Gathering with sigmaphi rhythm

So, this shall be the first post, definitely not the last of my wordpress. If you have been thinking what to write in yours, so do I. To get the ball rolling, let me start first with the outing / gathering I had this week with the SIGMAPHIANS RYTHEM. In case you are wondering what was that which I was referring about, it is the group I belonged to during the NPSU FOC 08. 

So, we decided to have a dinner at Al AZHAR near school. After all the delaying and waiting, we managed to squeeze up the packed Transit bus, not mentioning the fact that we missed two other SBS buses. We did have the poor waiter standing at our table for a good whole 5 to 15 minutes due to the distractions-chattering that we were ‘unofficially’ holding, well, minus all the pushing and denials of scandals within the group.

I was having difficulties reading out what I wanted to order in malay, after few failure attempts, I simply completed the ‘Nasi Goreng’ with ‘Pineapple fried rice’. Still quite embarrassed about the fact that I can’t read it properly, despite the fact that my mum was a malaysian(now singaporean) and she knows at the very least the verbal form of Berhasa Melayu. While waiting for our food to come, we inevitably split into smaller talks and gossips(maybe), and I took the chance to find out more about the modules in Film, sound and video course from Maybelle, my group leader, year 2 FSV student.

In the midst of our loud chattering in the kopitiam, our food were dished out one by one, and mine certainly made a grand entrance onto the table. Unlike the rest of my group’s order which came on a plate, mine came in a ‘pineapple shell’. The looks and stares attracted to my food aside, I dug my spoon into the light-golden fried pineapple rice, or if you would prefer to call it Nasi Goreng. Then, I let out a soft shriek, staring quite helplessly at the octupus baby squids, taking them out very cautiously with my fork. Looking at my helpless action, the boys in my group came up with a quick conclusion – I am afraid of squids. I would say in sarcastic tone ” I am very afraid of squids!” Of course, I did not say it (it would be terrible of me to), except some very long-winded explanations which wasn’t taken much notice of – that I am not very afraid of squids-I meant those fried, and cooked ones. They just taste too ‘rubbery’ and chewy to finish. So in conclusion, I just do not like eating them-the squids. I do hate to make a big fuss about food, so normally, I would simply put them by the edge of my plate, and least except a commotion. Other than the ‘wiggly’ things that I detest chewing on, and the green leafy vegetables, I do not have much of a ‘pickiness of food’ problem.  Well, I do have people around me who would pick on most food they are given, and I do understand their stand to a certain level, but personally(no offence) I think one cannot be overly-picky, unless you are pampered, or want to starve to death if there should be a serious shortage of food or war. Enough about the squids, not to mention that I was made fun of the whole night.

Adding onto what I ordered, or majority of my group ordered, we got for ourselves a glass of Milo Dinosaur, of which if I try ordering for one at SYC, they would tell me that the dinosaur had extinct, (which I concluded that it was due to shortage of milo powder). SYC by the way is one of the activity centre I go to for my meetings. 

I must say it was a great time catching up with my group members after the previous gathering with the rest of NPSU FOC 08 at Sentosa. It is a pity that I did not managed to take a picture this time, but here is a copy of one we took at Siloso beach.

Unofficial code of the day: Buy Nestle Mile powder to save the ‘Milo Dinosaurs’, save the ‘Milo dinosaurs’ which human had invented from extinction!