Rejuvenating.

Beer rejuvenates me. It all started at Balaclava. Two pints of Hoegaarden to warm up before the actual Exercise Lim Jiu at Bedok 85.

I was freaking tired, really, before I started drinking. When the first sip of the golden juice wetted my dry, cold lips, I feel an unknown power flowing inside me. This is real, not fictitious.

And ended up with 8 bottles of Tiger at 85 with Jimbi. Eric and Debbie ain't drinking. So yah.

I feel like a pig for eating so much just now. Look at my MSN nick.

After the rejuvenation comes the intoxication. 'Nuff said.

But I wasn't drunk if you people are thinking I am. If not this post wouldn't come into existence even.

I just tried on my New Year clothes. I think I look funny in them.

Laugh people, laugh!

Oh that was so Rozi.

But anyway, I have to rest now. Why, you may ask.

Because I am tired lah you dumbo!

Good night people.

p.s. Anqi, i love you. Hur hur hur.