v3 - vicissitude iii (not final version)

Let’s see… University students - check. Birthday party - check. Loud music - check. Food - check. Bottle of vodka - check. Insanity - check. We knew we were going to be into a really wild party that night…
So here I am, without any hangover whatsoever, alive and just back from the CV Gathering, in fact. I had limited access to the internet, so I couldn’t report back earlier. The CV Gathering was fun, sort of. It wasnt’ all that bad. We had cute girls running around and dancing and stuff, so it was pretty good. And for RM10, the food was great. I doubt that you can get that amount of quality food anywhere else in Miri for this kind of money.

So, back to my party. It started off like any other party, people came at different times, and we ate. The food was great - Li Fong and Lency cooked, so I didn’t have to do anything (thanks to both of you ^_^) but twiddle my thumbs while waiting for the guests. Only Wei Soon and Scott came though. Still, it was a personal party, so too many people would’ve been rather crowded. Six people were perfect.

We had food, we talked a little, and the two guys you see above, Wei Soon and Scott, raided my computer. Well, not that I really minded… Anyway, after that I started mixing alcoholic drinks for those two. We started off with a shot of Vodka Lime (my own invention - absolutely without any form of measurement whatsoever). We then moved on to this cocktail I whipped up using a can of fruits and my vodka. It wasn’t that bad, but it tasted rather strange.

Then came the crazy part. We my housemates eventually joined in and we had a crazy drinking game. We threw dice, and whoever got a nine would drink a shot, and a seven means half a shot. Li Fong mixed the vodka - first with the cocktail, then with the soft drinks I bought for the party, then finally whatever drinkable fluids we could get our hands on in the kitchen. (Un)Fortunately, I seem to be the one who keep getting nines and sevens, so I ended up piss drunk, and rolling about the floor and mumbling unintelligible phrases.

And here’s a photo of me when I was drunk and rolling about the floor - courtesy of Lency. Anyway, we soon ran out of liquid substances to mix with the vodka, so we played another game - one that involves baby powder, water, and pasting the concoction on people’s faces. Whoever loses a match would get the white concoction pasted on their faces, and Peng Chong ended up getting facial for free. I’m not sure how beneficial baby powder plus water is to our face though. Shouldn’t be that bad, right?

And here it is - the photo that will make everyone want to kill me. Here’s the photo taken after everyone is finished with the game, drunk or relatively drunk, and ready to go home. Man, I’m gonna have to go into hiding if any one of the people in the photos stumble upon my blog.

I woke up this morning. Just like any other morning. Only one thing was different - my damn phone alarm didn’t go off. Wait, no - the phone alarm went off, sure as hell. But, it didn’t emit any noises like it usually did. That was evil. I woke up at 7.52am. I’m lucky I did. With a single “WTF?!” and I was rushing to pack my stuff and sprinting to the bus stop. The bus didn’t run away yet, lucky me. Although, I kinda wished I had time to brush my teeth or change my clothes. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we don’t wear pajamas.

Still, it didn’t solve the mystery of the silent alarm in my handphone. It already happened once yesterday morning, but I had later classes, so it didn’t really screw up anything that much. Plus I dismissed it as my own fault - I thought I forgot to set the alarm the night before… Apparently that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t on silent either.  I tested it just now, and the screen of my phone merely flashes in the event of an alarm, nothing more.

Perhaps it’s the magnetic fields of the Earth being in direct opposite wavelength as my phone alarm’s signals. Perhaps it’s the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s curse on me for stating that pasta sucks. Or maybe it’s one of those crazy alarm clock NINJAS sabotaging my phone. Who knows. This will probably go down in history as yet another unsolved mystery, much like the Bermuda Triangle and the curse of King Tut.

It’s past midnight. Everything is silent except the whirring of the computer fans and the clicks of the keyboard as I type this out. Everyone else in my house is asleep - I should be too, but the lack of internet access for the past two months or so has driven me to stay awake and exploit (erm, utilise) the internet connection to its fullest extent, even if it means sacrificing my sleep in the process.

University has been treating me rather well for the past eight weeks. My eyes have opened to an entirely different world from the one I’ve known so far - one far less opressive than high school, and one far more beneficial to my academics. Being in the media stream, it is far more relaxed than the engineering and commerce streams - we have plenty of time for club activities and other personal indulgements.

Judging by my previous stance towards humans, one would never expect me to join the clubs which I have joined. I am now a part of the Curtin Volunteers, the Toastmasters, the Youth and Recreation Club, and the soon-to-be (hopefully) formed Tae Kwan Do Club. So you ask, why would I join the Curtin Volunteers when I was one of the biggest rebels during my time as a Scout? I refused to help in events, refused to participate constructively in the Scout troop, and even went as far as leave the school so that I have the excuse of quitting the Scout troop.

I only have one way of explaining this - the nature of the word volunteer. Back then, we were forced to help out regardless of whether we feel like it. The spirit of aiding others is not there. It made us resent helping people - so much unlike where I stand now. Now, I help because I want to help, not because some person we fear dictates it.

I have no intention of condemning the Scout troop which I belonged to back then, however. I do acknowledge the fact that I have gained much from being in that group - especially good friends which have been around me even after I left the school.

Enough of the past. Let us go on to now. Life is great, I have a great study group, even though there are a particular few I can’t exactly see eye-to-eye with. The tolerance is there though. I’m much more cheerful than before, a little too cheerful at times in fact - I got described as ‘childish’, but I don’t really care as long as I’m happy. It sure beats being downcast the entire day anway. I’m tired of bitching about life here and there.

I’ve recently found great interest in photography - probably because my father bought me a Nikon Coolpix L3 so that I could do some of my media assignments. (Thanks dad ^_^) I’ve been going around snapping photos of anything and everything I got my eyes on, and even went as far as going to an event just to take photos of it. Heck, one of my female groupmates called me a pervert due to my interest in photography. Apparently taking photos of people while they’re eating is a perverted act. O_o

Classes are going well - most of my lecturers are extremely likable, some of them even can be cosidered as friends if they weren’t teaching us. There are lecturers who aren’t as friendly or professional as the others, but heck, I haven’t stepped on their tails yet and I don’t intend to do so.

Finally, about my life outside university. I’m getting along well with my housemates. They’re only a few years my senior, so they’re still in my age group - the gamer group. Oftentimes we spend nights fragging one another in F.E.A.R., or playing co-op in Dawn of War against the computers. I’m currently trying to convert them into anime fans as well, and so far so good. I’ve shared my entire anime folder in my home network, and damn, there sure has been much network activity going on.

And to close this post, I shall mention the word ‘NINJA’ for absolutely no reason whatsoever. (Intentionally included so that my post has the word ‘ninja’ in it :P)