Prom: Part 2

I was supposed to blog this last week, but I've been bus lately. But hey, better late than never, right?

Our day started pretty early because we had to be at the reception (CSI Stadia) at around 3 in the afternoon for my sister's Prom pictorial. I had her salon appointment set at 11 in the morning.

 Spot the not.

I love how fashiown  the make-up artist. Leather skirt! 

I was already getting bored so, I thought, "why not take a selfie?"

My butt was already numb from sitting for almost 2 hours, so I decided to go outside and walk around Green Star Promenade. I was also hungry around that time because I only had a sliced of bread for breakfast, hence I bought a cup of froyo.

And after 3 hours of waiting... voila!

Fast-forward to the reception. 

My sister was having her pictures taken. So, it was just me and my iced coffee.

After her pictorial, I've already lost track of what my sister was doing. She was moving around all the time, goes to the girls room every-freaking 10 minutes, she was everywhere--she was literally roaming every inch of the venue. And she was wearing a 4-inch heels! It was crazy. But I think my sister was just trying to avoid me because I was kept on taking pictures of her and her friends. Well, I can't blame her. 

The Juniors wore red gowns with black accents, while the Seniors had to wear beige. Though, I saw a few Seniors who wore white and yellow gowns.

The 'gang'. My sister and her friends are quite crazy, but in a good way. They're loud, but not obnoxious. They're fun, but not to the extent where they get into trouble. They're pretty much the kinds of friends that I wanted for my sister.

This was the last picture I took when we were outside the reception area while I waiting for the program to start. This was the time where my sister gave me the look, the stop-taking-pictures-of-me-it's-annoying-and-please-stop-embarrassing-me look. Then she literally dragged me to my seat. She told me the program was about to start, and of course, she lied. And there I was, alone. Yet again. 

Parents were starting to arrive, so before the place get crowded, I took pictures of the whole reception area. Well, not really literally the whole entire area.

The calm before the storm.

The storm.

Table no. 1

Minutes after I took a video of my sister dancing her heart out, my bloody camera died.

Whoever own these pictures, please don't sue me for grabbing them. 

Most of the Seniors wore Grecian-inspired dress.

This is sort of a cougar thing for me to say, but I spotted plenty of good-looking boys out there. Nyorks.

The program was supposed to end at 12 midnight, but I begged my sister to come home early because I was already sleepy, and it was too late. In short, lola needs her sleep. And by lola I mean ME.

I wish my camera didn't died on me that night, I could have had taken a lot more pictures, especially when my sister and her friends were dancing on the dance floor. It was so much fun watching them having a good time.

Also, I wish my parents were also there to witness everything. Unfortunately, my mother didn't live to see this moment, but I know for sure she was watching my sister from up above--smiling. And as for our father, he's working in abroad. I know how much my father wanted to be on my sister's special day. But, there'll be next time. Hopefully, he could make it next year. Or, on her graduation day. That would be much nicer!  :)

Okay, 'till next time. Bye!

Prom: Part 1

It has been crazy these past few days. I’ve been out a lot. Yeah, I know. Shocking.

I’ve been scouting around the city, looking for a trusted salon and a dress shop. It’s not for me, if you’re wondering, it’s for my sister’s Prom. Luckily, we found her perfect dress—they already had her size measured and we need to go back again after 2 weeks. And I’ve already booked her salon appointment. So everything’s settled, as for now.

This is my sister’s first Prom experience and I want everything to be perfect—from head down to her feet. I never had a perfect Prom experience that’s why I’m doing all these for her.

I only had one Prom experience. Why only one? You’ll find that out later...

I remember, I wore a Chinese dress and I had my hair permed. I didn’t even wear a pair of high heels because I hated it, so I opted for flats. I had a geisha inspired make-up. Like, literally in-your-face-white-cakey-foundation make up . Also, no one, AS IN NOT ONE, asked me to dance. I was not even part of the cotillion. I was basically a miserable Wall Flower. I was just there staring at them while they’re dancing, having fun and making happy memories. I felt that night, like I was a part of a slow-motion movie. I wanted to go home so bad, but time seemed to move so slow. It was a dreadful night and I can’t believe I’m reliving it again. *facepalm* So yeah, that sums up my Prom experience. What a fond memory, right? Not.

See? Now you know why I wanted everything to be perfect for my sister. And in case, no one would ask her to dance, at least I know she have her circle of friends to dance with. They’re a fun group of friends anyways, so for sure they’re going to make it a fun experience, not only just for them, but for everyone in that room. And I’ll be taking pictures when that time comes! 

Oh, I almost forgot about the “you’ll find out later” thing. The reason why I only had one Prom experience is because they changed the time schedule for our last Prom. It was, if I’m not mistaken, 1 in the afternoon. I know, right? But there’s a bigger reason for that (I’m not involved with it, okay), and I’m not going to blog that one out. Just because.

Bye, for now! :)

Movie: Fruitvale Station

I’m still in utterly shocked. I just finished watching ‘Fruitvale Station’. It’s kind of hard to write right know, but I need to do it while I’m still emotionally attached to the movie.

This movie is a story about a guy named Oscar Grant. The movie follows Oscar’s last final day before he was wrongfully killed by a police officer in Fruitvale Station.

I already knew what’s going to happen. I already knew that he’s going to die. But what I didn’t know was the story behind it. And in this movie, in Oscar’s last final day, the director and writers showed a sheer story.

I really don’t want to spoil the movie so instead, I’m just going to tell you something about the actors’ performance.

Michael B. Jordan, he plays the main character. His acting was so raw, so real, that I almost felt like I was also there, standing in front of him, watching the whole thing. That’s how good his acting was, and that’s how effective he was. His character carries you through out the film and it was almost as if I was watching a 3D movie, but in more compelling way.

Octavia Spencer, she plays Oscar Grant’s mother.  I’ve seen her acting in the movie “The Help” before , and she was really, really good in that film. But, she was more impressive in this one. You know a good actor if she could deliver a character without trying too hard. And she wasn't trying in this film. I love the way her eyes stares, it’s like a vortex, you get sucked right into it. It’s crazy how she does it. One of my favorite parts of the film, and I think the most emotional and heartbreaking part, was when Octavia’s character saw his son’s body, lying on a cold-hard table, lifeless. I think that moment was the most powerful scene. Believe me when I say, I was crying the same time Octavia’s character was crying, it’s as if we’re doing a duet song. But in a wail, way.

Melonie Diaz, she plays as Oscar’s girlfriend and the mother to their 7-year old daughter. I think what she did in this film deserves a recognition. And I’m talking about an Oscar nomination for a supporting role. Her acting was so sincere and moving that it carried me, as a movie watcher, to her situation and pain.

And let’s not forget little Miss Ariana Neal, she plays as Oscar's daughter. She doesn’t really had a lot of frame shots, but what she did in the latter part of the film got me. She didn’t even had to say a single word. It was her eyes that’s acting.

This movie pretty much drained all my emotions, and I’m about to watch another drama movie. I’m doomed.

Make sure you’re emotionally prepared before watching this film, okay?

Bye, for now!