last yr dis time, my blk comm and i are the organisers for the previous blk comm headed by ron.. dis yr, we r appreciated at the appreciation dinner, organised by stamford and his blk comm..
dis is wat we got..


yap, a medal with our name written, and saying "You're Da Bomb"..
lame, but cool.. haha.. lame in the sense tat its NV been a competition or wat mah, and yet we receive a medal for it.. hurhur.. but of cos cool, cos its not common tat pple get medals.. haha.. gold one somemore.. haha..
did i mention it was a BBQ dinner?! haha.. almost forgot to bring up the DELICIOUS DELICIOUS cream-based pasta cooked by ron, and his VERY WELL-MARINATED chicken wings tat was cooked to ALMOST perfection by the bbq-ers (the first few got really chao-ta though.. haha)
den it was tok cock time.. haha.. as in pple will try to mingle ard mah.. and i actually spoke to the RF.. not like its the first time or wat, but probably the first time telling her stuff tats more personal.. haha.. yar, not juz those "hi" or "bye" or "yar, going for dinner.. u had urs??" type.. she is really friendly i would say, and pretty motherly at the same time..
den all of a sudden, i missed home.. haha.. sorry, emo abit here..
AND to make things worse, i can feel a headache coming..
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