in classic singaporean kiasu-ness, and with the recent spate of PMS-ing weather going from sunny to rainy then to rainy AND sunny, i decided to bring more underwear into camp i run out of fresh underwear. and as a contingency, i brought even more underwear in case in some freak occurance some underwear goes missing. and for the final nail in the coffin, i thought 'what the hell' and just packed in even more underwear.

and so now its the weekend and i'm back and home and i'm feeling great, except for the fact that i have no underwear to wear.

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last night the rj fuckers came over to do what we do best, which is to drink, and now smoking has been added to our list of talents. as usual, jlum was his camel self and downed whiskey after vodka after whiskey and still was sober enough to tend to the drunkards.

in classic scholarly logic, since most of them had to be home early for various commitments they had the next morning, we hit the 'fast forward' button on the night and by 930 isaac was already stoned and tzi spouting shit out of his mouth like the foul bastard he is. panadol and alcohol is not the magic stoner combination we thought it was. quote of the night? courtesy tzi- 'YOU SACK OF TITTTIESS! SACK'A TITSSSS!!!!'

isaac hurled like out of the exorcist and my ash tray was totally pack full of cigarette butts. sure signs of a killer night.