Waiting For My Rocket To Come

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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Let Me Pass Out

Crashed at around four this morning but barely six hours later, I have already woken up. I still feel really tired, but just can’t get back to sleep. It must be all the alcohol from last night messing with my head.

Went to Frente gig last night, and I did enjoy it even though I was never a fan of them. Some songs did bring back memories, like their rendition of Bizarre Love Triangle, which was such a huge hit back home ten years ago. I s’pose I am taking up Paul’s offer, well, not really s’pose, I mean I am going to since I said yes already. We did manage to sort out a few details but it was done over too much booze and ciggies, and discussions made in such situations can hardly be taken seriously sometimes. I wouldn’t expect too much at this juncture and will just go ahead with the plan with an open-minded. I guess I am even looking forward to moving there in a way.

I hate to sound smug, but I wish I am the one who is pissed sometimes, so that I wouldn’t have to guess if someone means what he says or is just doing crappy drunk-talk. Not just necessarily with last night, but for all other times too. I don’t like it when plans such as going away somewhere or doing something together are made at a table where everyone had a tad too much to drink. The strange thing is, these plans are usually very exciting and fun ones but they just never seem to happen somehow. These plans are either forgotten (which is usually the case) or the initial excitement and novelty just fizzled out the next day or two when everyone is sober again. Such is the down side of having a high tolerance for alcohol I guess, I am just too damn sober all the time and tend to remember too much. Also, since I am always so-called ‘the last man standing’, I have the impossible mission of taking care of the “casualties” such as dragging them out of the pub for a good spew or having to send them home and all that. Hardly the nicest job around if you ask me. It would be nice to get really pissed once in a while and be all crazy and forget everything.

It’s going to be a disgustingly hot day ahead, I s’pose I will round up a few friends to catch a movie to escape the heat. It’s the time of the year again when many good films are being released, and I have like six or seven movies that I want to watch in the next few weeks. This, in addition to my packing, cleaning, moving, shopping for furniture and daily work, how occupied am I!

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