last night was a beautiful night with a near full moon. there was so much laughter and good wishes whizzing around the mess; the atmosphere was awesome. it was also to be my last happy hour at the mess, and it's a good thing it didn't disappoint. kelvin who was to end his tour this morning ie. as seen from yesterday, tomorrow, was obviously the main target while i, happily had both legs up on the table. well, in actual fact i was hiding from them. what a bummer. but after the whole lets-dump-kelvin-into-the-fish-pond saga, the fun didnt just stop there. oh no, there was more to come and it sure did all the way till the early dawn.

there was the drinkin. no not beer, though i had a half-yard of that (approx 2 cans), we had alcohol. i reckon we finished at least 4 - 5 full bottles of alcohol yesterday. and when i say we, i mean a group of say 8 people. did i mention we also finished whatever was left in the Other bottles. so amidst all that drinking there was also the talking which honestly was the highlight of the night. that camaraderie and the brotherhood here-- not like any girl reading this would totally connect with except for those semi-deluded, semi-insane females who chose to sign on-- was unmatched. after the bull-talking, what's a happy hour without singing. rather, shouting. but at that already about-to-go state of mind, the line that makes shouting and singing distinct from each other immediately disappears. it doesn't just slowly fade away, it just simply disappears. and i, had to make it all more fun. as soon as someone picks up the microphone to 'sing', immediately i'd concoct a potent potion for them to drink after they're done. that was equally awesome. i remember one to be half green tea, quarter kaoliang (58%), quarter absolut vodka (40%). that was awesome. and another shot to be half kaoliang (58%) and half sheridians (40%). tell me i'm an ass in the mess. HEY IT RHYMES.

didn't bother sleeping after that fiasco and went straight to the airport to send kelvin off, who was still slightly tipsy but oh well, he's got a wife. one of the many joys of marriage huh. and then, i came back and very obviously slept. fast forward time and here i am, with my understudy sitting diagonally behind me. his arrival heralds a new era, and will also quickly bid farewell to mine. YES, I'LL BE BACK IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK.

but not before i finish the alcohol left in the mess with friends so close you'd call and know them as brothers.