Bridging Fantasy & Reality

I've finally discovered why I find clubbing in Auckland a little over bearing to the point of non enjoyment. My floor mates and I headed to Cassette again last night for their cheap teapots. Seriously. I don't know how they come up with a miraculous concoction within minutes and how the taste of alcohol is so "hidden". If all alcoholic beverages tasted as good, I'd be a drunkard without inhibitions.

After teapots, we were off to Margies for some serious booty shaking. I didn't want to go at first. In fact, I wasn't going up until the very last minute. The idea of clubbing alone is daunting. And on a very wintery week night! That seemed pretty absurd in my books. But everyone was complaining about how I never seemed to spend time with them or never hang out in the common room enough. They prolly just wanted the numbers. lol. And since Melzers was going, and there was a chance that the new hotstuff on the floor would be seen around, I decided to wing it and just go.

Our night out turned out to be better than most nights I've had with them but still not up to par yet.

reason number 3 : a distinction between violation and being polite ceases to exist. apparently if someone wants to pass by behind you, it's ok for them to put their arms around your waist/back/bum and slowly shuffle you out of their way. to me, that's violation. it's also ok for people to caress you on the dance floor. unless it exceeds 5 minutes. in which case you can kick him in the balls.

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Wooooh! busy end of the week. Welcomed breather, especially after spending heaps of time burrying myself deeper and deeper in my books.... The break's finally dawned on us, Auckland uni students, and I don't know anyone who hasn't got something planned for it. Whether it's driving down to tour the eastern beaches (oh, how i wish!!) or catching up on studies or south island trips or attending weddings amidst family, everyone has found something or rather to keep themselves occupied. I'm one of those people who has chosen to stay back at Auckland and catch up with both my economics papers. I've not been religiously attending classes and I've got two assignments and two tests on the cards for me as soon as uni reopens. Precious indeed, all this added hours of "leisure". Am pretty sure I'll get up to something mid week though. I've got some shopping to do at Dressmart (for boots and some winter necessities), then there's that 2nd UMSA newsletter that I've to come up with (....which I honestly feel crutched to do without the help of Leeza Foo) and then there's work as usual and the UMSA food night which sees me on the decorations committee and more parties, perhaps? With hopefully a couple of day trips squeezed in. Perfection. Confessions of a schedule-holic - someone who constantly needs to have stuff planned so that she feels like a significant speck in this gigantic world.

I was actually pretty disappointed that I didn't have a trip planned this time around. Primarily coz everyone is pretty busy. Had I had it my way, I would've jumped at the chance to travel to Coromandel or Piha or somewhere.... Sigh. But I supposed it's for the better anyway. Especially since I have big plans for the winter break. And those plans had better materialize. For the sake of keeping my sanity in check. Anyways, this is a heavily pictured post. So I'll not waste any more time and get to it... I've got much time to elaborate on other intricate details with those 2 weeks. Or at least I hope.

Saturday night, 4th of April 2009

Foam Party! This was jointly organized by UMSA and the other Asia clubs at Auckland uni, with the Asia reps (Anisha and Jie Huei) contributing more effort than any of the other members (coz it was in their role criteria, not coz the rest of us were sloths who took comfort other people bearing our burden). Any how, the night was a huge success. Or at least I thought so, with last year's foam party at Shadows in comparison. I was dangerously close to forgoing this event at the last minute... Thanks to much persuasion from Joselyn, I ended up going. Me and late night ventures have an ongoing conflict with each other. First, I get all excited about being invited. Then I tell myself that there's loads of time to make a decision. And then, just a day before the event, there's this ferocious war within my subconscious worlds, insidiously whisking pros with cons leading up to more turmoil. And then 12 hours before the event, I come up with a tonne of excuses to bail, mostly superficial ones. And then 3 hours before, I let myself be persuaded by someone and drag my feet, both in agony and anticipation. The psychology of me and events.

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