you know what to change but not in what way

1st: Happy birthday to Gaydos!! Some photos from that night.

Grays Papaya LOVES KELLY!!! (and Obama)

Oh, hey, Dan came from Crooklyn.

The debacle of yesterday:

I dragged Rebecca and Scott to Siren Fest. Hello, 2 hour D-train ride. Let's just say, when we realized we could have been in Allentown eating Buff Chix and Shrimp platter, we were pretty pissed at the MTA.

The whole point of going was to see Ra Ra Riot. We got there and the entire beach/concert area was filled with delicious man meat, and from what Scott said, hot girls, but we could not get close to the stage or hear anything. So we walked down to the beach, which was PACKED.

Decided to leave before it even got close to Stephen Malkmus's 7:00 set time. Bye Bye, Coney Island.

Lox and I were dead tired but we wanted to see a movie. Because of its proximity to the N and our undying love for crowds of slow-walking and picture-taking tourists, we decided to go to the AMC at 42nd to see Mamma Mia. You know how I love Colin Firth! [spoilers below]

From the point where Meryl Streep does choreographed rolling around on the roof of her goat house to the very last second of the film, I kept thinking, this cannot be more outrageous or over-the-top. Add in a crowd that clapped, cheered, and gasped as the plot unfolded, and we were literally in a 4th dimension of all that is show music NYC, a world I know nothing of. Being quite naive when it comes to the theatre, I had no preparation for what came next.

At the end of the movie, there is a singing montage. The song kicked off, and so did a sonic blast of what sounded like the winds of a hurricane. Rebecca and I started screaming and looked up. The theatre was being shot up with glittering confetti that covered the entire space. For a full 5 minutes it snowed silver, blue, and white snippings of disco paper as the crowd danced, screamed, laughed, and cried. I can't even do this situation 1/10 of the justice it deserves, but I have never been more proud to say I live in New York. I have never before felt the feeling so tangible, that anything can happen here and all is possible. Call me sentimental or a sucker for explosions, but the viewing of Mamma Mia will probably go down as one of the best film experiences of my life. Suck on that, Godard.

What A Day

Start of the new semester marked the arrival of a new batch of students. The fond memories of junior and senior relationship are worth remembering, especially when you are the senior – not that you are supposed to bullying the juniors, but you cannot help to show them how much you are matured, how much knowledge that you have acquired and how familiar you are to the surrounding. Thus, my wonderful school (faculty to some) has decided to do some activities to get the first year students to get close with each other, with the stuff members of the school and with other batches as well.

The first part of it was on the Friday’s night (18 July 2008) which involved only the first year students and facilitators, was called (I must warn you, it was very cliché – a reason why I should have the creative rights on it) “Intra Chemical Reaction”, how about that? Activities included a game of passing all the group members a sentence that comprised 17 similar vowel words to the group members, built a shelter from newspapers, a quiz about chemical and mathematic related questions, carrying an egg on a string of raffia rope which need to be tied around all the group members hands and a game which you have to make a string out of anything (shoe lace, shoe, handkerchief, hair, etc.) and the final length of it will be measured.

Intra Chemical Reaction:

Yes, I totally agree with you. The games all are not appropriate for a university student. But wait until you read about the next day program which are (just name a few) waiter race (passing a leaking pail from one another – must through the top of your head), torturing alive snakehead fishes by throwing it from one person to another (someone should report it to Animal Rights!), male net ball (played by the Deputy of Vice Chancellor of Academic and International Affairs, dean, deputy dean and other senior professors and doctors) throwing and catching eggs from the distance of half a netball court and a strength only required rope pulling.

The day of torture start with an early wake up, who wakes up at 8 am during Saturday? Plus, we have to stay up late the night before after the Intra Chemical Reaction to paint our batch flag. To make the matter worst, we were forced (with the indication that we are the only one who does not doing anything for our tomorrow tent decoration) by some inconsiderate female students in my school. In a move to show my rebelling self, me and some of my friends arrived half an hour late to the event. Oh, and we casually walk slowly with the flag in our bag. No one knows what the face of the devil is. Other than bias judges and rude marshals, a will-burn-your-skin day unless will goes without anything big happening.

Whether the objectives of these events were achieved or it just another way of my dean to mpress the Vice Chancellor, no one will ever know for sure. At least the food is good.

What A Day

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