A concise update on what's been happening in the most accessible language in the shortest time before my flight.

" Goh's brother is drop dead gorgeous can... 1.8 m tall, looks like Vic Zhou and studies opera in Russia. Met him at Goh's birthday party. He said," Is this your drink or mine?", " Why don't we talk inside the room." I said(wanted)
3 robbers swam to tekong, i'm suppose to catch them, spent fucking 3 days on the island ,caught nothing but mosquitoes, disturbed a horde of wild boars. fucking bravo coy loose a mag of live rounds somemore, must stay back and search for that careless bugger.
watched "my girl", thai show, freaking nice, made me almost want to cry can..
bloody armskote man injured his leg than cannot go to taiwan, i have to do everything and go chiong at the same time. fuck up deal.
watched "spilt personality" a comedy show which no one laughs and half of the audience left during the show. that trash cost me 36 dollars can. fucking waste of time.
bought flowers for the first time
wore banadana through out the week cause i'm bald. i freaked dad out. dad thought i'm gay."

enjoy yourself people, i will be spending the next 5 weeks in Taiwan. i'm not there to ease the political tension. i'm there to shop after enduring an antagonising training exercise. msg me if you need anything.

Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter
Resonating above the mindless chatter
You think the rain is coming to a halt
Finally….
But not!
---- me

Rain, rain go away, come again another day,
The little children has gone astray
Smoking their lungs out by the ashtray

---- me

13 March 2004

My day’s adventure started just when the sun decided to descend beyond the horizon for its nightly slumber. Perhaps it’s the night that life’s little mischief loves to loiter. I found myself trapped in downtown east by the evening rain, which threatens to ruin my painstakingly styled hair.
If you are going to talk about vain, then you are talking about me. Not that I am proud of being vain, I just get carried away in the mirror.
I was there to attend a friend’s birthday chalet. I was her OGL when we were in jc and it had been 2 years since we last met. I was glad that our friendship remained as before and she did not changed a bit.
Besides getting to know her better, I also managed to know more people and had very memorable conversations.

That was not the adventure.

I did lament about my dying interest for clubbing but since that Saturday was the birthday of my 2 camp mates (Vincent and XQ) I had no intentions of hiding my enthusiasm for liquor and music that night. As usual the ever-energetic Benjamin was persistent that we hit the dance floor the moment we entered our usual haunt “dbl o”. I was going through the usual speech telling him that I still need a drink or 2 before being at ease humiliating myself with wannabe dance moves. Eventually, we started grooving to the beat.

That was not the adventure yet.

A clique of girls who was interested in Benny approached him and asked if they could join us. They eventually drank with us and one of them actually started dancing with Benjamin.
They got so intimate I almost thought they were eating each other. I left them to discover each other while I head back for a drink with the gang only to find birthday boy Vincent dead drunk on the stool with drool. He was quite lively the last time my friends saw him as they said he was throwing glasses and shouting at everyone.
The music ended so did the celebration and we head home.

That was no adventure.

However, we did not head home. Vincent was so drunk he could not stop puking. I thought, “ There goes all the money.Into the drain literally.”

He was shivering in a corner while we were deciding where to eat.

He was shivering violently when we finally decided where to eat.

It was so violent that we went to the hospital instead. Benny and I took off our clothes and covered the now semi conscious Vincent while Kevin’s BMW bolted towards Singapore General Hospital. I was trying to talk him around while massaging him and the atmosphere intensified.
A friendly staff came and wheeled him into the treatment room when we finally arrived and we accompanied him and told the head nurse the entire story.
I did not include all those crap about mirror, chalet and Benjamin making out with a girl of course and Kevin settled administrative matters.
We went to the waiting room and saw the casualties of a gang fight at Doby Gaut earlier on which was a bloody sight (pun not intended) A few hunky dark skinned guys walking half naked in the room looking as if they had just led a revolution.
When some smart bugger in our group decided to call and inform Vincent’s household about this, we discovered that his hand phone was taken by the guy that wheeled him in. cunning son of a b**ch!
The staff could not tell who he was and we made a police report immediately.
The police officer and staff were hardly helpful in locating the culprit, which pisses the hell out of me. In the end, we resigned to the fate that the phone’s missing and Vincent needs rest.
Before making our way to Kevin’s car, the gang that got into the fight actually thought we were part of their crusade in town earlier and bid us farewell. The breakfast at Chinatown was refreshing and I still attended church 5 hours later.

Keeping awake during the bus journey back home was an adventure.

I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing to do with it. It is never of any use to oneself.

--- Oscar Wilde

A fashion is merely a form of ugliness so unbearable that we are compelled to alter it every six months.

--- Oscar Wilde again