Yo yo yo!

This going to be an exhausting two months (or however long it is).

I have to say, everyone from my promotion said that you became a lot closer in Singapore. How the fuck is that possible???? Everyone’s always in other countries, and there are none of the regular parties (Fleury, LVM, Le Viv etc.) that keep people interacting and mixing. I met zillions of P1s in FBL-in fact, I would say that I hung out with them as much if not more than P3’s (when those were applicable descriptions)…granted, there only 4 P3s in the Bleau.

Here, had I not sent out my quasi-desperate arrival email and been rescued by Helene and Ronald and whisked away to the P1 Sentosa jammy jam, I don’t know if I would have met more than 2 or 3. And even the ones I met I never see, except this really tall nerdy one who’s always in the library.

This is long overdue, but as application season gets into full swing, I need to post an email Udi sent me a while ago, which highlights an important thing that many people seem unaware of.

“Up to a few years ago, there used to be a bell on the wall next to the bar (in Fbl).
The tradition was that if you'd get a ding *(meaning a rejection) from a recruiter, you'd go into the bar, ring the bell, and the person closest to you had to buy you a beer. Now that we're more than half way thru, we need to think about our legacy...”

I’ve noticed a gong by the bar here in SGP, which I can only assume is the bell’s Asian counterpart.

Well, just to get the ball rolling, since I missed my chance to bang the gong, that Fellowship I told you about? Not happening. DOOOOOOOOOOONG! You may now all buy me a drink.