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20061126
09:51
this entry supposed to be published earlier, but i'm juz too tired after tt nite of partying. it went like this... ...
before clubbing, i went down to suntec to collect my marathon race pack, collected for ah zhan oso. when i was at suntec, i see so many pple carrying the race pack. u'll noe it coz the logo is printed on it lah. and the standard chartered colour scheme bag... so obvious. it seems like the whole singapore is running sia... everyone carrying the bag. then i realize actually there's a 10km race oso. so not all running 42km lah.. not everyone crazy like me. nv train still go for 42km. maybe ah zhan and leslie r the next 2 crazy peeps. juz whack only.
i arranged to meet titi outside mos at 10.30pm. but due to my lack of sleep, i slept a bit and woke up late, ended up outside mos at ard 11pm. and i saw a whole group of our course mates. all familiar faces, but less titi. the birthday ger then came some time later. we went into smoove, where she had booked 2 tables. 2 tables seemed a lot but looking at the big group we have, it ain't enough. 3 bottles of martell and 1 bottle of vladivier vodka... 'v' something lah... that's our poison for the night. so we drink and dance... switching between arena and smoove. long time since i club with such a big group.
after some dancing, i decided to treat titi to one flaming lamborghini, the standard birthday drink. the server wasn't experienced... so he had some... actually a lot of difficulty in lighting up the flame. titi drank first, with the flame... and i drank without the flame. so sad. after that flaming, shelvy sent titi home. she's drunk. i stayed. with some other guys whom i'm not vv familiar with. but heck. we started drinking martell right from the bottle. crazy! then we realized the cake wasn't cut. so... i took the initiative to cut it for those who were there. dun waste food mah... so eat lor.
it was 5 and the club lights were on. time to go. one of those 'new friends' happened to be drunk. drunk from drinking martell striaght from the bottle. his friend some how disappear when we went out of the club. so... i'm like the only guy there to take care of him. my retribution lah... tt time bother titi and ernie, now my turn to be bothered. but i dun he puked as much as i did. so not that bad lah. luckily he stay in toa payoh, in the same direction. heng ah~
by the time i reached yishun, i ta pao my fav economic fried mee and a cup of tau huay zui. went home had breakfast and knocked out. all the way. all the way. till it was the eleventh hour to get ready for work.
to rest is to prepare for the long journey ahead.
i foresee the time extension ahead of me.
-redfox & drunkard lived again-
just me
dreamer.dancer.runner.fighter.designer
in my life -
wushu.run.swim
dance.clubbing
design.fashion
all beautiful beings
andy lau.mayday
eminem.bruce lee
drums.hip-hop.parkour
onitsuka tiger.photoshop
vespa.R1.hayabusa
out of my way -
unnecessary theories
complicated systems
working for money
under construction-
class 2b license
2008 standard chartered singapore marathon
spl_urges-
vespa scooter
new digital camera
martell cordon bleu
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