I worked at Accenture Australia for a year before moving on to become the Chief Timetable Systems Analyst Product Architect (totally not a made up position by the way. #sarcasm) at Monash Uni and it’s fair to say I’ve met some of my best mates during my time at Accenture.

Our friendship was cemented on the 17th floor office space at Melbourne Central Tower close to 6 years ago and even though now that everyone has moved on from our initial dwellings, there seemed to be an unexplainable sense of brotherhood between the four of us.

There’s Joey, the talented Italian and token white guy in a group of Asians. He has won one too many dancing trophies and got shot down by Guy Sebastian at his recent X Factor audition (another post coming up about this).

Jason, the smart Malaysian guy who still calls himself an Aussie PR after living in Melbourne and now Sydney all his life. His favourite past times include sending the group random photos of topless women he found on the internet at the crack of dawn every other morning.

Sonti, the Laotian guy with an Italian girlfriend. I roped Sonti from Accenture a year ago to work at Monash and see him on a daily basis. Our office has became a battleground for our FIFA 12 skills.

And then there’s me. The fobbish sounding Singaporean guy with a knack for coming into work late all the time and acting as if nothing happened.

It’s amazing that even though we only catch up once probably every 1-2 years(except for Sonti and I), we made sure that we stayed in contact literally everyday via Whatsapp, Google chat, Twitter, Facebook and emails discussing about the most frivolous topics ever. In fact, I was trying to find a group picture of four of us and I realized we don’t have one…. #horror.

The best thing we’ve ever done together as a group in my mind was to create a bunch of fictional words to replace body parts so that we could openly discuss about the dirtiest, most perverted things our minds could conjure up and the hot chick sitting next to us would have no idea we were talking about her bingies.

That’s right. Her bingies. That’s the word we use to replace the word “breasts”. In fact these are the most commonly used ones in our conversations:

We’re so comfortable with these words that we don’t even bat an eyelid when using them in our daily conversations and it amuses me to no end that we’re all men in their late twenties having our own secret language.

Jase is getting married in 2 weeks time and it’s kind of sad that we couldn’t be at his wedding in Bali but I definitely wish Big O and him all the best and hopefully we all get to meet her soon. I love these boys and hopefully we’ll all move into the four Victorian town houses on #TheBlock in South Melbourne and have more shenanigans to come.

Pingie bros!