In Continuum.

Valerie's Birthday Party

4.45pm, and still she has yet to call. I sat on the suitcase where I stored the stereo system and waited for her call. Valerie was supposed to come by and pick it up, so that there will be music during the party itself. Being appointed as the Deejay is certainly a first in my life, and I was more than excited to provide the musical entertainment. However, deep inside I knew that nobody was going to care too much about what I play or how I arrange the songs, but I did those anyway with much care. That's just the perfectionist side of me, working despite and against the odds. Still, the excitement of the party was overwhelmed by the fact that I was running late for the meeting with the club at Bukit Gombak station in half an hours' time.

Valerie's Dad was kind enough to give me a ride, as we all squeezed into the car and off we went. Zig-zagging through the traffic, her Dad was really rushing for time, pressing down on the pedal and the horn as the meter rose steadily towards the right limit. As we got off the car and proceeded towards the venue itself, the icebox I was lugging with the stereo-suitcase were rather bulky, and Valerie's grandmother smiled at me and asked if I needed help. I smiled back and told her no, but in truth I don't think she could've done much to ease the bulkiness of everything.

GuiLin View has the weirdest architecture ever. On one side of the pool you have traditional Chinese stone lions as decorations. Then on the other side you have Greek-like columns around the swimming pool with - strangely - Chinese carvings around. Then in the corner, an Egyptian column acting as the shower head for the swimmers. Now, talking about a giant mix-up in cultures, this is it. As I stared and admired the strange architecture of the building around us, the guests started to arrive and the whole birthday shebang started.

Last minute anything sucks, and a lot of people pulled out of her party in the last minute, thinking that any reason with the word 'urgent' attached, it automatically makes them valid. But I think the people who go "Oh, I forgot that it is Good Friday and I am Catholic" is really a reason. Seriously, I don't think you ever missed out on Christmas without reminders whatsoever. The guitar club was plagued with the same problem, and we ended up with a grand total of just three person. Ahmad, LiPing and I were the only representatives from the club, and we ended up wandering around the estate and talking to each other, rather than mingling with the crowd. Like I said, I am a sociable loner, I don't tend to go to people very often.

So the three of us ended up taking ridiculous pictures all around the estate. It was great to see LiPing again, and can I say that I really like her sense of style? I think she looks good in anything she has been wearing to parties, how casual and elegant everything looked at the same time. Very nice indeed. We felt rather bad to leave the group of fellow party-goers behind, but at the same time I don't think our presence was missed at all amidst the music, the games and the endless chattering. We found more comfort with ourselves, just catching up on old times and fooling around(No dirty thoughts, you horrible-minded people). Guess I have to start working on the NYGC theme song with Ahmad, and I am seriously going against that dumb idea I proposed about the Under One Room-type lyrics. Not sure about you Ahmad, but I am passing on that for sure.

More on my deejaying experience in the next entry. For now, I shall let the pictures do all the talking. I'm not a fan of blogging about my visits to birthday parties, because they are rather standard throughout the country. You come, you greet, you hang out, you eat, you drink, you sing, you leave. Basically, the same thing happens for every birthday party, other than the ones that happen at clubs which is a totally different ball game altogether. Anyway, pictures. Yes. Here we go.