O.M.G.........

..."we're back again."

A very embarrassing topic which got SR, SQ and myself doubling up in laughter in our last get-together.

It was meant to be a touch-&-go topic, thanking inwardly that handphone technology wasn’t that advanced then to capture our potential-blackmail-dance-performance-in-years-to-come. Our copied lame dance moves from the above video (Shoulder shrugs? Horrors.), and lamer get-ups with a bandaged right hand. That memory - Pushing back tables and chairs after classes - rehearsing and rehearsing and rehearsing. We enjoyed it.

And then SQ put this video up on her blog, and there I was, guffawing by myself in the middle of the night. Slightly 10 over years ago, and hm, not so much in fashion anymore.

Led me to reminiscing (though reminiscing does not seem to be the right word in this aspect because I can't find embarrassment in the definition of reminisce. Haha!). Thought about how Jo and I spent on tonnes of celebrity/thrash magazines, as long as BSB was on the cover, even though they may have only taken up 1/30 of a page in the entire magazine. We actually guiltily counted the number of magazines and multiplied them by their costs in later years - that money could have taken us ¼ way to America. And then throwing those magazines out when we finally grew out of it. Mum definitely raised her eyebrows, but she couldn’t tell BSB from Spice Girls. Remembering Jo’s MTV fantasies. Remembering me cooing about KF’s thick eyebrows which took ¾ portion of his face and the stifled scream when KF poured bottled water over his head after some workout in some MTV (what was the HECK with me). Recounting me poring over the magazines with SQ and SR in school and talking about BSB as if they were the boys next class. And then, the present me shuddered as if I needed to pee 3 hours ago.

Raging hormones did all that?