first of all, i'd just like to start off by saying that i had one of the best nights ever. it's partly due to the fact that i really got genuinely, but not literally, touched. i hate to start with a sombre, serious, teary-eyed message, like i've been given a notice by my doctor of how long i'm going to live. no no no, none of that, but, still you never when you gonna die. this is starting to sound more serious and sad than it already is. back to the main point. gathering around a group of what i used to call my colleagues, i held back all i could as much as i could when showered with a surprise. speechless. caught short of words. just really, i was so damn touched.

i dunno how to explain it. maybe i should share a bit of light why i get touched by the littlest of things. i wasn't particularly showered with true care by another group other than my own family. could be due to the fact that i got pushed away by the people that i care about, or push away the people who do care. i always had this fear of getting close to a particular group, because saying goodbye on happy terms, is just so damn freaking hard. at one point, my fear got over me and i stayed anti-social for a while. okay, not that drastic actually. but still. and then to have the fact now, that such things like yesterday had happened and possibly more in the future, i just wonder how it'd be like when i finally hand in my resignation and say 'peace out' to a great bunch of people. thus why the reason i always hate to say a proper goodbye. but why am i getting so pointlessly melodramatic about something. actually, i am pretty melodramatic. can't help it. people always assume i have a joyful, painless, happy-go-lucky life with a non-serious attitude and a tendency to be the class joker. well, if you look at most of the 'clowns' n history, you will realised about how messed up their lives are and how frustrated they are at society.

but that's another story, for another day.

so the chalet yesterday, besides the whole heart-warming issue, played numerous games of which involved some sick form of punishment. and when i say sick, read 'fun'. drinking a shot was the most common for the meantime til the idea of adopting the classic forfeit system. so then began the madness of doing completely random forfeits. and as the games carried on, so did the drinks. shot after shot. with everyone under the influence, all actions were then caught on camera to last forever, to completely fixate itself as a tool of humiliation. and might i say, it is a very good tool. thought some of the stunts that we had to pull had to be toned down (to my disappointment), it was still an overall success. which prompted me in declaring (i remember this clearly, but though to my own detriment i guess to a certain extent) that the next chalet should be 2 months later and yours truly will foot it. well, 2 months, enough time i guess.

they say you keep learning in life. what i learnt from this chalet is what i found out about myself when i find myself being a little too liberal with the alcohol speed pourer. i happened to speak mandarin for some reason, for one. that's clearly weird. and then never allow me to hold a phone in one of my hand while my other hand is being used to stabilise myself, for as that is when the drunk-dialing madness will ensue cause a stir of confusion, humiliation and degradation of mankind on a whole. everyone gets a little hopeless and helpless and uncontrollable under the influence, and i'm one of them. and another thing i've learnt that indians do have a high alcohol tolerance level. but of course, it has to come with practice as well.

so any resolutions for my 21st? i guess one of the most prominent on my list is to get back in fitness shape and start training, without giving excuses (bring on the nike advertisements). gotta hit the track, lift the weights and down more proteins. well, not really. just eat a lot of steak and be prepared to suffer in hell when i eventually succumb to death's evil grip. and also another thing that i hope to achieve is a gold for my napfa test. yeah, gotta ace that shit. and i've gotta live by as much as i can to get through my poly life. and get a new wardrobe. and get a girl.

yeah, and i still haven't forgotten her. maybe that should be number one on my list.

what more can i say from here. guess this is the end of this post for as i find no other worthy notable mentions to include. so i guess i shall remember to post regularly as well. alright, i shall take my leave now, head to the dentist and demand them to remove my braces, for i have forgotten how i look like without them.