Our AGM

Have to bring this up in my blog coz of its significance, being one-in-a-yr kinda function. Our 'Annual General Meeting' was held at Bugis Junction, Liang Seah Street, Xian De Lai Steamboat. It was a very successful function as I was the organizer. I had demanded 100% attendance, and I made it happened. The grp consists of JAS, OOI, YU, YL, SOR and ME! ~~ The Magnificence! We were SIM's noisiest, most talkative, playful grp in the whole class. Once we were even ostracized in class because no one dared to sit near us for fear of being 'dragged' into scoldings by the lecturer. BUT WHO CARES MANZ! Anyway, student life was sure the best phase in my life.

The place was like a fish market, with the rowdy people shouting in their conversations. I almost suffocated with irritation. Sor was definitely pissed!There's one very funny incident. I was eating my favourite quail egg and it was a 'Chou ji dan!' and I immediately spit out. SOR also suay suay eating a quail egg also ROTTEN! Then she innocently asked if she could spit on the table, but was refused by all of us coz we made a big hoo har said it was very disgusting! (They didn't know I spit already). Then POOR SOR actually swollowed the CHOU JI DAN! My god! OH MY GOD! leh coz it really smells! WE WERE IN TOTAL SHOCK! What's new for SOR?! haha

As usual, we gorged ourselves with food. We can say "Wah very full, very full, bursting!" But still swallowing food down our throats simultaneously. The conversation topic was just like what we had been talking in school days. So we were literally laughing at the same old jokes 1,000 times already. The feeling is still the same, no awakwardness though we only meet once a year aka AGM. Yah but exclude Jas and Ooi lah coz they are always within my sight. The day ended with SOR having a terrible diarreoh all of a sudden, and demanded instanteneous out of the cafe, right into the cab, and straight to home! We can't touch her also coz she's afraid she can't control. hahahahhaha Whilst OOI and YL continued with their conversations.....

So the moral of this post is "As you age, the chances of you talking about the past increase!" SHIT!