Bound by friendship

I’m considering this post to be the best post I wrote (and possible the best daythis month because , after over a year, I finally met up with a couple of my best friends, Amelia and Cheryl. (Shout outs to you girls!) It wasn’t the famous 5, but more of The Supremes today. It wasn’t the whole clique but YZ, we have to meet one day.

Well, it wouldn’t have happened if not for our college’s event, Celebrating Values Day.

I was inappropriately dressed though. Why did I even thought of wearing a jacket to a place that retains heat? Worst still, I wasn’t wearing anything under it, so there was no way I could take my jacket out. Well, my mum told me to take out this white shirt I wore under initially because it looked better without it.

So there I was, sweating and holding a piece of tissue paper wherever I go because I did not want to look like a piece of fried chicken in front of everyone.

We did see a couple of our tutors but felt that the rest were missing. In fact, there weren’t many tutors walking (or patrolling) the school. Weird. Sure enough, since we weren’t expecting any other of our tutors we decided to get out of there. It was too hot and prices there can hurt a guy.

Pasta Mania it was and we  ate and caught up with really important issues; Love life, school problems and most importantly le ol’ gossip.

I really can’t wait for our next meet up.  I really needed that one today. (Multiple shoutouts again to Cheryl and Amelia)

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!!

Fizzy’s first clubbing night.

There’s only one thing I can say about this; First and last. Ever.

Also, a disclaimer, whatever I reveal in this post is not synonymous of how the event went. It’s just a highly personal reflection.

So my camp had it’s 34th anniversary at Movida @ St James Powerhouse with a theme, “Retro night”. (Don’t you just love themed events?) I knew that when the retro theme was out, my hair was going point up towards the skies, but what outfit?

So I had on this really geeky ensemble with a bow tie and glasses so that when I stepped into the club, I’m sending a message that I’m a geek ad I sure don’t dance. (We’ll get to that outcome later on)

As soon as I stepped in, in my head I went, “Wow, it’s really small and crowded”. Well isn’t that obviously the characteristics of a club? I’m not sure, I’ve never been into one.

The lights were beaming and the music was blasting. I’m never a club person so I could not have felt more uncomfortable.

I did receive really sweet complements about my outfit. The host called me a cute boy, and I’ll stand by it. I’m not sexy, but cute is fine by me. Although, the best one was that someone told me that I looked like I walked out from an old picture and that I looked really dashing. I can imagine myself walking in black and white films.

The food catered . . . I’m just going to let that sit there for you to digest. That was the only thing that could be improved on.

Throughout the whole event I didn’t drink, not even plain water, and I got dehydrated and I passed out for a while (not really). But I was thirsty. I just didn’t want to drink from the cups there.

The host was so funny and really pretty , thus one of the many reasons the event was a success.

Now, when the band started playing, they were inviting everyone to come and dance on the dance floor which was just a foot away from where I was sitting. Serve me right for sitting there, right?

So sure enough the staff, I assume, at Movida started of the dance with a guy and they did this salsa-ish routine. Let me tell you the eyes of the guy was just fixated on the middle regions of the lady that dance with him. Just saying, my eyes got sizzled with distaste.

Then alas, the same lady pulled me to dance with her and I did albeit my obviously geeky aura that I sent out. Can I say that I’m a terrible dancer. But when she touched me and doing this sensual dance, very appropriate in a club but not to me, I moved her hands from my body and did the most cheesiest dance move; I think I jumped repeatedly and did this primary school dance move.

In my defense, I felt sinned and no girl has ever done that to me before. Anyways, I didn’t like the song they played at that point of time.

I went back to my seat, thinking it was over but no, she pulled me and my friend again to dance with her. It happened like 4 times. “Why me?”, I asked. I’m not even a good dancer having proven myself not worthy to dance in the first round.

By about 9:00pm, I could smell the stench of the beer rising. I felt nauseated a lot of times buy still had my smile on. I saw people who went over their limits and they were a great spectacle to watch. It was hilarious but it then got freaky. My eyes burnt a couple of times, I can’t lie.

We ended the night with club music and I did my hippie dance with my friends. I had such a great time there only then.

I don’t want to way that I just had to get used to the club-like atmosphere, but the bass might have cracked a nano layer of rock over my heart. And when the event died down, I found myself shouting because the bass and music was still ringing in my mind.

So a rating on my experience there? Maybe a 7.

But a rating on how well it was organized and executed? Definitely a full score. Maybe a 9.5 just because of the food.

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!!

Nightmares

You guys, if you read my Facebook status you’ll know I had this terrible nightmare an hour after I slept:

“I just woke up from a bad dream, thought it was 5.45am and it’s time to get ready for work and I looked at my watch (11.30pm) ….     -_-”

It’s a recurring dream actually (and it only last like 30 seconds, I don’t know why) and I’ve got to share it with you. Shall we?

It was night and I was being chased by a group of guys. I mean there were about 10 of them. An angry mob? Not sure. I wasn’t sure who they were, but I was sure the feeling I had was heart thumping. I’ve never felt so afraid before.

I didn’t know why they were chasing me. (Then why was I running?) I ran and turned to every corner there was so I lose them but each time I turn back, I see them appearing from the corners of the buildings one by one, rushing to get me.

They were just running, no facial expression. My dream camera was not zooming like that in the movies. Then the most terrible thing happened, I slowed down. My feet were still like rodent’s feet scampering but I moved so slowly and I panicked.

Well guess what? I actually shape-shifted in my dream. I turned into a lamp and shrunk. (Apparently, my dream became an omniscient one and I saw me turning into a lamp)

Then I woke up, terrified.

DREAM INTERPRETER (MUM)

So I asked my mum what it meant (just for the fun of it) and she said that a lot of people are jealous of me. Then I thought, why would they? I don’t even find myself worth living mentioning. In fact, I’m jealous of a lot of other people. (Can’t mention who, but yeah, a lot)

UNTIL NEXT TIME!!