Ready, Set, Go.

Met up the usual's. Played a drunken twister game which was hilarious to watch, and we have to forsake our original plan of cycling up to Changi to see Trannies. So much for us taking our bikes out of the house. We're just not fated to meet trannies. I think this is like the 3th failed attempt..

Each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I typed another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent. I'll try my best to make this a year that I can at least look back on and smile. Before everything changes in another place.