Wah, I think I’m gona have a really bad sore throat. I mean, I’m having a bad sore throat now and it doesn’t feel like it’s gona get better, so there, it’ll get really bad, really soon.
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I always suspect that these open-concept karaoke halls have assisted the spread of flu virus in the 21st century. Here’s why: An infected person sings to the microphone and the saliva with the virus is passed on to subsequent mouths, which touch the microphone. I always get a sore throat after a K-session, especially when I’m a mic-hog. Well, you can’t blame me, Charles doesn’t sing (unless when he’s drunk), Keegan doesn’t sing when he’s drunk (and he gets drunk pretty fast), and the rest of the guys are more pool playing than song singing people.
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Anyway, there was a surprise guest last night, Yixian, a basket-baller turned pilot friend for ours. It was a pity Ah ming and Roland wasn’t around, it would have been so nice to talk about our basket ball days over beer. So much have changed ever since those rigorous training days, yet it seems so…stagnant at times…
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Life passes you by real quickly and too quietly if you ask me. At the end of everyday, I ask myself, “Have I fulfilled my purpose in life?” I never could answer this question…Hopefully one day, I can.
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