I do not exactly appreciate people witnessing the weak, irrational and unglam side of me. Seriously do not dig it. Ahem.
Friends who know me well would agree that I’m (mostly) in control of myself/ my emotions, generally rational and self-conscious so to speak. At least on the outside. Hence, imagine my aghast to have woken up to a total blur of the previous night. It was scary.
The first thirty words or so I spouted when I regained conscious was a non-stop train of “OMGs”, in betweens bouts of “WTF happened”. For the bulk of it, I do not really recall the cause of the meltdown, the slumping, the avalanche of my barfing, the incessant shoutings into my ears to wake me up, and the aided shower, etc. How my two girls managed to drag me back with Sean (Ng) remains a mystery to me. I remembered refusing to be touched because the regurgitation in me escalates doubly when I move by a mere inch. (Sorry I yelled at you guys.)
I agree with Chris, I ought to be thankful to them. If they have left me slumped outside O’Bar alone, I might have been robbed, raped and the what-not. Which was totally true, seeing how I don’t recall much about anything at all (even though the dragging and tugging left me with multiple blue blacks on my arms, legs, bum and forehead.)
In retrospect, I tend to drink more than my own limits. I don’t usually set out to get pissed drunk, but because I know I am in good hands, I don’t mull over when to stop. Which is bad, since my reliance on the said people are quite over the top. I have to grow up!
Anyhow, to the three of them; to Par-mummy who bathed me, Fifi who helped in any way she could even though she was superrr tipsy, and Sean (Ng) who rushed down from Club street to save the pissed drunk me – THANK YOU ALL SO MUCHHHH! I wouldn’t have made it back unscathed if not for the three of you. I am utterly embarrassed to have troubled you guys in such a way, and to have let you guys witness the tak-glam side of me. Apologies for making you guys worried too.
My reputation is so ruined.
Please forget the incessant wailings and pretend it didn’t happen, it was not me! Wait, prolly my alter-ego, the loathsome one in me acting up. OH NO! Just forget it already.
