3 alphabets. means so much more.
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flurry of activities. zouk outing with the U4 guys where i accomplished the once-thought unachievable task of falling asleep outside the toilet, behind the washing fountain. how I managed that, i would never know.
but judging from the fact that only 3 hours of rest was available to me from POP till zouk night out, a clue can be derived.
but was fun lah. got to see sides of platoon mates you never thought existed or even remotely possible. like how Bobo was such a hotshot on the dance floor. and an expert grinder to boot. hidden talent, join LIVE THE DREAM dude.
music was pretty good as well. a little veering off the line of mambo, but still made for good boogieing and post-drunk madness. I learnt that Baron's really isn't the beer for me. anytime. tasted rather awful. should have stuck with good ol' Carlsberg.
for some strange reason that puzzles me till this day, the Vodka Lime tasted like ammonia. yes, I know. it didn't exactly taste like lemon sherbet. the ammonia, not the Vodka Lime. don't ask me how that happened.
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chalet+BBQ was FLY as well. FLY, new term imparted to me by kind folks in the make of Darrel & Bobo.
went trigger and tossing happy. Took lotsa shots and dunked lotsa unfortunate dudes into the pool. handphones, wallets and all. no mercy
food was good, but for some reason I never got enough to eat. my appetite's reached monstrous levels since the Army claimed me. I NEED FOOD. FEED ME.
everyone was pretty high and all. point proven on how precious civilian life is to an enlisted solider.
we let the pictures do the talking. HERE.
4:40 PM