i went to a good friend's birthday gathering in this chalet in Pasir Ris yesterday. To go there me and my friends had to take an MRT to White Sands, and that brought back many less than pleasant memories of BMT.





Time on your own out of Tekong was always incredibly precious to me. And i remember rushing to get the hell out of the Pasir Ris area everytime i managed to get off the island. Even the need to go to the toilet was less important than getting the hell out of there. It was get on the MRT and away i go.





Usually my then girlfriend would meet me there or at my house, and we would go for lunch. But almost everytime, most probably everytime i got home with her, i would bathe and then fall into a slumber while she would wait for me to get up, while she was famished.





i am not happy or proud of who i was when i was in BMT.





There are too many things that give me bad vibes at Pasir Ris. The day it doesn't have this effect on me needs to come soon.





But that was the only bad thing about yesterday. The rest of the day was a blast. This year seems to be so far full of birthday parties, cos of everyone turning 21 so it is some sort of a must. This is the best one i've been to so far. Rock on Gene.