- SLE towards TPE -

someone behind, "ey, we go chalet do what ah?"
peter, "duno leh."
me, "ya, i also duno, bbq mah."
someone behind, "wah lau, you lah, so early meet for what?"
.... "for what."
gosh, in trying to be on time to get the guys ready, i TOTALLY forgot to bring his gift out man..
man, its a surprise a blur cock like me didnt get myself or someone killed in camp sia.. =|

well well, baolai being supremely understanding that night, never skewered me with the satay stick. hahah, yes, speaking of the gift, i have to bring it out later while meeting the guys for ping pong man. LOL
chalet was alright, alot of friends from his work place and jc whom i dont know but surprisingly, i saw nelson penging satay.. kinda been a while since someone called me 'my kong' anymore.. what a small world eh.

the night was fun, with the usual bapoks at changi v. , the old favourite of the chicken chop hor fun, the rush to put parking coupons before the attendant came and yes, winning eleven!
haha daidee was definitely fun and indian poker, some people just cant be trusted hmm. hahah

no idea why, morning at changi v brought back many memories of bmt.
"hurry up, you're not dying." "open ur steps" "ey, you better fucking dont give up."
"you dying soon isit?" "later we sort it out ok?"
while the chest feels tight and each gulp of air feels insufficient and burns.

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still it was a fun experience, hope i'd get to meet up with the old guard again..
and yes, i lied. i have questions to ask.