Yearly meetup with the craziest fellas


Why, oh why.

Why am I the only one in the entire group to organize our yearly meetups.

Why am I the only girl.

Why.. am I surrounded by crazy people?

Heh.

I don't mind. I love my old 346 basketball court primary school period friends.

This year we had a BBQ at Lower Seletar Dam, as opposed to the previous two years' Sentosa outing.

Surprisingly, the turnout exceeded my expectations, and it actually WAS fun beyond words. I haven't had so much fun for years now.

Lester dropped by early (thankfully) to help me clean out the sotongs.



I am deathly afraid of touching raw sotongs (or even cooked ones, for that matter), but I can't help it if the others love their sotongs.



Poor me.



Everybody brought along a little bit of something, and I brought the food.




Hock. No, he did not bring the wire mesh. He brought the charcoal and the hickory wood chips though.


Wilson, Lester and Gabriel.


Kun Rong. People officer liao, leh.

Check out the ultimate deer-caught-in-headlight look.






Le Camwhore who cannot stop camwhoring.

Two of the funniest guys in the group, Onn and Hock.



My most favourite people.





Brace yourselves..



This is why it is neccessary to organize these meetups.


Left to right: Kun Rong, Tian Hock, Benny, Jazzy, Lazychoo, Onn, Gabriel, Lester, Wilson.

Cooking the food..



Camwhoring,





Individual photos (taken with the camwhore)

Tian Hock.



The sensible guy in the group. Or used to be. Now he's one of the crappiest. He used to be a great basketball player, quite respected by our group. Now he hardly plays basketball.

Wilson.



Mr Duck Lamp. Not sure where that came from (some say Gabriel started it), but he's one of the vital people who pass by in my life. He and Onn used to be my best friends, and whenever they saw me sad or down they'd do hilarious antics to cheer me up. He also protected me from insults and jokes, because at that impressionable age, guys are bound to make insensitive jokes against the only female in the group.

Lester.



Has hair longer than me. Very big sized guy with an equally big heart. The confirmed center for most of our games. He used to be quite sensitive about jokes people make about him, but since then he's changed a lot. He graciously accepted all the jokes that whole night. He also came over and taught my Lazychoo how to clean out the squids before the BBQ.

Benny.



This guy only needs two words to describe him: White, and Crappy. Very crappy. Keeps crapping with Gabriel, non-stop. Hilarious, too. Funny guy.

Kun Rong.



Our very own officer. Used to be shy and quiet, now he's kind of opened up and is noisy as hell. Not to mention crappy. He's a very sweet guy, and VERY talented. These are his artworks -> http://krypt.gfxartist.com/artworks

Those not taken individually with me: Onn and Gabriel. Hmph. Who asked you guys to leave so early.

Tian Hock, camwhoring with Kun Rong.



Going to the toilet.



After it threatened to rain near to 2am, we moved to our most nostalgic spot: 346 basketball court. We sat around the circle in the middle of the court, all scattered around. Then someone started on the ghost stories and suddenly the scattered circle shifted and moved until everybody's thighs were touching each other.

The wind was gushing, lightning cracked every now and then, and tress looks more eerie than ever.

It was THAT scary.

When it actually rained we all got up and went to the void deck of 346...



... and continued the ghost stories.


All scared liao.

We also talked a lot of cock and nonsense, and scared the hell out of each other, and vowed not to eat KFC anymore because their meat isn't really real chicken. The conversation spun from ghosts to movies to pharaohs to the Titanic and a lot more. We got disturbed for awhile by a drunkard near to 4am, and before we knew it, it was already dawn.

I wished the night would never end.

I love those people.