Surprises from a routine schedule: My Perfect Cadence

Thursday, December 07, 2006

My Perfect Cadence

Alas, I managed to squeeze in a brand new entry during the wee hours of the night, or should I say morning since it’s about 5am right now. Well, it pays to create the perfect entry when the inspiration has not dried up, yet. If you're still clueless on what I'm talking about, well, you'll find out soon enough.

One quiet moment
People come and people go,
it’s not the same if you have everything foretold.
We've times of friendship and shares of lovers,
but what will we do when all is over?
Some turn to memories,
others to diaries,
to relive the moments of love and trust.
A moment,
a moment is all it takes to fall in love.
Just like the courtship of two beautiful doves
But a moment like this, some people wait a lifetime.
Like one quiet moment in a manger a child was born.

Prom night, or the more politically correct term, graduation night. The last event ever during my course as a TJcian that we take part as a cohort. As we gather around for the final round of greetings and and farewells, our hearts carry a mix feeling of burden and joy. Joy as this concludes the JC phase in our lives, which I’m sure all of us wouldn’t even dream of going through it again. Burdened as farewells ain’t the best things in the world.

Is this really goodbye? Well I didn’t really thought about that till Josh brought it up. Will our friendship last? When will I see you again? Shall we dance? ? You look ravishing tonight. Well, these were the few words that flashed my mind. For most people, it’s the farewell and all that seems depressing, however for me it seems like a whole different story. Man julian you scum stop thinking and going crazy alright, she doesn’t know and doesn’t care, you’re only hurting yourself over nothing. Seems like I leaked out my secrets. No hurry, you’ll figure it out sooner or later.

Hold your horses julian, don’t even think of spewing anything depressing. It’s against your blogging morals.

Looking towards the brighter side of prom, everything was really wonderful. Everyone was looking F.A.B.ulous especially, need I say, the ladies. Dressing in gowns that accentuate their womanly charms, the sight was a feast for the eyes (if you’re feeling a little creeped out…well that’s not suppose to happen). The guys too were no exception, with funky hairdos and dashing suits, they were dressed to impress. Even amorn dressed up in a blazer, surprise surprise! For me I just dressed normally, a suit a tie and a little rose in my suit pocket, stunning=) Amorn and I were like the roses among the thorns, seriously stylo milo (man I’m getting carried away). Right, enough about me.
Amanda’s self sewn jap outfit which name slips my mind was awesome while nicole’s amazing hairdo was, well, amazing; it took much effort in creating that hairstyle I assume. Aiysha’s butterfly tattoo was unique and Evelyn looks like another person. Did I mention yi fang looks like dragon girl in the return of the condor hero??
The food was good too, have you ever had that much caviar the size of your eraser? Well I just did. How about crème brûlée with its tantalising egg custard and crisp caramel? No? Once again I just had.
All in all perfect cadence (the title for the prom, thanks Rebecca and team) was indeed perfect, or is it so?

But amidst the laughter, the endless flashbangs of trigger happy snapshots and constant posing for the perfect picture, my eyes just wouldn’t obey my will but kept glancing towards the next table. There she is, the angel of my eyes, so near yet it all seems so far. I feel totally defeated with just the thought (more like imagination) about her, her smile, her eyes and her beautiful hair, they are just fascinating. Her outfit wasn’t elaborate like most girls’ and neither was she donned with layers of makeup to enhance her charm, because she already is without them. Simple yet elegant; aloof yet captivating. Maybe its beauty in the eyes of the beholder, maybe not. This really reminds me of return of the condor heros.

Well, I manage to googled the word ‘cadence’ and got quite an interesting find.

ca·dence
1. Balanced, rhythmic flow, as of poetry or oratory.
2. The measure or beat of movement, as in dancing or marching.
3. a. A falling inflection of the voice, as at the end of a sentence.
b. General inflection or modulation of the voice.
4. Music. A progression of chords moving to a harmonic close, point of rest, or sense of resolution.

Well, obviously the intended meaning of the title would be point 4 as the event would mark the perfect closing after 2 years as a tjcian, splendid title I might add. However, I identify more to point 3. Yea I’m falling alright, not in love, nor into depression =P but rather into the bottomless pit of ‘I should have…’ and ‘it could have been…’. Well, if it isn’t that pain I’d be bitch slapping myself over and over again.

“You man of little guts, why didn’t you approach her? You should be called a whimp!”
“I tried, but the opportunity hadn’t arise” I replied
“You could at least said hi,” I shouted back at myself.
“But she’s surrounded with her friends!”
“Fool! Are you scared mister?”
“No sir, just a little shy and nervous, I tried asking her to the dance, but they cancelled it in the end. I dream of placing that rose in my suit pocket on her hair, but all was wishful thinking; I really thought I could be her gentleman, but somehow God forbids it so and I have to obey.”

Man I love dramatisation, that could pass of as a 1st class soliloquy. Yep, they cancelled the dance and my plan was thwarted. I could have done a thousand other different things instead but I shan’t go into that. Too bad my camera’s battery gave up on me just when the evening just started, could have asked for a photo shoot as a starter…Never mind. A pity she left right after the event ended, it wasn’t that bad until josh’s words reminded me that we may never EVER see each other again. *sob sob* “Won’t you even spare a last goodbye?!?” *gnashes in pain and roll all around like a drama mama*. So much for a perfect cadence.

Well, the later part of the night was much more cheerful, though I might add I don’t club, neither does tim and josh. ‘Clark Quay is so romantic, a pity…’ Apparently that’s how the guys felt, or maybe it’s just me. Anyway, we managed to find the club where the post prom party was supposedly held, ‘Attica’ was the name, if my memory hasn’t failed me. After bidding ‘see you later’ to wei han, moses and craig, we the trio made our way to liang court to where we belong, McDonalds!! so as claimed by timothy. We chatted the night away, at the same time having our very own post prom supper. The place was empty (well at first) but as the night deepens more people came in, and then our people (tjcians) came in, after partying at the nightclub; Macs should really pay us for this, just kidding. Met a couple of vjc friends there too, kinda surprising as their prom night was held at Ritz Carlton, a long walk to where we are.

It’s really interesting seeing how my friends behave at such an hour. 3 am came and moses and wei han were out. Apparently they had dancing and a glass of liquer, and they’re different people already, well not exactly, wei han’s still normal but moses’…drunk? Nah not that bad, more like tipsy, none of us understood what he was saying and his behaviour was like ermm…interesting?

“She loves me…she loves me not…she loves me…” well I’ve no use for my rose anymore anyway, might as well give it to josh to play. Our night concluded with a taxi ride home, bushed, tired and exhausted we are.

Yawwwn, goodnight.

reflected by Juls @ 6:15 am

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