gave up on me despite my obvious indifference to academic subjects, and general laziness of the ass. I am truly grateful to the great teachers of AJC.
But this marks the end of the A levels too, and with that, the time I'd get to spend with the Chief Presiding Examiner (CPE).
So after Biology MCQ, I made my friends wait with me for the crowd to clear in the hall, so that I can complete what I dared myself to do.
A teacher from AJC, who is also an invigilator, was switching off all the lights in the examination hall when she turned around to ask us questions like "what are you all doing here?"
Teacher: What are you all doing here? Go and celebrate lah.
Me: Well I uhh want to ask the CPE some questions.
Me: Um...I want to ask her to add me on Facebook.
Me: Uhh...no lah, I just want to, uh, -blushes- experience how it feels like asking a random person for her Facebook...-blushes even more-
Teacher: Oh. Ahahaha I see, good luck (;
Heartened by that, I went and did it. It went something like
Me: CPE CPE I want to ask you a question.
CPE: No? NOOO NO NO NO NO.
Me: But I was, technically speaking, never your student! And besides, I'm not a student anymore!
-heartbroken-.
Well but she was highly amused. Makes everything worthwhile (;
When she left the school gates, I wailed out something like "BYE BYE, I WILL MISS YOU". I'm pretty sure that'd leave some lasting impression she'd have on AJC. And I'm glad I'm the one who would make it into her memories and dreams.
Sometimes, the things I do surprises even myself.
