Finally, something to do

I'm sure you guys know how free I am at work. All my friends do. As such, I have been officially appointed as the organiser for an upcoming gathering. For my poly pals.

I have two main groups of poly friends; The Gals and The 猪朋狗友 (The Boyz).

The Gals have been pretty busy with their lives, and we do catch up on gossips occassionally over coffee.

It has been a while, however, since I have last met up with The Boyz. Talking about The Boyz, I must emphasize that we have a very special bond that was formed during our internship program at our very expensive and beautiful airport. Each of us has our own role to play, which is what made this group really special and our companionship for each other, delightful. Let me introduce to you who this group comprises of:


LX - The Sex God.

He, who knows all about The Kama Sutra, pornography in any form, and which Lorong to find the hottest chicks (pun intended) in Geylang.



Da Goat

He, who never answers a question with an appropriate answer.

E.g.

"Eh, so how did your exams go?"

"Eh! The moon is so bright hor!"

"........"



The Doctor

He, who is the coolest and almost the nicest guy in the group. But due to his professionalism, he tries to make analysis out of all the crap we talked about, which only made him even more crappy than the rest of us.

This is his signature pose. Very cool siah.

Alicia, The Ice Princess.

Flawless complexion, beautiful body, captivating personality. It's no wonder she is a man-magnet. Damn, if only she is bi-sexual.

Unfortunately, Alicia, who was also my smoking buddy during internship days, seldom participate in our gatherings now. I believe this is partly due to the fact that none of the boyz has matured since poly graduation and they are still as childish as ever. Who can blame her?

Ah Cock, The Irritant

He, who not only craps out of his ass, but out of every opening in his body.

Ah Cock wasn't someone we had initially included in our group. But during our six-months internship program, he had made a lot of contributions, like installing "Puzzle Fighter" in our main PC (we only had 1 pc to use), did all the reports that we didn't want to do, performed well as a pillow for our physical abuse, and most importantly, he proved that he was just as crappy as the rest of us. If not, even more so.

Adrenaline, The Chio

She, although, is as crappy as everyone else, but is also beautiful, intelligent, witty, nice, pleasant to be with .... blah blah blah ... the list goes on.

So you can see, this group is made up of colourful characters which made this group of pals really unique and one in a million.

Some of our "achievements" include:

Polishing our skills in Puzzle Fighter and I am proud to announce that we are all very, very good. At least, I am, still very good up till today. Oh, except for Da Goat, who only won during "kelong" situations.

Digression: Always use Ken when playing puzzle fighter.

Having our 3-times-a-week picnics at the F Gates in the transit area of the airport. The F Gates are especially cosy and made fantastic spots for picnics, ghost-story telling sessions, gossip-about-the-dept-head conferences, and most importantly, our talk-cock seminars. But alas, everything comes at a price, and unfortunately, due to the frequent picnics, I gained a whopping 5 kilos within six months. Fug.

Almost picking up a fight with a male Malay crew from Malaysia Airlines. The bugger, distraught with his unfulfilled (sex) life, tried to find fault with us, and it nearly brewed into a storm as we argued our way into the Duty Terminal Manager's office. Unfortunately for him, no one was on his side. Heh.

Boycotting Ah Cock to enjoy Haagen Diaz ice-cream. During a particular project, we decided not to continue with our research (cos we were lazy), and decided to treat ourselves instead. However, we still needed someone to continue to work just so it appeared that we were all working. Being an irritant, Ah Cock was picked. During our pleasurable activity, Ah Cock was left alone, doing his observation and wondering where the rest of us had gone to.

Sending Ah Cock to walk to the other end of the transit area to do testing for the tele-conferencing machine. It was a long and lonely walk and none of us wanted to do it. Somehow, sending Ah Cock was always, an unanimous decision.

Hiding Ah Cock's school bag on the top dusty cabinet in the staff rest room and made him search for it. Alicia and I had the most fun with this. Before you start feeling sorry for him, please be reminded that he totally deserved it, as he had actually named his bag "How-How". I mean, what the fuck! Who names a bag, and with such a name?!

Scarring Ah Cock. No, it's not as bad as it sounds. You see, this was this one time, where Alicia and I were trying to scare Ah Cock by wanting to put out our cigarette on him. We were kidding of course, but Ah Cock, in a weak attempt to display his "courage" (muahahahahah), swung his fist towards Alicia's cigarette. The cigarette, went out and while Ah Cock acted like it was no big deal, I knew it hurt a lot. Because even years later, he still constantly reminds me of how Alicia and I had scarred him by showing me the mark on his hand.

Come to think of it, a lot of our activities centred around mocking Ah Cock. Too bad for him that he picked the role of an irritant.

Hmm ... irritant .... that sounds so much like a fellow blogger ....

I am so looking forward to the gathering. I think it's gonna be fun :)