WHERE'S MY CRACK?My Christmas Eve and Christmas 2007 was spent with Jed. We had the best time ever in a long long time. Of course, since Singapore is so anal about having their NS men book in again on CHRISTMAS FUCKING NIGHT, Jed had to go defend Singapore in Tekong again.
AND ON CHRISTMAS NIGHT TOO.
At least I managed to snag some pictures of my army boy before he left.
I got fucking high on Christmas Eve. Jed said he thought I was a level 8, but I debated with him and insisted I was around 7 or 6.5. Or something. I'm not sure if he even said it but I vaguely remember him commenting about how 'not-bad'a drinker I am, and he ranks me between Thad and Kah Wei. I don't know but if he didn't say this, my brain must be pretty random.
But I was still sane considering I downed 8 full shots - first 5 at one go, the rest staggered. We watched Good Luck Chuck whilst drinking but we paused the movie. I knew I wasn't drunk when I could tell him the next morning we stopped the movie at 21:36.
See? I can still remember.
I did something funny when he slept. Too bad he didn't stay awake long enough to witness it.
I had a lot of fun. I missed him, and he loved loved loved my present so I'm happy.
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You know, I am beginning to like Clarke Quay again. It's beautiful in the evening.
