December 26, 2009

Singapura

I just had a "drinking session" with my cousin. There was no Bombay Sapphire Gin in sight, nor beer or, for that matter, any of those beverage that can inhibit your better judgment. But it felt like we were drinking. And I got drunk. From personal stories of past's undertakings, this year's triumphs and future plans. This is the closest I've felt with my pinsan.

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