Yeaps, 48 cans of Heineken beers are stuffed into the fridge for that night. And yes, I was sober enough to witness everyone's moment of glory. The others were so wasted I didn't think they knew the difference between 4pm and 4am in the morning. All I suffered that night were the huge hammering effects of headache along with each pulse my heart pumped and a sore throat from my coughing which I already had.

Before the drinking started, we played an interesting game, thanks to lawrence, it's similar to something like a murder mystery game, you know, those kind in the 90's or 80's where a murder happens in a mansion then people start guessing the killer.. bla.. bla.. The main objective of the game is to identify the killer by observing gestures from each person and how convincing they were, each person has their respective roles which no one knows but themselves and accusing each other of being the suspected culprit. Think of it as an advanced game of hide and seek using facial expressions and gestures and some deep psycho-ing. At first, those who lost ate 5 pieces of tiger biscuits, then rounds after that, it was beer.

Things got a lil wild soon after hong lim got back to damai with wei khee and clement from the hospital at town to get that ankle checked. Alexis was so wasted he wasn't even thinking straight, wei khee fell with a loud thud, amazingly clement finished 7 cans of beer and yea I was still sober being the amateur drinker that I was. Went to the beach side and chatted a few then headed back to the chalet. We crashed early except for a few who went for strolls again at the beach side.

We lazed around the chalet the next morning till the check out time and took a few group photos. Checked out at noon.