When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 Dipsomaniac Trainee
If Ja gets to know about what the !@#$%^&* happened last night, I'll be berated, lambasted, reviled, vituperated and brutally slapped with words across the face.
Ja is my alcohol tolerance trainer.
The neats last night, or rather, this morning, tipped me over the edge, like they always do. When I said I'm drunk, take it at face value. If I said I'm drunk and I imbibe more of that foul liquid, I'll put one leg into pukey gooey land. Twisted In my sobriety, inebriated. If there's anything my body rejects more than my navel ring, it has to be alcohol.
Ouch.
Pain leh. Haven't gotten hangovers for a long long time. I've been drunk like this morning on many occasions, but, I always manage to wake up at eight in the morn. Somehow. Sheesh.
Shards of memory fragments that stick into my brain like razor sharp daggers go as follow:
Elgin. Car. Lift to a supercalifragalistically ulu campus compound to send food to Ser. Plus Ser said she hasn't seen me in a while, which is true. I do miss her too.
Navel ring conversation with Ser's Xiao Ma. Sheets. I'm supposed to remember her name. Then I was told again and again to seek attention of a doctor, or at least a pro at Primitive Arts.
Then, being the civic-minded people we are, we adjourned to the wooden tables downstairs to talk about El's fantastically enormous mark, and erm, ways to get rid of it.
RA Building. TV. Big sexy black sofa with comfy red cushies. Nice.
Pool.
Drink.
Then. Drink. More drinking.
Then. Erms.
Drink?
Games.
Oh! The trips to the ladies. I was crashing around like a disoriented bumblebee within those four walls. It's amazing I didn't drown in the toilet bowl.
Then. SR4. I was a lil's pupa in a nice light blue chrysalis. Will I emerge as a nice blue mermaid? Not butterfly, but the mermaid. Yea, that mermaid. It's blue, isn't it?
Then, this huge hand, strong, with spidery long fingers, dug into my head. The pain that came along with it was throbbing, pulsating, and hurts damn a lot.
Elgin. Car. There is always a part of my brain that's awake enough to tell me not to mess up anyone's car. Not nice la.
In the car. Lotsa people talking.
Back home. Thanks Ser. Thanks El. Thanks Baah Baah. You caught me at a bad time. I'm immensely heavy and cumbersome now. Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you.
Nopes, my mom won't mind me drunk. She knows stuff. But she doesn't know as much as Ja.
Gahs. I shall put myself on probation. No more alcohol, until further consideration. Sheets.
