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March 26, 2006
Party with Sorority
I think Jim Carrey portrays the lead character artfully in this 1994 movie. I remember laughing all the way through the weird and capricious nuances of Stanley Ipkiss under the influence of mask of Loki. And not to forget the silver debut of Cameron Diaz that makes her famous. Some of the most memorable phrases from the green guy are:
[after being shot]
Mask: Hold me closer Ed, it's getting dark. Tell Auntie Em to let Old Yeller out[cough cough], tell Tiny Tim I won't be coming home this Christmas, tell Scarlett I do give a damn..
[he dies, an audience appears and applauds while The Mask is handed an acting award]
Mask: Thank you, you love me, you really love me!
"Sssssmokin'!" (no pun intended)
"Ssssomebody stop me!"
"It's party time!"
So I just got back from the first sorority party ever. Okay mum, don't freak out first. Let me explain why I got myself in a pool of strangers in the dance floor in a warehouse somewhere in the middle of Lafayette town.
So I was eating dinner with Boon in a nice Vietnam restaurant when he recieved a call from MG (a Phd student who had spent 8 years in Purdue, from undergraduate studies straight to Phd) asking him to find guys to go to Purdue's Asian Sorority party in a renovated warehouse in the town. So he made a few calls and finally asked me. I had never been to parties before in my life. Parties here are not like birthday parties where people dress up nicely and eat cakes and talk and play games; okay, people still do dress up nicely, but what they do is dds: drink, dance and smoke.
Out of the three main ingredients of a party, I can only do little of two: I do drink a little (what! pei xin drinks!) but only when I'm compelled to do so out of ceremony and politeness. I do dance a little (ATU Nite highlighted my dancing skills, but everything seems to go downhill after that. I tried to learn ballroom dancing but failed miserably), but I NEVER smoke. I hate the smell reeking off my shirts and pants; plus I don't want a tar/nicotine smothered pair of lungs and shortened lifespan. Nope, I want to live as old as I can.
So the odds were against the possibility of me ever enjoying a party in America, but I am curious what a sorority party can turn out. Now don't call me a pervert or something equivalent (or worse), coz I don't intend to look at girls letting loose in the dance floor. I was more interested in getting to feel the whole atmosphere of a party and to determine whether I can accept or not. My conclusion is: No.
So I followed Boon, MG and 3 other seniors to the party. I had to part with $5 at the entrance door. Besides the dance floor and bar counter, everywhere else was thrown into semi-darkness condition. I had to squint around to aviod bumping into other people, especially girls who dressed up in black tops and jeans. The disco light was dazzling at the far end of the warehouse where the dance floor was flooded with girls and boys making their most upbeat moves to the music blaring from the stereo behind，with a deejay working out his talent.
So as the DJ was dishing out Stefani's Crash, I was tempted to slide into the dance floor. MG and Boon were in there as soon as we hit the place. I was sitting with the other 3 seniors, contemplating whether should I embarrass myself or should I just get out of there. It was then my biology-cum-korean friend showed up from behind and greeted me. We were both surprised to see each other there and chatted for a while (about bio, of course! but imagine us getting into serious conversation about gastrulation in last week's lecture in the middle of loud music, it's kinda nerdy of me).
So in the end, I did dance a little (solo) for about 30 seconds before someone noticed my non-energetic dance movement to a bom-bom song. For the rest of time, I just sat in an empty couch thinking about American young adult's weekend life. Their mentality is like, no party during weekend = no life.
My mentality is: partying is great if there isn't so much drinking and puking and smoking around. It is great without the shady element of sex in the pair/threesome dance movement. It will be great without guys like me hanging out in sofas and thinking about American young adults' life sucks.
I had a chocolate pancake later on and a senior commented on my dressing taste. He said my H&M green shirt (bought in NYC) outlaying a white NIC shirt (bought in Sunway Pyramid) and a white T-shirt (bought in Singapore) underneath suited me. My hair needed some shearing though; it's getting thicker and longer.
Posted by peixin at March 26, 2006 06:48 PM
Comments
Do you still remember chinese idiom 'sui bo zhu liu'&'jie shen zi ai' ? You have your own principle, never follow and influenced by others. Preserve your personality, I trust you !
Posted by: sigmatau at March 27, 2006 11:38 AM