Okies.. I went for Evan Almighty on Friday (yesterday). And after the whole KLCC experience, returned back home and went for Rueben’s party. It really opened me up cause I’ve always thought some people arent really that nice but they’re actually pretty ok once you get to know ‘em.
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I had like: Bicardi’s, Absolut and Green Label. And I remembered being quite tipsy but not tipsy enough to not know what the hell I was doing. I was really happy. Alcohol had reduced me to nothing but a bum who only viewed the world at face value. It stripped me off whatever that held me back in real life. I was actually happy. My ‘tai kah cheah’, Ruth Tan really doesn’t want me to be living off of alcohol but meh, I’m in control.
I was trying not to drink too much so that my mom wouldn’t notice the drinking. I got into the car, she asked me: have you been drinking? you smell like alcohol! I said: meh.. its probably the coke.. (bad excuse but I can’t think then). The next day, I confessed to her: I admit.. I did have a few drinks. Then she’s like: you think I’m stupid?! Of course I know! You even smelt like it. Haha! The irony! Then again, I couldn’t even walk straight, how the hell am I supposed to fool my ultra-observant mom??
Today, I’m trying to cope with my hangover. My mom and I were eating at a restaurant and we were held in a chat with the ‘Uncle noodles’ and his wife, ‘Aunty noodles’ (notice how we always call them as the things they sell?). Anyways, the whole chat was about the different quality of noodles and all which wasn’t of much importance to blog about. I was looking at him and I realised something: he wasn’t the best looking dude on earth, he doesn’t own a Mercedes Benz and best of all, he probably didn’t have any education whatsoever and he’s hanging on his last tooth and probably approaching the end of his life already. But one thing caught my attention more than ever. This guy is happy.
He’s happy to be doing what he’s doing :selling noodles. It may not be a high paying job, high positioning job or anything like that. It’s probably one of the lowest honest income job. He’s a grandfather and has a wife he truly loves. He’s truly contented to be where he is. That was a beautiful sight and thought. We are all constantly chasing after materials and positions that are in disguise of happiness that we overlook the things that really make us happy.
I guess from now onwards, I will keep track of my what I want to achieve. Be myself and truly learn to love and appreciate the things in life. And don’t think too much. Sometimes, I think I’m over intelligent that I don’t look at things at face value while I’m supposed to and alcohol reduces that. That’s why I’m so happy when I drink. Fuck things, I’m going to fuck school, get a job and fucking be happy. I think I owe that to myself..
~:Alexis von C:~
is still feeling the taste of alcohol, the warmth and the effects (blurness and extreme headache).
lol….
still got hang overs?