No matter what I write in this post, I know it would probably never do last night justice. It was simply priceless, beyond any sort of value or worth that might have been placed on it. My expectation was definitely met in terms of the magnitude and significance of our Year 12 formal. Once again, there was so much in the atmosphere that it just can't be reproduced in words, and nor will I attempt to. I suppose things like these happen once in your life, and you learn to treasure that moment. Everything else is just around to help make it more memorable. And I can safely say that this one will probably last a lifetime and beyond.

Seeing everyone dressed formally, making entrances of every sort, down to the meals, the photos, the friends and fellowship, and the bonds that resulted from them were but factors in the grand weave that made up the atmosphere and emotion of the moment. Fine, so I tried to describe it. And failed.

However, a few things happened that made it extra memorable. One concerned our limo, which we hired specially for the occasion. The plan followed that we would all meet at Bopha's house, and proceed from there into the limo which would pick us all up from there and take us to the location of the formal. Well, after much excitement and ecstasy of seeing/being in a limo, photos taken, we were then informed that the limo would not be able to run due to technical difficulties, and we would have to get out. And wait for another limo. That half an hour felt o incredibly long. And yet, I feel that it contributed to the sense of the moment too, the heightening tension that resulted from then only fueled the anticipitation already thick in the air. Our chauffer did his job well though, and secured another limo, an upgrade from a 10-seater to 12-seater, which also happened to be black instead of silver. Honestly, the 12-seater was much more comfortable for 10 of us, despite the relatively small 2-seat difference.

The entire formal night was just punctuated with photographs, of every combiniation possible with every person or group of people. The dance floor was constantly densely populated, even if the only songs they played were dance/party beats. Oh well, can't have everything. The food was really good for occasions like these, I liked the way they split and had 2 different dishes for each course of the meal, so they alternated across the table, giving you the chance to share/trade with your partner for their different meal. Quite a cute idea, I thought. Might I add, the chocolate mousse/pudding thing was the richest that I have ever tasted, simply exquisite. The berry cheesecake was equally great.

Everyone looked great, especially the girls, who really looked exceptional last night, and it really was quite a shock when it came to seeing how they looked. They really were simply stunning, and I couldn't really give any other legitimate response to Emily when she asked about my initial reaction to Reina's, and consequently everyone else's, dress.

The after-party and Chris's was good fun too, despite the terrible weather and unavailbility of the entire Melbourne's taxi booking services. The rain sucked, it meant I had to leave my partner waiting for her ride back while I ran off to take public transport with everyone else, which made me feel quite bad... But thankfully she understood and bade me to leave with haste, lest get drenched by the impending downpour. For that I was really thankful towards her: it's nice to observe etiquette, but knowing when to be practical and do away with it is also a great virtue. We got to Chris's eventually, with trams followed by train, followed by a complimentary lift from Chris's mum who brought us back to his place, while first waiting for Bopha's mum to pick her up, since she had to go home but followed us that way. I really felt the girls' pain, having to walk around so much in their heels, which I still find a wonder how they manage. Given there were only seven of us, it wasn't too bad. But the sight of people dressed in full formal wear stepping into trains past midnight on a Saturday night was simply too entertaining a thought not to flaunt.

After much talking/singing/drinking (which I tried my best to abstain from)/playing pool, people inevitably began to drop off, through no fault of their own really; It really was an intense night. But no doubt we all enjoyed it, despite my eyes closing even as i type this sentence. The effects that this event over the weekend has had on my, as well as everyone else's work ethic, I assume, have really been disasterous. Nothing has ever managed to take away motivation as powerfully as that as the passing of a milestone of a lifetime, a moment never to be experienced again. But (I assume again) if everyone had that, then it shouldn't be a problem... For my school-work at least.

Now that it's over it's almost as if I've lost a part of myself, have had to put it behind me and keep moving forward. Almost as if a stage of my life is over, the final year formal being a marker for it. Chances are, that's probably the first and last formal I'm ever going to be attending. At least I enjoyed it.

Good night. Yawn.

Best days.