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I spent the last 2 days staying over at a friend’s house celebrating Sheldon’s birthday. Yes, that fellow who never gets his blog page done since a few hundred years ago.

These 2 days weren’t spent in vain though, many little things happened and I thought it would be cool to share them. But things don’t always go the way you want them to — devsync.net went down, then Eric informed me that he had somehow lost the photographs we took, and to make things worse, my poor memory had little left of most of the things I felt like sharing… so we’ll see what attempts of memory recollection can recall.

Anyway, no, the server didn’t die. In fact it was the domain that died. Because Eric was away due his trip to Thailand and didn’t do payment for the domain that was expiring. And the only thing I could do was to remind him on the day that he returned, but we were so busy that day and got carried away; only to remember when it was too late. And I couldn’t do payment for him because I didn’t own rights to the top level domain. So that explains why my blog went dead, but don’t worry I’m back now and I’m here to stay for another year till the vicious cycle of forgetting to pay up continues its legacy.

So let’s begin with what comes up in my mind first! These events are arranged in that order, not time of occurance.

Birthday’s resolution

After the 7-hour karaoke session ended at 2AM, we moved on to XY’s house since we decided beforehand that we were going to stay over. So at 2AM, if you don’t own a car or any vehicle, you’re left with 2 choices of transport — cab or walk. Though we drank during the singing session, we were sober enough to pick the former.

Perhaps it was fate that brought us to this cab, parked outside the Cheers at Tampines MRT station (as if) waiting for someone to hail it. As there were 7 of us, we had to split up and I was in this first group of 4 to get into this cab because the second was going to do the shopping for our midnight ration.

And the story begins.

4 good male friends together. And you can’t deny the fact that when such formation happens, any conversation will sooner or later, somehow or another turns lewd. Even in a cab, yes.

So we were asking Sheldon about his birthday resolution. Then we joked about *coughs* Sa.. *coughs*. And more usual lame jokes followed.

Initially we were talking about the kind of girls we really like. Then the topic changed to “Girls don’t like being called ugly or fat” and we agreed. So the driver told us that we should use cute to describe them. Cute can mean adorable, and fat.. or chubby. Or just anything. It’s really just a general term. And he added on that when girls hear that they are cute, they’re somehow happier than hearing fat, chubby, or adorable. We can never understand how girls work, can we?

At a later stage, as our conversation became more and more indecent, the (male) driver suddenly joined in (again) to explain that he had also missed a turn because he was too engrossed in our conversation. LOL! Then he told us about his own 19 year-old resolution, which was also any man’s most dreamed fantasy — to try a hooker in Thailand. Not mine though!

Then as the conversation went on heartily, he mentioned something that made us all think. that a man’s capability is only 5000 shots strong! WTF? And he mentioned that it includes handjobs too, leaving everyone panicking! (Now you know, stop wasting your powers!)

Disclaimer : All right, up to this point if you don’t know what 5000 shots mean and what handjobs are, please do not attempt to find out through your parents or whoever. I’m not responsible if you do so. Not knowing them only means you’re still too young or too naive. Your time to know will eventually come, I promise. But not now and not through me.

The conversation might had ended after we alighted, but we were still talking about it and even went on to count how long the 5000 shots would last if we were to do it once a day… one every 2 days.. weekly.. and so on. Just for the sake of it — we didn’t believe that. Of course.

But that was certainly one hell of a ride in a cab. You don’t get that kind of driver everyday! Argh, should had written down his car plate number for lottery!

Great, that’s as far as my memory serves. ONE item on the list. I don’t think the other events are worth mentioning, unless they’re meant to bore you (even more). Anyway part of the reasons why I can’t remember is due to lack of sleep. No thanks to Nikey(XY’s dog!) which disturbed me while I was trying to sleep with all his lickings and nudgings!

I’ll probably talk more whenmemory relapse happens some day. But I’m really worried that I would eventually forget about having to blog about this when I do remember the events.

Oh well, it ends here then. If I do remember something, it will be a surprise post related to this. And this explains why this post relates a unspoken series of fortunate events.