Class Outing

Today we went for the most hilarious class outing I have ever had. The long-awaited night of revelry almost filled everyone with unspeakable joy and indulged us with the best party packages one can ever think of. Here I want to give a special thank-you to dear Valerie Tjota, my first desk-mate in Singapore and one of the most comical person in my class who cheers everyone up with her sanguine disposition while remaining calm and reasonable at critical moments:)

Thank you for giving us such a wonderful night, and thank your whole family for the planning as well as the organising work done for the success of the party. Finally, I want to thank all the participants of 302 who gathered together on this memorable night and made this gathering a hilarious one. I should appreciate the joy brought by you, shared with you, and treasured among us.

One of the highlights of the night is the arrival of Mrs Sabar. To pay a tribute for her and her family's participation, we lined up in two rows like trees by the lane to "greet" her in an unsuitably "formal" way. That really would have got the expected amusing effect were it not for some friends bursting into a laughter at the very moment Mrs Sabar rolled the prim into the pavillion.

Inside the prim was his latest-born son Shukry Auzan bin Sabarrudin with big bright eyes and a chubby face. I played with the baby for quite a while when his brother was engaged in the "fighting" with some boys. Shukry's brother looks adorable at the first sight with his charming big eyes and dolly, curly hair. The little charming boy also has an air of cunningness and childlike belligerence which makes people roll on their backs. While we were playing the hilarious game "charades", he made a big scene by wrestling with Xian Zheng and throwing one of his slippers onto the table. We were all impressed by his energy, though personally I doubt with a grain of guilt whether my sister and I used to "wrestle" like that when we were barely weaned. It is not hard to imagine the difficulty for my mum to handle two children at the same time while keeping an eye on our unexpected acts of "childhood cunningness".

Another highlight of the day was the game, "Passing the Castle". There is not much difference between the game and the traditional Chinese one called "hitting the drum and passing the flower", though the Chinese version sounds more romantic yet less exciting. Bee Leng actually made adjustments to the original game that every forfeit became unexpecting and funny at the same time. Some great minds even came up with the great idea of "painting graffiti on human faces with a lipstick". This made it more like a movie scene. The idea was endearing, though.

Finally came the time to celebrate Valerie's birthday. We all sang the birthday song for the birthday girl as she made a wish and blew the candles. The heartwarming moment climaxize the whole party as the lights went out and lit up again...

Still immersing in the mood of the hilarious party with some jovial friends, I wish our bonding will get stronger and stronger as time slips by, as years pass by and we finally come to a time to say goodbye, to recollect the old times, which will have become "old, good times".