Hmm. Prom was pretty good actually.

If I have to recount every single thing that happened to me between 2.30pm yesterday afternoon and 9.35am this morning (which was when I woke up) I'll probably be blogging until Doomsday, so I guess I'll do it numbered:

1. Heels. Are. The most incredibly torturous things to walk/ wobble in. I cheated a little and got low heels, but although I expected the usual shoe problems, I never realized that I had to DOUBLE my expected travelling time. At least I had the time to amuse myself, wondering about the possible "murder by designer" scenarios that could happen (e.g. being in danger of getting run over by a car and unable to run in heels). I had an online friend who once said that Man has always been most inventive when it comes to torturing his own kind. ...Well when he came up with theory that he was actually viewing the torture instruments used in the Spanish Inquistition, but I think high heels come pretty close to that description.

2. Hair. Did my hair at Reds with Mi'er and the lady did something to me that I was awfully horrified with. However, since no one gave me any strange looks I suppose it was fine after all (now why do I always value the opinions of others so much more than my own??). And it was quite interesting there, they actually serve you tea and biscuits while you're getting your hair done. The lady did something to the back end of my hair with a temporary straightener, and she was practically ironing me right in front of my eyes -- a whole lot of smoke was rising from my hair. I suddenly developed an acute compassion for all things fried.

3. Makeup. Got it done at Anna Sui. Not too bad, except the mascara, which really STUCK to my face and later clumped my lashes together. One useful thing you people might like to know: It's definitely waterproof. How do I know this? Well I washed my face -- TWICE -- last night with soap and water, and the darn mascara just REFUSED TO COME OFF.

All that being said, Prom made me feel sincerely happy to be a woman, despite torture instruments and eyelash-curlers and foundation powder that choked up every inch and every pore of my skin. It's the fact that we are even able to do these things. The girls came with different hairstyles and all sorts of designs and colours of dresses, and even temporary body/ nail tattoos... but it was hard, to be honest, to tell one guy from another. They all looked too much alike. It was nice when Prom King was announced... my ex-classmate has become very different from the time I knew him last.

Then I went to Mi'er's house and we watched movies until 6 am. ^_^ "8 Women" was a really good film but when it ended and we started discussing it, we found an awful lot of loopholes in the plot. Then we had another French-related movie, and Bjork's "Dancer in the Dark". It creeped me out right from the start so we only watched the beginning and then the end (where Bjork gets hanged). I went out into the living room while Mi'er watched the part that leads up to the murder. (I hadn't the nerves for it.) The atmosphere reminds me strongly of "The Blair Witch Project" and they used the same technique too... hand-held cameras. It was the most disturbing film I've ever watched, and I hadn't even watched it whole.

Alright... I'm surviving on 3 hours of sleep right now, so I'd better get back to bed...