21st Birthday.
Friday started off like every other day for the past 3 weeks. Woke up at 5.30, exercised at 5.45, ate breakfast at 6 and smoked till 7.
Santos bailed from yet another duty so just wanting to make the time pass faster, I took up his slack. Had a good smoke at Rocky Hill where we set up camp. Chatted with Jan about life and before we knew it, our CSM was barelling down the road, in the wrong gear nonetheless, and bitching about the location of the water point.
Being the laojiao that I am, the next 8 hours passed by very quickly.
Had a good birthday bash from the guys after dinner (where they throw all sorts of rubbish at you from camo cream to milo powder to ribena). Some ass threw fucking detergent down my pants, provided by the not-my-fren-anymore 'firhan'. Ass. Chased a few of them down the corridor before rubbing my filthy arms over Section 3's windows. haha.
It took me a good half hour to wash off everything and a few more hours for the minty sensation on my member to subside.
Fell in at about 7ish for book out. Reached in my field pack to switch my spectacles and ended up slicing my left pinky on the uncovered Gillette Fusion razor blade I had put inside. Bled quite a fair bit from that. My pinky's still somewhat swollen by the way.
It was beginning to look like my birthday in 2006 so I had a good smoke on the ferry to calm my nerves.
Went home with Syed, bought him a Mocha Frap and smoked and talked about life in general. Reached home at about 9 and texted Mich to tell her I was too knackered to meet up with her. Went to sleep at 9.30 and woke up at around 9am the next day, hugging my bolster nonetheless. Worked on Azul from then on till about 5ish. Got rdy to go out and well, headed out. Minus smokes.
I've always been one who hates celebrating my birthday. 21st or not. I hate being in the spotlight when I don't want to be in it. That being said, I do occasionally enjoy stealing the spotlight. haha. I just don't like people to be scrutinising me in my ordinary disposition.
Dad bought me a limited edition F2002 model set. Number 2510(25th Oct) out of 5555. It was unsigned unfortunately because despite his meeting both Massa and Kimi, they were not allowed to sign stuff.
Ate a $60 buffet at Royal Park @ Scotts with the family but didn't stuff myself because for some reason, I was already stuffed.
Left at about 8 to meet hansel to get inked. Well actually, to get sprayed. Airbrushed to be exact. I had always wanted to see what the alternatives looked like. It looked nice but was nothing like the real thing.
The entire process was over pretty fast and I found myself texting my dad to see if he was still in the area to give me a lift, which he was. Dropped me off at Double 0 - which my dad swore was near the old Madam Wong's which made me wonder what he was like when he was younger.
Met Jeremy, his bro and his gay partner (so he says) almost as soon as I had stepped out of the car. Chatted for a bit then quickly queued up behind the fast growing line. Then James popped out of nowhere and we queued together. Yea. Fun stuff. lol
Did the usual entry-exit at O-Bar and had a quick smoke which is when Mich and Sophie popped out of nowhere and joined in the Global Warming contest.
Queued up again after that and in keeping with the theme that evening, Kyle too popped out of nowhere. I swear, I must have been fucking blur at that point in time because I seriously did not see any of them coming.
Hana S., Khairiyah and Sophia
Mich (behind my elbow), Kenneth (behind my big biceps) and meAnyways, the rest started showing up soon after. Saw (2lt) Alvin at the place and he bought me a jug of something. Nice guy. Started doing shots with Khai, Wan and intermittently with some of the other guys.
Went for a smoke after about the 7th shot with Wan and Khai. Laughed our asses off at Wan who was laughing uncontrollably for some reason. Came back and was forced to take about another 3 or 4 shots. That was when I felt like eating steak. Mostly because the now semi regurgitated steak was tantalising my taste buds. mmm. Steak. Thought about it a little more, turned to the right and boom. I exploded. Having a slight flu and a chest infection and doing shit like this was probably not a good thing.
Me and (CPL) James
Wan, Khairul and meBen and Ash popped by somewhere around 12. Champagne was opened and I took a sip before handing it to Ben cuz I was seriously not feeling it. Ben then disappeared somewhere around 12:01. The ass.
Joline J (Facebook acquaintance and Khairiyah's member)Stoned for a bit more and took some photos with the guys, taken by some Ang Mo girl from the next table WHO STILL HAS NOT SENT ME THE PHOTOS. The bitch. lol
Laughed at Kyle who was lying down on the chair in a fashion similar to a person who had been dead for a significant period of time.
About half an hour later, Mich stumbled to the couch and dragged me out to the floor again. Happened to be at the spot where Khairiyah, Siddig and Joline were dancing. I don't really remember much on that. Mainly that me and mich were sort of dancing up the wall and after something I said, she gave me a quick peck on the lips. I cannot recall what I said.
Seeing the other 3 girls were dancing by themselves, Mich asked me to dance with them which I did as she went off to dance with her lover for the night. Danced with Joline for a bit but she was frigid, or possibly turned off by the fact that I could still have had bile on me (which I didn't). So moved to Siddig who faced me but quickly pointed out that she doesn't like to grind guys. So, ok. Danced for like a few minutes before getting bored and went back for a smoke before heading back to the table.
By now, Wan was puking in a jug and staring at the contents intently. He was seriously past it. Stoned on the couch even more before hearing a song I really liked and ran to the dancefloor to find my kaki but they were not there so I went back and stoned till closing time - which was not long, taking a few sips of whatever was left as the time passed.
Closing time arrived at 3.40 instead of 4 and soon we were all headed off. Found that my present from Mich had been stolen. Bastards.
Stupidly asked the bounced to give me a call if he found my shades and the present to which he agreed before walking off. By now I was sober enough to know that I hadn't even given him my number yet. The fucker.
The rest of us headed down and stoned near a deserted road. Kyle who woke up the moment the music stopped had disappeared in spite of himself.
Walked all the way to a not so nearby macdonalds. Khai was spotted by a fucking ugly transvestite who started yelling out to him, calling him chubby and stuff. Wan who was still pretty cranky and ticklish began talking about yanking the lampost out of the ground and using it to hit the tranny.
Queued up at Mac with Wan grumbling all the way about the counter staff being too slow for their own good, and Khai and me laughing our asses off. Mich and her lover for the night had gone to 7eleven, probably to make out. Ken and Decay were already seated at the table.
The usual stuff happened after that except that Ming called Mich to say he was coming to pick her up. That left Ken in a bind because he was the only one staying in the west.
That pretty much concluded my 21st birthday. It was nothing like Jac's birthday, the one where her dad, my uncle, rented a friggin huge bungalow and invited the minister of defence down. Pretty boring by activity's standards, but it was enough for me to have some good friends there.
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I'm one of the last of an era. One of the last few hundred still active NSFs who have been trained in both the M16 as well as the Sar21. I'm one of the last few born in the year 1987, the last year to not have a recurring number in the numerics of the year. (1989 has 2 nines, 1990 has 2 nines, etc)
