Not being able to keep track of the days of the week, weekend hit me hard like after chain-shooting 8 shots- what? Its weekend already? What's happening to the days? Confused...but of course, its a training in progress to LIKE weekends (yes, that's right. I don't like weekends cos its just too much free time for me. I could take a 2-day trip to many of the famous beaches, but going by myself just doesn't feel as enjoyable- I like being able to turn around n share with someone my thoughts about something or simply to say something silly or stupid. That's the fun part about traveling with a companion. Though, just to be clear, I wasn't psycho to talking to my backpack during Singapore "Flying Solo") So began my Saturday...which was surprisingly eventful.
You know how they say, "only boring people get bored", so I went to join the crowds. Knowing there was an F&N FunFest right in the middle of downtown (it literally blocked off a street equivalent of 2 blocks of burrard that intersects with robson- 2 stages on both ends with booths in between all decorated in orange) they had a few pretty cool performances...one of world's top 10 beatboxers- can't remember his name- but, man, he's GOOD! When u can get a crowd of random ppl to start jiggling n swinging to your beats, you have proved ur skills worthy of public attention; graffit drawing- to someone that can't draw for the life of them, they look like magicians!; "tumblers"?- definitely not the proper term, but basically they just jump, flip, spin, twirl off anything anywhere. It's insane cos we're under the 3 o'clock sun, burning just standing there. These guys were in t-shirts n sweatpants ballin' all over the place- I would've fainted already! Then, it was time for the mass mob dance practice. Lol, at first I didn't really feel comfortable enough to join them, but honestly, who cares? No one knows me here anyways. I can be as silly as I want n dance with the crowd n no one would know (that's basically the rationale to enjoy myself cos, really, the only person that should care is me, n on top of that, I'm in a foreign country only knowing a handful of people. So what are the chances of someone I know seeing me pulling out my moves? Next to none- unless I got caught on TV...*rolley eyes*)
Here's one thing I noticed with these mass participations: if ur gonna do it, u should fully commit; if u do a half-ass job, you actually stand out even more cos you just look sloppy n silly in a bad way. With that being said, you're at least half better than those just standing in the crowd but unwilling to participate- I don't even know why they're ON THE DANCE FLOOR in the first place if they aren't gonna join in on the fun! That reminds me of how, at a club, there'd be a row of guys just standing on the edges of the dance floor holding their drink- not even drinking- staring at the crowd dancing. I mean, seriously, it's a club, for heaven sakes! They're making the dance floor look like some dangerous pool of sharks or something. Really, no one's gonna bite. At most, you'd just be heel-stabbed in the toes a million times, but that's the price u pay to "potentially" dance with a pool of random girls! Suck it up, princess!
(Com'on people! Move it to be the beat~)
Anywhoos, I had to removed myself from the fun crowd before I melt like chocolate popsicles. Having been invited to a house-warming party, I thought I should get ready n at least bring a gift (even tho I didn't know the host, it's just common sense to make sure u don't go empty-handed. That'd be just rude n unfriendly) so I took a quick shower n headed downstairs to look for something appropriate. A box of danish short-bread cookies should be good. I find that gift picking is an art in itself. You can't just buy anything; it's gotta be within the right price range n the right context. If I get something too expensive, it'll be too much pressure for the host cos, honestly, they wouldn't know how to return- in terms of getting you a gift later on- such a gift. If you get them a baby room decoration when they're kids are in university, it's strange n definitely out of context. So ur safe bet is food: chocolates, cookies n maybe wine or something you whipped up (edible, of course). If it's someone you're closer with, you can go for house items, within the "comforable" price range- which is usually based on your "friend meter". Mind you- that's also a trick, from the receiving end, to understand how the gift-giver evaluates your friendship. Sad truth, but consciously or not, we all do it to some extent. So the next time you're picking out a gift, think of the message you want to send...
Being caught totally off-guard, I wasn't expecting such a difference with house-warming parties, even in Malaysia. When we got there, the host had 10 tables set up out front into the driveway, in-house catering 100 people. They weren't lying when they said malaysians throw big gatherings. Apparently, they can go up to 2,000 guests at any given wedding @@" that is a loooot of people. That does bring me to question whether the couple even knows all their guests- unfortunately, no. Most of them would've been invited by their parents. I mean, I can understand that it's a proud day for them, but they're kinda forgetting what the wedding's about: celebrating a beautiful beginning FOR the couple. In a sense, shouldn't the crowd be full of people that actually know n care about them? That's one thing I'll never do asian-style: my wedding. I'll probably just fly to some secret place in Europe n get married in a castle with only immediate family members n a few close friends. The rest can be updated with mini group dinners or something. Hm, a little too early to be discussing weddings for me, but I'm just saying...lol!
Anyways, back to the night. We had dinner n just chit-chatted with my friend's friends (all were confused why I'd be COMING to malaysia when everyone wants to be GOING- well, this is "going" for me) They were all college mates, so it was a little reunion-ish. Lol, hearing their talks about how someone got married, hv kids or is away somewhere else in the world...makes me all excited to have one when we're...maybe 30? Having friends come over, hopefully with their families...that's a little unimaginable at the moment but pretty cool to see the "us" in a few years time. As the crowd parted group by group, it was our turn to leave, so we bid our farewells to the host n was on our way back home. Once again, malaysian roads screwed us over. What should hv been a 40ish minute drive took us an hour n a half *pulling out my hair cos I was getting a little car sick*.
During the drive, my friend suddenly said, "You know, all the guys there are still single? Did you see anyone you like?" LOL! No wonder! Not that it was out of the ordinary for my friend to call me out cos she knows I'm usually at home n could use the company, but it all made sense at that moment! *ding ding ding* she was trying to introduce guys to me?! It would've been better if I were given heads up cos I was totally in the "house warming" mode n didn't really pay attention to other people. Oh wells, now I know :P Tho, you can't really force these kinds of things. It's more of the "go with the flow"...so I'm sure my mr.right's out there somewhere, just waiting for the right moment. Until then, enjoy being single!
It's up to you how to colour your life, so be creative!