DRINK, DRANK, DRUNK.
three to sum up a miserable night out.
well, it was JY's birthday and the lot of us decided to troop down to MOS to celebrate in style. well, we did celebrate and boy, did we celebrate. but unfortunately it was all a little too much for poor me.
1st mistake of the night: i drank on an empty stomach.
2nd mistake of the night :
entered club and encountered Darren. made me down a whole glass of Chivas. undiluted. not bad, it actually set me in the mood for partying, but the warning bells were already ringing and being in a heck care hang loose mood, i foolishly ignored them. bad decision.
night went on and i can vaguely remember:
3rd mistake of the night: downing more and more glasses of poison. each time with lesser and lesser mixers and it actually felt great to lose yourself to the booze and music. but i didn't put a stop to that.
4th mistake of the night: i continued drinking more.
and then i remembered myself at the toilet. slumped and out puking. i must have spent ages in the cubicle because one of their staff came in to check on me. picked up and proceeded up the hallway and squatted there to people watch. not very successful i must say when you can barely walk and open your eyes.
then melissa appeared in front of me. i had no idea how that was possible, but i opened my eyes and she was there. followed out to meet shandy's mates. and in my drunken stupor state i introduced myself to the wrong people. shandy was standing beside this bunch of guys and i immediately proceeded to introduce myself. then she said those weren't her friends. DAMN. HAHAHA.
more puking ensued at the toilet outside MOS. and then more puking. must have regurgitated my guts out. felt genuinely horrible. the last time i can remember getting so wasted was after sec 4. vowed never to land myself in such a pathetic state again. well, didn't work out.
stupid man.
mel appeared again and dragged me off to Liang's McDonalds ranting all the way. must have cut a menacing figure. embarrassing i think to be scolded all the while. i remembered nodding my head in agreement to everything she said. JY and guys were already at Macs. started talking and sobering and it got really bad cos you know what to expect once wasted people get sober.
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hit home at 5.30am and immediately proceeded to wash up and head down to Paya Lebar Airbase for the National Runway Challenge 2007. overslept on the 900. overslept on the 966. both times i had to get down and walk 1.5km back to where i wanted to end up. was late and Victor left my ticket behind a stack of feedback forms at the station. i felt like i was doing some recon work and retrieving a dead drop for further instructions.
the event was pretty cool though. there was this guy trying desperately to stifle a hangover and maintain consciousness while steering his bike at breakneck speed down the runway. it must have been difficult cos he crashed and burned twice along the route and ended up with multiple injuries.
1st crash: turned back to signal to his friend and the next thing he knew, a metal heavy divider was in collision course 2 metres away. whammed straight into it while accelerating. injuries on limbs.
2nd crash: was following behind his friend when his front and friend's rear tires impacted. threw him off his bike. injuries to shoulders.
rest of event was pretty uh... uneventful. puked more after completion of the run. was a combination of the hot sun and impending hangover. severely dehydrated and any water taken in was promptly ejected via a high tech output mechanism in exactly 3.156 minutes after reception. thank God for sport drinks though. downed one and felt mighty better, but still sick enough to put everyone off.
hit home, bathed and slept. woke at 8pm. bio clock screwed again. oh God why.
9:04 PM