i have a camera. it's not too high-tech or anything, demo it's a digital camera...small one, yet you cannot view your photos. how interesting. and i haven't use it yet. oh well. my grammar sensei let us read some story her friend made when they were still students. she said that this friend of hers was her idol. after reading it, i asked for her friend's contact number. not my type of reading material, but i somehow like the way she thinks. and i've decided to post it...for some reason i have more energy in doing this. weird me.

They came to the ball in an odd humor. Both were silent, looking at everything except each other, barelt touching. It was the last night before their final, irrevocable step in receiving their diplomas the next day. In a sense, they'd be happier than sad once they get those rolled-up paper saying they have successfully finished High School. She was nervous, and so was he. They have been to a lot of parties together; this should have been taken care of easily. But it was their Grad Ball, their one and only grad ball, most probably the last party as a couple. She had reservations in coming. They weren't in the best of moods. She feared if people looked closely, they would see clouds of doom hanging over them. She sighed as they sat at their table, amidst their friends and their partners. She shifted, and her red, floor-length dress caressed her thighs. It was the color of blood... They knew that their High school days were not the only ones that would be over tomorrow---they would lose not only their friends, but each other---and it broke their hearts just that thinking about it. It seemed so final. No, it is final. He glanced at her, his eyes wanting to drown themselves in tears. Her dress was the color of blood spilt. He stood up and went to the DJ booth. She was left at the table, listening to the inane chatter of her friends and their dates, smiling and lughing with them, bearing their comments about her dress. "Why red? Look, you're the only one in that color." "Red's out. Pastel's in, you know." No, she didn't know. "You stand out honey." She didn't intend to. Song after song played. They just sat at the table, smiling, politely refusing offers and invitations to dance. The night wore on, the Grad ball king and queen were announced, senti songs were wafting in the air. She wanted to go home, and told him so. Not yet, he said with his eyes, and placed a hand on hers. She just sighed. Amidst the murmur of voices, the faint opening notes of a song were heard. Couples went back to their tables slowly, and soon the dance floor was empty. She wanted to go home. He stood up, and she followed suit. "Dance with me 1st." Without giving her time to reply, he led her to the dance floor. The room hushed as every head turned to them. The lights were dimmed, except for one that was centered on them. And then, she finally heard the song. Lady in red is dancing with me. There's nobody here, it's just you and me. It's where i wanna be..." She was startled, and she looked at him. He bent his head, kissed her cheek, and inhaled her fragrance. "I'll never forget the way you look tonight." And they both knew it was goodbye. Her dress glittered like fire as they gently swayed. It was the color of blood spilt from two broken hearts. ......

people cried that day it was read. i stared at it..... wounds....what a coincidence.