sLoSHeD...
just got home from a lion dance bbq...you know how alcohol is supposed to make you lose all your inhibitions as well as control over your emotions and stuff? well i just got a taste of it...first-hand...yes, as i am typing this i am intoxicated, undergoing the effects of alcohol, and possibly half-drunk...although i refuse to admit to that...just as i refuse to puke all the crap outta me and end my misery...
i've heard of people who cry when they are drunk, and i've never been able to understand this...til now...not that it's anything comprehensible, but i'm really feeling it now...feeling it, not doing it...
well anyway, the point is, that i suddenly have the urge to cry...the thing is, when you've lost control of your emotions--which is what happens when you're drunk--and you hear shocking news, the effect is somehow amplified...and so i now feel like crying...
the issue here is that, well, on hindsight, i suddenly realised that a certain person whom i used to train under and on whom i had a rather serious liking for might have possibly felt the same way as well. but i guess neither of us chose to do anything about it then, and now the moment's lost forever. there's a really strange bitter-sweet nostalgia in the realisation and knowledge, but i guess it is all water under the bridge now.
those who are reading this and are in the know, it's a secret between you, me, and this blog, yar? anyway i'm just speculating and extrapolating the results so it needn't be accurate...
i've heard of people who cry when they are drunk, and i've never been able to understand this...til now...not that it's anything comprehensible, but i'm really feeling it now...feeling it, not doing it...
well anyway, the point is, that i suddenly have the urge to cry...the thing is, when you've lost control of your emotions--which is what happens when you're drunk--and you hear shocking news, the effect is somehow amplified...and so i now feel like crying...
the issue here is that, well, on hindsight, i suddenly realised that a certain person whom i used to train under and on whom i had a rather serious liking for might have possibly felt the same way as well. but i guess neither of us chose to do anything about it then, and now the moment's lost forever. there's a really strange bitter-sweet nostalgia in the realisation and knowledge, but i guess it is all water under the bridge now.
those who are reading this and are in the know, it's a secret between you, me, and this blog, yar? anyway i'm just speculating and extrapolating the results so it needn't be accurate...
