the gathering

For the first time in years, we had a gathering with Mrs Wong & Mr Ng. That in itself is amazing considering that we've graduated from dhs 6 years ago. Although the people that turn out are pretty much the same few people that still hang out often enough, it still cool, I guess, to storm a restaurant, make a big fuss over the lack of seats, half heartedly rearrange some chairs to make space and finally leave without ordering anything with the excuse of wanting to seat together. It may sound mean or whatever negative word you can find to you but that never stopped us before.

Though the people that turned out are mainly the bunch of us that still hang out once in a while, not all of us will usually be there. Missing a few here and there is usually the case but not this time. It's always fun to meet up with people you haven't seen in a long time, almost always.

Meeting up with certain people will sometimes make you remember how much of a pain in the ass that person was and although I'm often reprimanded for being mean, as usual, it doesn't stop me from making comments laced with blades. If you're wondering who this person is, rest assured that if you actually get to read this, it's probably not you.

It's Doreen!!! I'm not exactly trying to conceal this and everyone that found this line probably didn't take long to realise. I put this here for the effect so don't think that you've uncovered hidden treasure or cracked a power code just because.

There are few that tick me off enough for me to write about them and that's usually when they cross a certain boundary different for everyone. In this case, I'll simply say that there's a huge difference between talking and flirting, adding on to that, there's a gigantic difference between having a conversation and hitting on someone. As Weng would have said, it's a cantakerous task trying to ignore the words and have a meal without choking every once in a while.

Kang kept hitting me under the table, for every gross statement made, and I in turn kept hitting Janice. I realised the heaven at the far end of the table when switched places with Junyuan. Such silence, such tranquility and I didnt' choke on anything or cringe at every word said.

Yes, my purpose of writing this is not to talk about the gathering as opposed to the initial impression I gave at the first paragraph, it is to bitch. To bitch about someone that made me choke on soup sending me into coughing fits, someone whose words made me cringe, who I don't exactly look forward to seeing again very soon.