Sunday, 16 June 2013

Many Happy Returns!

My 21st Birthday Party

This is how a normal birthday celebration looks like. Surrounded by friends and family, enjoying one another's company while celebrating the birthday of a love one.

My 21st Birthday "Party"

And this is how birthday celebrations are in the camp. I was somewhere beneath these bastards, fighting to breathe as they tried to restrain me and carry out whatever devious plan installed. It doesn't matter how strong one is or how good a fighter you are, eventually you'll be overwhelmed by sheer number and have to succumb to their will. This is a tradition of some sort for us and it is fun when you are not the victim

If you remember Pidot and Webek, my fellow "pilgrims" who went to Sabah with me. Well, their birthday is just round the corner and I decided to organize a civilised celebration for them. No stripping, no cold dirty water, no eggs,  no nothing. Just a simple get-together before our exams. We even "imported" Pidot's girlfriend all the way from Perak just to surprise him.

From left: Fatin (Pidot's GF) & Farah (Our Black Widow)

The party started with a jubilant and astonished expression from Pidot when his girlfriend, Fatin entered the room.

Pidot on the far left, smiling from ear to ear. Webek next to Pidot waiting for his "girlfriend" to come too.

After a chorus of happy birthday from us, the party proceeded like any other party should. With music serenading us, good food to satisfy our tummies, smiles on everybody's face and love in the air.

And then it was time for our group photo session by our faculty's small pond which is foul smelling and infested with parasites.

Seeing as how this party was supposed to be a civilised one, we had no evil intention of throwing people into the pond, none whatsoever. But for some unknown reason, Webek the birthday boy got suspicious and tried to make a run half-way through the photo session.

You know how predators instinctively chase anything which tries running from them? Like how lions chase down a dear who spots the lion and dashes away. The primeval instinct of hunting it is called, anything which runs from you is prey.

Same scenario here. Webek's try for freedom awoke the beast in us and the birthday boys were quickly caught and thrown into the pond.

Mayhem erupted as more more were caught and thrown into the pond.

Somehow or rather, there was a packet of flour lying around which we conveniently used. 

'I hereby baptise you! Be good and go to church!'

Ladies or guys doesn't matter, in you go with a splatter.

So much for our "civilised" party.

I like this photo. Notice the water hitting Selvan in the face.

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