The night of the 25th was a reunion of sorts amongst the old Training Branch. ATCO, Data Spec,FOE Spec and OPS Spec met up for reunion dinner at Swensen's and then proceeded to Prinsep Street for Martell and Seesha. It's too bad the reunion was so short and Kelvin had to fly back to Hong Kong and then the U.S. We'll meet up soon in April, for the summer holidays and head to Zouk! I'll organize. What's new? :)
26 December is my birthday. I received birthday wishes from several people at the stroke of midnight of the 26th and had a toast with the old Training Branch. I'm amazed that people actually remember my birthday and more so, to message me right at midnight. Thanks to all of you. You really made my day.
"Cake cutting in the afternoon followed by lunch at The Straits Kitchen, Hyatt hotel"
"I love roast duck. What is better than a roast duck drumstick? Un-limited roast duck drumstick. That's what they offer at the Straits Kitchen"
"A beautiful piece of hard work"
The Black Pyramid was given to me by someone precious. Thank you so much for all the hard work, critical thinking and of course money, that you have put in to make the present for me. There were six hand-made roses in the box with a seventh at the pyramid's tip. Red roses all. I really appreciate it and will remember your present for a long long time. May luck, patience and understanding see us through together.
"Six roses covering, the navy blue Calvin Klein singlet and the customised brownie"
Headed to Zouk with the two jocks of the Ritz Carlton night. Thank you, for the beautiful black Nike messenger/ gym bag you selected for me. I appreciate it, the champagne and of course the flaming Lamborghini!
Well this is nothing to boast about but I had the 2nd most drunk experience in my life, this birthday night. Wait, correction: I think this is the most drunk I got. Puking, 40 push-ups outside Zouk, memory lapses after Phuture (did I drink? what did I drink?), sitting by the road, flirting with the taxi-driver till he giggled at me, unachievable-when-sane body contortions and an inexplicable inability to feel whatever was happening later. And to top it all off, calling out the wrong name. Gosh, what a shocker. Really I still can't believe it.
Thankfully, you were there to help look after me. Granted, you took pictures of my wasted face that should never be shown to others but that's not the point. I know it was hard. Thanks for helping me. I'll remember. I always do.
Thanks to Jane as well. For the first time, I got more drunk than you. Guess it was the add-up of four nights of straight drinking combusting with the lethal mixture at Zouk.
But it was fun.
I should do it again next year :)
