had a bbq at my place on sunday- was shit tired yesterday from all the clearing up! once i was at work, everytime i closed my eyes for an extra-long blink, i would get hallucinations of my bed, and have to pray not to let my head fall flat on the keyboard in front of me. that, as we all know, would SO not be the way to convince people that you're a pro office worker and NOT a 17 year old kid 30 years younger than them.

was feeling really bad about the bbq at first because i only realised after i confirmed the date with everyone that i had also agreed to help soph with somethingood at the same time, and obviously i couldn't cancel out of the bbq since i was the one hosting it. luckily i managed to get matthias to take over my duties from me (what's a vice-chair for, eh?) though that also means that i am probably eternally indebted to him now and will be reminded of this everytime kwok throws a fit on exco. so now i get to permanently handle kwok and his botox-y mood swings. yay. what more could a girl ask for?

anyway, the bbq. we spent like an hour trying to get the fire to start. actually quah and co built quite a nice fire, but then they went off and i had to, uh, look after it, and then the fire kinda died. i swear, i was only trying to help! but luckily bobo came to the rescue and we soon had satays and otah roasting away over a really chio flame.

along with raw satays, me paulee and markwang also perfected the art of cooking papadums underneath the bbq grill! the added advantage of cooking it below the grill itself is that you not only get a stronger flame, you also get all the oil and sauce from the satays on top of the grill dripping down to the papadum, giving it extra flavour and oOmPh! it was quite cool actually, cos the papadums started off as little pathetic flat pieces of paper, but within 5 seconds became this really voluptious bubbling crispy thing. so friggin pro!

a lot of people actually got lost walking into the condo, though i don't see how that's possible because it's like only a FIVE minute walk from the mrt. and that's when i'm wearing no-grip slippers and doing the whole ah-ma thing. and people were walking for like half an hour and still not getting anywhere near the location. issit just me or does everybody's sense of direction suck??? hmmm... or maybe i just gave wrong directions, heh.

after we got the bbq started, we also got started on the dunking business. i mean, what's a poolside party without the pool?? and people still came without spare changes of clothes; some people just never learn. and some people, like erica, came in frilly tops and SKIRTS. hahahaha. like THAT's gonna stop anyone from dunking you. due to his 45 kg feather frame, paulee was the first victim. i think he brought gerald down with him though. then the guys tried to carry the whole bench into the pool in order to dunk us girls, and i got really scared cos hey i had a refundable deposit on the place and i don't think the guards would have like a bbq bench in the pool very much. so after that i kinda got pushed in, though i didn't really care because i was wearing a swimming costume underneath anyway, so it's not like i had to contend with damp underwear like the rest.

but nonetheless, the girls betrayed me, and that meant the end of our alliance. after that they all ran into the girls toilet to hide, thinking it would stop the guys from coming after them. well i switched off the light switch in the toilet, which made them start shrieking hysterically- even though the switch for the lights was just INSIDE the toilet and they could have easily switched it on themselves. so we were kinda stuck in a deadlock and the girls camped in the toilet for another half hour. then, when they suspected we were off guard, they made a dash for the function room and locked us out. nice. but there were these huge windows at the side of the function room, facing the ornamental pond, and guess what? the windows weren't locked from the inside. and so 'operation extraction' (as marcus put it) began. gerald climbed in through the window and tried to pull erica out into the pool, but it backfired and gerald was nearly pushed into the pool himself. i was so friggin scared one of the residents would come out and complain about disruption of peace or something. anyway, marcus and gerald finally managed to squeeze through the windows and infiltrated the enemy barracks. which is how we managed to drag nic and christina, (struggling and screaming, no less) and with each of us grabbing onto one limb, all the way out to the pool. and then we swung them back and forth before launching them into the pool.

then some real smartass tried to dunk marcus, which resulted in half the world getting dunked as well. including erica, who realised her grave mistake halfway through, once marcus started gripping HER arm really tightly. soon enough, her screams of 'get marcus' progressed to 'don't dunk marcus! don't dunk marcus!' and then subsequently became quick yelps of 'get my handphone out of my pocket'. hahahaha. we ended up dunking everybody who stayed on, except the pussy markwang who was wearing a white shirt and claiming to not have a change of clothes for his chelsea-arsenal gathering later on. so i must say we did quite well. and i didn't even get sent off from the grounds; what a bonus!

hoping to organise another bbq sometime soon for somethingood and debate, but it'll probably be a while till i recover from the hassle of this one. you have NO IDEA how much shit we generated. like i think we filled up 2 whole garbage bins, not counting the crap we flushed down the toilet bowl and in the plants, or the ice which marcus conveniently dumped in the furnace of the guy's sauna.

all in all, 'twas huge fun. almost enough to rejuvinate me for the week ahead at work. i guess i'm not the only one in this crap though- fellow intern randy just emailed me and said "btw, i've been religiously checkin my e-mail evryday cuz it's e onli communicatin channel i hav left tt can sustain more than 160 words @ a go". my sentiments exactly! screw bloody office networks!