I can't even remember what day it is anymore.

The past week was crazy.
So much shit to name.

I drank like 17 cans of Asahi beer one night and came home around 12am feeling retarded. Shu Feng, Justin and Gary happened to be around the area and called me to ask where Kovan Court is. Hmmm.. it sounded really familiar at that moment but I couldn't picture the place.
So they wandered around the estate for like 3 hours before Justin rang me up at 2.30am before proceeding to scream at me.
"YOU ASSHOLE. KOVAN COURT IS OPPOSITE YOUR HOUSE LA."
Nice one la Tedmond! thats what 17 cans of beer can do to you.

Then there was Justin's BBQ last week, yet again i can't remember the date. Everything is in a blur. I brought along a bottle of Jack Daniel's and "shared" it with everyone... actually I drank like 60-70% of it. Then I started feeling numb again, however it was still under control. We proceeded to dump Justin in the pond, then tried to taupok him. However, by some unfortunate twist of fate, Gary who tackled Justin, bumped his head on the floor and had some deep gash on his head and required stitches so half the party accompanied him to the hospital. I layed in the pavillion for like 10 mins before my stomach began to churn and then i puked a little.
Then Terence got drunk on like half a bottle of Glen's and a little bit of JD. (GG him). He puked in the pavillion and me being pissed off with him once again because he got drunk outside someones house and treating everyone like maids, I refused to help him. I guess i kind of pissed some people off that night but whatever, its my personal belief that if you're gonna get wasted without any form of shelter, you better not cause any trouble. He puked more and climbed across the railing to go to the pool, jumped in and then puked again. Fast forward all this shit and we were in Justin's apartment sleeping over. Hilarious stuff such as Justin taking his foam stick and twirling it around his head yelling, "HOWL! ZA-BIII-MAA-RUUU!!" and hitting everyone on their heads.

2 days ago hung out as ZiXiong's place for gaming/drinking night. Played Indian Poker again, only fell for their tricks once and drank a little. Then they played some reinvented blackjack game, where 4 cards are placed on the table and you can use multiplication division addition subtraction to form 21 with the 4 cards. Last person to solve it can accuse anyone to see if they really know the answer or was faking it. Overall loser was me and I drank like half a bottle of black label and a few shots of my own gold label. Since this was my 2nd anti-sleep night, I was close to being knocked out. Clambered back into ZX's room to game a few rounds of troll, after awhile I collapsed on his bed and started laughing uncontrallably. Then they started to hit me and stuff like that but I couldn't feel anything anyway. Then I knocked out and woke up the next day with a churning stomach again.

Peace out, I'm going out. No more time to post more stuff.