There's a zombie on your lawn

Honestly, the music students of UCSI seem to have this schizophrenic fetish for the undead. Some all-consuming passion for the rotting, lumbering creatures. Probably because of our mirroring resemblance to them when we are choked with assignments or as our schedule gets hectic, and the deprivation of sleep would make us all groggy and cranky and haggard-looking…

Anyway, the L4D mania has inevitably died down, or at least diluted to the state of remaining inert till our schedule and workload lighten, stripping the music students of their only route to escapism and pure elation. Poor, unfortunate souls. I remembered there was once when Wen Dee called me to ask, “Eh, you wanna practice your fingers?”

“Yeah…but there’s no piano room. They’re all full.”

“No. We’re going outside to practice.”

“Outside?”

“Ya. We’re going to the CC. Top Gear. L4D. Wanna join us?”

I guess our emotionally-inclined nature explains our craze, whatever the subject. We even obsess with a mad passion. So for the first period of our separation from L4D, a couple of them, namely Jia Wen, Rachel, Kevin and Andrew, had the game installed in their laptops and they would book (or more like sabotage) a piano room, lock themselves in and shoot away. Not to mention unplugging the piano heater, only to replace with an extension to provide for their laptop to ensure no breakdowns during the game. Shhh.

But we’ve moved along and found a new haven. One bombarded with our old love too! Plants vs Zombies! Instead of the brutal mass-murdering of the decomposing beings, we position a variety of plants to attack them. Well, they aren’t exactly mobile, them plants, but they have different abilities, so we have to strategize real good to avoid those stinking things stampeding into our houses. The animation’s not bad, for a game like this, and the characters in it are so adorable and brightly painted, including our decaying friends! And best of all, the music is educating too, for us, that is. There’s a short blues scale at the end of every level (:

Here’s a tiny portion on what YOU miss out on:

Awww…ain’t it cute? And no. The plants’ abilities do not extend to verbalization.

Ha. I’m really intending on sneaking in a camera to record what it’s like being in the MIDI lab during the little breathers between classes.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! HELP HELP HELP!”

“AAAHHHHHH!!! They’re attacking! They’re ATTACKING!”

“NoOoOOOOooo! I’m D.Y.I.N.G!

And all of these are coming from the mouths of Degree 1 up till Degree 5 students. Seriously. Passerby may have mistaken the shrieking for our despair over lost assignments. All the better. No need for our makeshift cyber café to be congested.

P.S. As I’m typing this, my sis is heatedly ‘SHIT!’-ing over the unjust death of her plants.