Had a department barbeque yesterday. We were supposed to gather at Big Splash at 3pm, or at the pit at 5pm, for those who couldn't make it at 3pm, but Ban Xiong and I were the only idiots there at the time. Sergeant Melvin came a while later, at 3:15, so we had many hours to stone, since Boon Wei came only at 5:30 and the rest at 6:30! At least we got a treat from him at Viking Hotdog :)

Big Splash is a very boring place. Apparently it's been charging no admission since someone died there a few years ago, but the biggest, meanest slide is closed, so it's no wonder no one wants to go there. The whole place, too, looks so 1970s. I wonder if the sales of overpriced drinks and ice cream is not nearly enough to keep the whole place afloat.

While we 3 were waiting at the BBQ pit, we were bored so we alternately slept on the stone tables at the pit and watched a sideshow taking place a way away from us.

Now, this couple from ACJC was frolicking in the sand. The guy was still in his uniform, but the girl had changed out of her skirt into gray jeans. From a far distance, the blue inner lining of their collars was visible, which was how I identified them and did an IFF (Identification Friend or Foe). It was only 5 plus, not even 6pm, but they were already turning up the heat on the beach; petting and cuddling on the sand. Later, they moved on to french kissing and necking, and though we could only see them from the back, we could conjecture which targets the guy's hand and mouth were seeking. When sunset came, the two moved up and down the beach, finally settling at a spot further from our location.

Ban Xiong remarked that it was no wonder one of his friends from ACJC was a father. I was intrigued, and on making further enquiries, I discovered that this ACJC father - in our year - was not the same ACJC father that I already knew. What a happening school, to have at least *2* fathers in one year! We also speculated on why the ACJC blouse was so much more transparent than the ACJC shirt. Perverted uniform makers, maybe. Geraldine claims ACJC girls wash the blouses more, but I doubt that's the reason (maybe they do wash them more, but not to keep them clean...). Apparently there was other action going on around us, from other players, but I didn't see it.

I saw a male toilet cleaner in a female toilet at East Coast. Go Men's Lib!

The food at the BBQ was rather well bought/prepared, with a wide variety and high quality of food. I think it's one of the better barbeques I've been to recently, really.

While we were eating, troops in Full Battle Order from 10SIB suddenly appeared and marched past us. It must've been a torture seeing all the barbequers eating and enjoying themselves while they were slogging, but at least they were marching at night, when it's cooler. Even when we're out of camp, we're not free from reminders of bondage! Gah.

As Chinx said in the Days of Yore, there is always too much food at barbeques. And for some reason the organisers always feel compelled to try to finish the food, so they attempt to stuff everyone to bursting point. Then later people throw some away, bring some back and feed the rest to the cats, who play with the sausages. I suggest that, when BBQs are held near beaches, the food be buried. I buried some myself and I think crabs are now feasting merrily.


Maybe because he's going to ORD, and because the night was cool and we were full, the person who has some degree of animosity with me was talking to me yesterday. We effected a sort of rapprochement, I think. I am glad :)


Quotes:

You should write: AC blouses are see-through. [Me: You didn't know that?] You can even see the colour of her bra... Perverted uniform makers.

Ohh... sand got in her blouse. And he's taking the opportunity to help himself. Under the watchful eyes of Gabriel Seah.

Nothing is happening at the sideshow. The show has not started yet. [Me: No, there was a show just now. Now they're taking a rest.]

When the sun goes down, they'll go where the sun don't shine.

He's on top of her [Me: Wishful thinking. He's lying beside her] Now he's beside her. In 30 minutes he'll be on top of her.

[Me: The sideshow has moved to the table] Both sitting on the table? That's not right. [Me: What, one {should be} sitting at the table and one kneeling in front?] I didn't say that.