Monday, January 02, 2006
I Can't Believe My First Blog Year Ended On Such An Emotional Note. No, Wait, Yes I Can...
Long title. I know. Just wanted to try out a super duper long title. Whee!
Well, judging by my nonsensical words, rest assured, I'm no longer feeling depressed. In fact, I'm much more cheery. Maybe it was releasing the emotion that did the trick. Maybe it was my nice, cool friend Shing Yee's comforting words. Maybe it was the awesome New Year's Eve party I went to. Maybe it's the New Year, and I spent time fooling around with my family. Maybe it's all of the above.
It's quite sad to see my first blog year ended on such negative, negative thoughts... especially when almost everyone's writing enlightening, positive end-of-year posts. Well, that's me, I guess. Take it, or leave it, I'll say. Not as if many people come here anyway... so I don't think I bummed out anyone before the New Year.
New Year's Eve was fun. I tagged along with my sis to her friend's party. What to do? My friends are too busy snoozing at home. Apparently, that's how they celebrate New Year's Eve. Go figure.
Anyway, the party's theme was oriental... or wear red. Maybe they're thinking of Chinese New Year, hmm? My sis borrowed a pinkish/purplish chinese top from my mom, while I wore this light yellow chinese top I had from when I was 12 or 13. Of course it doesn't fit... seeing how I've gained quite some weight since then. So I wore it as a jacket thingy. We left home about 8:05pm. The party starts at 8:30pm, but that's not why we left early. You see, my parents have friends over for pot luck. The dinner was supposed to start at 7:30pm, but we Malaysians ah, know that we have to befashionably late... so the guests came flooding in about 8pm. The place was busy with people, so we decided to flee the scene.
(Rant: For some unknown reason, my mom's friend's daughter - whom I know - shouted in my face: "YOU ALSO GOING OUT AH!!" when she saw me coming out from my room... she knew my sis was going out, but she didn't know I was. But still... that was weird and random. Not to mention extremely rude.)
I felt odd at first at the party. I didn't know any of them. Plus, they were drinking. A lot. Downing shots like there's no tomorrow. And me? I hardly drink alcohol... except for the odd cocktail or Baileys. So, I held onto my cocktail glass, drinking quietly, people watching. I started feeling regretful for following along. I mean, I had to pay $10 to go in... I thought it was for drinks as well as food. It was mostly for drinks. They had a bar where they mix the drinks... and boy, was it busy all night!
I tried talking with some of them. But when they see a friend of theirs coming into the house, they'd go and greet them, and... disappear. A friendly girl appeared, but she lacked conversational skills. I found myself unconsciously counting the number of "ohh's" she used. Funny, ain't it? That someone can be both friendly and boring at the same time. Now I've seen everything. So, basically, I tagged along behind my sis. But that was useless. They'd start talking stuff that are private, so I had to turn away. Later, I pitied my sis and sat alone on a barstool, and watched people singing SingStar. The night was turning boring, and it wasn't even 11pm!!
Then, as the clock advanced towards midnight, my sis came towards me, bringing her friends with her. One of her friends was quite nice to me, seeing how he amused me by letting me ask him loads of questions about his samurai-like outfit. Poor guy. Cute, though. In fact, there were an abundance of hot guys (as well as hot girls) at the party. Hehe.
Then, there were the countdowns. Yes, countdowns. There were several that night, but not all were countdowns to midnight. There was a shots countdown, I believe. Later, by midnight, people were so high in alcohol level that none of them could agree on which timing to follow - the clock, someone's watch, or the clock on the tv screen. Which explains the several countdowns.
For some reason, the hype seemed to die down after midnight. More people sang SingStar, although many were tone deaf. It was all in good fun, and everyone had laughs. When my sis and I decided to go home, her friends were reluctant to let us leave. When I say reluctant, I mean I had two cute guys hugging me, refusing to let go. Which isn't so bad, really. They wanted us to stay the night - many people were - but we preferred our own beds. Then, they started dragging, trying to get us to stay, and that was when the real fun began. We chatted. Yes, to me, getting to know people is the fun part of a party. Seeing people dance like crazy is fun too, admittedly, but I prefer getting to know them more.
It was nice. We talked and we joked and we laughed. By the time my sis and I did leave, I found myself looking forward to meeting them again.
Despite them being a drinking lot, they were alright. When a girl at the party was sick, many helped. Everyone was concerned. Although they drank a lot, they didn't pressure me to drink, knowing fully well that I don't. Unlike some people I met, they didn't say: "You have to learn to like drinking". Those who were driving made sure they had no more than 2 drinks.
It's about controlling yourself. Like my sis, who once had a terrible night binge drinking, decided to drink less. It's all about self-control. When I left home, one of my mom's friend's daughter (the sis of the one in my rant) told me: "You're gonna get drunk tonight" with a smile... like it was a good thing. I know she drinks a lot, so maybe getting drunk is her idea of fun, but it isn't for me. And I proved her wrong. I was tempted to get slammed like so many others at the party, but I knew it wasn't good, so I didn't. Like I said, it's all about self-control. If you can't control yourself, shame on you then. I know I sound condescending, but it's how I feel.
All in all, it was an awesome night.
Well, judging by my nonsensical words, rest assured, I'm no longer feeling depressed. In fact, I'm much more cheery. Maybe it was releasing the emotion that did the trick. Maybe it was my nice, cool friend Shing Yee's comforting words. Maybe it was the awesome New Year's Eve party I went to. Maybe it's the New Year, and I spent time fooling around with my family. Maybe it's all of the above.
It's quite sad to see my first blog year ended on such negative, negative thoughts... especially when almost everyone's writing enlightening, positive end-of-year posts. Well, that's me, I guess. Take it, or leave it, I'll say. Not as if many people come here anyway... so I don't think I bummed out anyone before the New Year.
New Year's Eve was fun. I tagged along with my sis to her friend's party. What to do? My friends are too busy snoozing at home. Apparently, that's how they celebrate New Year's Eve. Go figure.
Anyway, the party's theme was oriental... or wear red. Maybe they're thinking of Chinese New Year, hmm? My sis borrowed a pinkish/purplish chinese top from my mom, while I wore this light yellow chinese top I had from when I was 12 or 13. Of course it doesn't fit... seeing how I've gained quite some weight since then. So I wore it as a jacket thingy. We left home about 8:05pm. The party starts at 8:30pm, but that's not why we left early. You see, my parents have friends over for pot luck. The dinner was supposed to start at 7:30pm, but we Malaysians ah, know that we have to be
(Rant: For some unknown reason, my mom's friend's daughter - whom I know - shouted in my face: "YOU ALSO GOING OUT AH!!" when she saw me coming out from my room... she knew my sis was going out, but she didn't know I was. But still... that was weird and random. Not to mention extremely rude.)
I felt odd at first at the party. I didn't know any of them. Plus, they were drinking. A lot. Downing shots like there's no tomorrow. And me? I hardly drink alcohol... except for the odd cocktail or Baileys. So, I held onto my cocktail glass, drinking quietly, people watching. I started feeling regretful for following along. I mean, I had to pay $10 to go in... I thought it was for drinks as well as food. It was mostly for drinks. They had a bar where they mix the drinks... and boy, was it busy all night!
I tried talking with some of them. But when they see a friend of theirs coming into the house, they'd go and greet them, and... disappear. A friendly girl appeared, but she lacked conversational skills. I found myself unconsciously counting the number of "ohh's" she used. Funny, ain't it? That someone can be both friendly and boring at the same time. Now I've seen everything. So, basically, I tagged along behind my sis. But that was useless. They'd start talking stuff that are private, so I had to turn away. Later, I pitied my sis and sat alone on a barstool, and watched people singing SingStar. The night was turning boring, and it wasn't even 11pm!!
Then, as the clock advanced towards midnight, my sis came towards me, bringing her friends with her. One of her friends was quite nice to me, seeing how he amused me by letting me ask him loads of questions about his samurai-like outfit. Poor guy. Cute, though. In fact, there were an abundance of hot guys (as well as hot girls) at the party. Hehe.
Then, there were the countdowns. Yes, countdowns. There were several that night, but not all were countdowns to midnight. There was a shots countdown, I believe. Later, by midnight, people were so high in alcohol level that none of them could agree on which timing to follow - the clock, someone's watch, or the clock on the tv screen. Which explains the several countdowns.
For some reason, the hype seemed to die down after midnight. More people sang SingStar, although many were tone deaf. It was all in good fun, and everyone had laughs. When my sis and I decided to go home, her friends were reluctant to let us leave. When I say reluctant, I mean I had two cute guys hugging me, refusing to let go. Which isn't so bad, really. They wanted us to stay the night - many people were - but we preferred our own beds. Then, they started dragging, trying to get us to stay, and that was when the real fun began. We chatted. Yes, to me, getting to know people is the fun part of a party. Seeing people dance like crazy is fun too, admittedly, but I prefer getting to know them more.
It was nice. We talked and we joked and we laughed. By the time my sis and I did leave, I found myself looking forward to meeting them again.
Despite them being a drinking lot, they were alright. When a girl at the party was sick, many helped. Everyone was concerned. Although they drank a lot, they didn't pressure me to drink, knowing fully well that I don't. Unlike some people I met, they didn't say: "You have to learn to like drinking". Those who were driving made sure they had no more than 2 drinks.
It's about controlling yourself. Like my sis, who once had a terrible night binge drinking, decided to drink less. It's all about self-control. When I left home, one of my mom's friend's daughter (the sis of the one in my rant) told me: "You're gonna get drunk tonight" with a smile... like it was a good thing. I know she drinks a lot, so maybe getting drunk is her idea of fun, but it isn't for me. And I proved her wrong. I was tempted to get slammed like so many others at the party, but I knew it wasn't good, so I didn't. Like I said, it's all about self-control. If you can't control yourself, shame on you then. I know I sound condescending, but it's how I feel.
All in all, it was an awesome night.
i know that i have loved you ... at 2:18 AM
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