i am a self-sustaining entity.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

last week was a blur. drank 4 nights out of 6. totally out of discipline. hence i didnt blog. was too drunk most of the nights to remember much. neither do i want to talk much about it. looking back, the only interesting and sad thing about last week was when i had to send shan into tekong. kinda sad that another brother has left me, if only temporarily. and at the same time it kinda spurs me on to go for NS myself. to get into the jive and understand what all the jargon mambo jumbo is all about. yeah i know it will make me a better person. but while shan's inside, just want him to know that out here, i'm suffering just a little less than him, cos i no longer have his company as and when i need him. just like him.

alright i shall mention one particularly interesting drinking session. that was on thursday night, 2 nights before he went in. jeremy brought along a half bottle of gin (with a little bit of vodka tainted by me) and we went about having a mini drinking session behind my block at the street soccer club. now you guys all know i am quite particular about having my drinks chilled, so i brought a considerably sized ice box which contained quite a lot of ice cubes. 2 very nice tall glasses (presumably for champagne) as well as a chopstick for a stirrer. we had a rollicking good time when shan joined us, already quite tipsy from his beer escapade. so we drank quite a bit and played soccer whilst we were high! cos somebody left the ball there. we kicked about and i dare say the soccer gods favoured me even when i'm severely inebriated- i ran circles around them. shan was humming emo tunes so i told sim that the only way to make him shut up was to get him even more intoxicated. so i plied him with glass after glass while i followed suit. and the results were shocking to say the least. details i shall not reveal cos i deem to sensitive for your eyes = ) just a little hint of what we did. shan woke up with bruises on his hands, a large cut on his knees and twisted his ankle. all without having an inkling (ok maybe a little bit) of what happened the night before.

and me? i woke up at 5.30 and found myself still down at the void deck when they left 3 hours ago! i went home to sleep and made it to school 3 hours late (how i did make it to school was already an incredible feat so dont bitch about the 3 hours). i thought i had a hangover but my teacher wanted to conduct a group meeting so i had to drag myself there and pretend to be sober. i kept my distance in case she smelled the gin and just acted enthusiastic. erm maybe a bit too enthusiastic. cos i found out i wasnt really having a hangover; i was still drunk and not yet sober. imagine it, still freaking drunk and going to a meeting. the hangover only came after i had a 2 hour nap in the afternoon. talk about crazy. very nearly blew it = )

and that is just 1 drinking session. beg me and i'll tell you the others.

sammy says. at 12:56 AM