I went to the orientation camp for new members of the student organisation, AIESEC, that I was previously in last night. It wasn't a surprise to see nothing has changed. Every year, you'll see a bunch of wild monkeys high on adrenalin jumping up and down at the camp, just that each year is a different bunch.
For the benefit of those who don't know what AIESEC is, it's basically a wholly student run international organisation which espouses the ideal of Sandra Bullock in Ms Congeniality i.e. World Peace! As a matter of fact, hundreds of our members are currently at an international conference deciding whether to make Sandra Bullock our spokesperson. Especially she had since joined the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, an alliance will take AIESEC one step closer to world peace.
Back to the camp, I only turned up in time for the party. First up, is the cross-dressing competition. Before you think what kind of weird organisation is AIESEC, all the things we do are for good reasons. By cross dressing, AIESEC hope to get the males to appreciate the finer points of femininity and understanding of 'the other'. Through this gender and cultural understanding, we'll hopefully be a step closer to world peace. Ditto for the females cross dressing as males, though of course, all eyes are fully focused on the 'females'. In case you're wondering if I've ever gone through this experience before, the answer is NO. So in the eyes of AIESEC, I'm a potential disruption to world peace. Maybe plans to eradicate me are being discussed at the international conference as well.
How can a party be called a party without music, dance and beer right? Sadly, the music and dance steps are centuries old to an old monkey like me. There hasn't been any new music or dancesteps introduced since I left AIESEC. So much for government's efforts in promoting creativity. Naturally, the young monkeys enjoyed themselves with these dances, for now. The amount of beer at the camp was obscene. There was enough to drown the Pacific nation of Kiribati. I lied of course. AIESEC only have nice people who don't drink a lot of beer.
Did I drink, you may be thinking? Honest as I'm, I've to say I did. It's just a small, tiny, weeny cup though, since I'm driving. Definitely not enough to get drunk (not that any drunks will admit they're) or to be over the legal driving limits. Even if I'm above the limits (which I'm NOT!), I wasn't flagged down by the police anyway. So officer, if you're reading this, you can't catch me since you've got no proof. Pppfffttttt!!!