Y Saturday, March 31, 2007
1:11 am
WARNING: LONG POST.DISCLAIMER: Everything that happens is from my PoV. If anyone happens to be unhappy with the content, drop me a message and I'll edit the post for ya.
Goth. Emo. Punk.
Wow, I survived today.
Survived? Well, first off, I won't attempt to hide the fact that I was a little squeamish about the invitation. Jacq and I haven't spoken in what.. three? Four years? Yeah that'd be a good estimate. The theme was Goth Emo Punk. I wondered, I don't even look like your modern teenager, what more Goth Emo Punk? Wow.
Thus, I dug out some info from Su Ann (Climbing Mount Everest is easier than trying to look for her.) about the party. Apparently, Jacq has some friends that are really into this.. Goth thing. I thought it was pretty cool to have a dress theme.. but I didn't think I'd be able to fit in. Maybe stick out like a sore thumb.
Basically, I didn't think I'd fit in at all. St Pat's guys and what not. It's just two different groups of people. Thank god (wow I actually said that.) not all of them were into the... err crazy stuff. They were really nice people ^_^''. Very pleasent company.
At first, it was really, really uncomfortable. I'm not joking. Jacq was persuading us to "Mingle with the guys" and Su Ann was saying "Everyone's like so awkward out there. Go talk to them or mingle or something." Chester was supposed to be a guru at this. (Go out with him. Count the number of times he suddenly lags behind and you see him exchanging a few lines with.. all sorts of people.) But no, our stomachs were more important xD.
So we found a table, (Funnily, after we ate. Yes, we had dinner standing.) and to our delight, saw Leonard and Joel. Gosh it's been such a long time. Seeing a familiar face in there was a god send. Su was flitting around with the camera and doing the admin stuff =\ so no sense of easiness from there.
Then a bunch of girls kinda came over and sat down. Now, we're only teenagers. I wish I had the awesome social skills of a politician or say.. some Chester. So yes, awkwardness to the max =\. Hey, I'm like from VS so cut me some slack ya? The only women I see are teachers. (for most part.) Heck, Darren and I had problems LOOKING for a gift.
From there, conversation just kinda started. In Singapore, the degree of separation is say.. 3. That means my friend's friend's friend is your friend. "Do you know so and so, how about so and so? Wow you do? Yes, s/he's..." Something to that effect. Great ice breaker, this small country of ours. And so we were in our own little table, quite oblivious to the happenings around us. Or at least I was.
See, while we were busy chatting, there were guys screaming and dancing in the function room. They spun each other like tops while screaming like those.. screamo thingies. Emo stuff. Okay, fine. It's an emo party.. we weren't supposed to be happy people. Then the table behind us started smoking and drinking alcohol like pepsi, at least from my point of view. Heck, some of them got really drunk towards the end and spanked Darren's ass or something. My first time seeing someone getting so boozed. Quite freaky.
As if that's not enough, there was a food fight. Great. So we can't get respite from the smoke, can't stay in the function room due to the immense amount of noise (I listen to a healthy serving of MCR, Breaking Benjamin but no, I don't scream in accordance. Variety is the spice of life (: ) Aaand we couldn't stay where the buffet was because curry, noodles, fried rice and a plethora of other dishes meant the AIR-CONDITIONED area smelt like.. a dump.
We dealt with the smoke. At least we could sit there. I sat down and spoke to one of the girls. At first I took her reaction towards us people in musical CCAs as disdain.. but it was more of a kind of respect. She had an active interest in learning the violin, flute and drums among other things, but she had some co-ordination difficulty with her hands.
Asked her to do some simple co-ordination stuff, which she could, so I didn't really see a problem. Said it was something to do with rolling the fingers.. but IMO, it's the passion that really counts. I think if you really want to do it, learning an instrument is seriously no problem at all. The moment you lose interest, it just dies off right there. Keep the spark alive and the train'll just keep chugging. I say give it a try Cheryl (:
Well, time passed a lot faster than I expected, and I felt we were just becoming friends. Sands of time must have been messed up somewhere there.
I swear, I can remember their names. Let me type them out. Cheryl, Siu Ling, (I THINK. I CANNOT REMEMBER CHINESE NAMES FOR THE LIFE OF ME, LOL.) Michele, Zelia (That's one unique name. Wonder if I got the spelling right?) Wow, I remembered. I didn't actually address ANY of them by their name. Not even once xD. Just didn't seem.. right. Maybe I should. After all, everyone's proud of their name. 'S what your parents left for ya.
And so, we ex-Ngee Ann chaps decided to follow two of the girls for some F&B. I admit, I didn't have enough =\. Food was cold. And so, for the first time in his life, Ian set foot into Gellare (After a very effective persuasion tactic employed by the girls. No negotiations. Just walk in. Rofl.) and had the shock of his life =\. My wallet died a little when one waffle, a scoop of ice cream and a topping ate away 1/5 of my allowance. I'm keeping that god damn receipt lol. (They were like so anti-social =\ Sitting at one corner by themselves and just said "Bye" before they left. Lol. Chester must've scared them xD.)
Didn't sleepover at Chester's.. couldn't stand not going home for that night.. no idea why. Sorry homie =\.
Yeah and so I got home pretty late.. like 12ish. Probably one of the latest I've ever been home. It was one helluva experience.. I definitely do not regret going. Jacq seemed worried that the party might not turn out so good. I say I had a really great time. Now if she could just ever sign in to MSN.. (Maybe, just maybe, I can scale Everest and look for Su Ann.)
Related stuff to mum and dad... learned a lot. Dad pointed out people are on different levels. Which is why I might hold disdain for the party animals.. whilst they think I have no style. (I actually rejected the alcohol offered by Cheang and Ches.) Just the tip of the ice berg. If I list anymore, I'm going to become a grandpa telling WW II stories to his grandchildren.
I don't usually attend parties like these for fear of any faux pas I might commit. For shame. I forgot one of the best pieces of advice I've ever heard.
If you're not out of your circle of comfort, you're not learning.
EDIT: Spelling. Thanks for correcting me (: And I never knew Siu Ling was Samantha.