Hey, tis the season. It was the annual Mat Xmastravaganza at his apartment in seedy Balestier, where you are reminded of JB, can buy enough lights to rival Shinjuku, and may consume bak kut teh at any time of day or night.
It was a small affair, with small food and too much drink. 25 or so people made enough ruckus to ensure Mat got another letter of complaint from the neighbourhood. There was mad-rush gambling and people playing with numbers and fingers. I also learned that the 2 soft toy pigs in the bedroom are Marco and Gina. I left at 4am, way too late, with Mat going all gibberish (he's like that when he's had too much alkie).
Merry Matxmas and Happy New Beer.
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