Above are the remaining videos that weren't up when I blogged about the graduation night. First video is the video that shows the whole thing from start to end, and the second is the Spire projection. Watch it and be impressed.
Anyway, I'm playing American McGee's Alice now. I just got it from Redzuan a few days back, and I'm 4 chapters from the end. I'm loving it like hell, despite this game being a decade old. Still, I'm enjoying the crazy and morbid reimagination from it, and how the places are bloody beautiful. As its a fantasy world, basically anything is possible, and with no logic and limits, I think its gorgeous. Not to mention I love the Cheshire Cat's voice and words. Damn nice; the things he says.
I've been reading into it quite a bit, and one of the theories of the whole thing is that although the whole thing is undoubtedly in her imagination, the different characters in her mind are based on emotions, feelings, and friends. The characters that help her are whats left of her sanity (apart from her good self) that helps to fight and keep her sane.
That's gotten me thinking because since I've began my holidays, I've been going out pretty often. However, I've also been staying at home aplenty. Now during my time in college (which only ended weeks ago, lol), and actually, all the years of my life, I've always been pretty slack when it comes to organizing things. I'm never the one to call someone out for a meal, I'm never the one to organize a hang out, and stuff. Heck, I'm even too lazy to organize my own birthday, and yet I have great friends who do it for me. This stems partly from the fact that its because I am all too assured that someone in the day will ask me out for a meal, or I'll be joining my classmates, or something would be planned in advance. During the last few weeks in college, I would skip on having meals with my classmates, go straight to the library and sleep while using my laptop. I did this here and there all the time, but I started doing it a lot more frequently in the last weeks because I was just so damn tired from all the finals. And even in the library, even when I intentionally passed on meals with my classmates, I'd still get a call from someone asking for a meal, or a chillout (usually with Symposium), or I'd bump into someone in the library and we'd have a good conversation there. Call it arrogance on my part, or whatever, but I'm just that damn assured I will hangout. On the extremely rare days that I am called up by no one, or hang out with no one I bump into, it allows me a bit of my alone time. Everyone needs a bit of alone time, and I get my alone time pretty rarely, but its enough. I undoubtedly enjoy the company of others far better. A good conversation is one of life's greatest pleasures. Chilling out is also among the top. And although it sounds pretty cocky that I have such assurance that someone will ask me out, there is also much appreciation, and gratitude that I am of enough importance to be asked out continuously, almost every single day. People who dislike you are not going to ask you out intentionally. And it humbles me (ironic, that the assurance reeks of arrogance) that I am a friend enough to many.
So, the thing that's gotten me thinking, in relation to Alice? During the holidays, definitely its a time to hang out, chill out and rest. And since I've graduated, even more so. Thing is, the days at home are pretty dull. Sure, I get rest and play games. I also need my alone time. But it's also reminding me about college days where despite the fact that I have to attend classes, that compulsory travel to Sunway also allowed the time to mix with all my friends and the assurance of getting asked out for something, or having a good chat with someone. While in Alice, the companions are the manifestations that keep her sane, I think I can apply this to myself as well. Maybe I'm reading (uh, playing, I guess) too much into it, or I'm making connections that don't stand up to intense scrutiny, but I definitely think that my friends are what's kept me sane.
Sure, I didn't wind up in a mental institution (Zoe did, ironically), but considering all things I've gone through, it's not too much to say that I could've gone (figuratively) insane. Like I said, ironic thing is that a major source of all that hell did end up going to a mental hospital. There's lots of things I did, and could've gone through, and through it all, friends have been the pillars of support. What's kept me sane, what's kept me living. How God played His part is another thing, but friends are the "manifestations" of my own sanity. Manifestations isn't the best word. But in both cases, what they did was keep the person intact. Living. That, specifically, is how I feel American McGee's Alice relates to me. Like I said, maybe I'm looking too deeply into it, making a connection.
But there's one thing that cannot be denied. They kept me sane, figuratively. Or maybe literally. Who knows how I might have ended up if things went worse.
But unlike Alice, I don't go around with a butcher knife killing everything around me. Oh the ironies of Zoe and her.