I say that because every time I get to have a wonderful holiday or weekend break, my happiness dissappears as soon as work week starts.
Take for example, last weekend. I took the Friday off and spent 3 wonderful days in KL where I ate, drank and partied till the lights in the club came on (it's been a while since that happened!). I even went for an after-party and only got home at 7.30am the next day - which is a HUGE feat for an old lady my age. (I'm still recovering from it this week, but it's ALL WORTH WHILE!)
In fact, I was having such a good time that I did not even bother to bring my blackberry to KL with me hence I did not know that I was going to be involved in a big project which has to be completed by Thursday (today). So, the minute my hungover ass arrived at work on Monday morning, I was hauled into a deep pile of work. Any feelings of happiness I had just 12 hours ago dissipates into thin air.
And here I am, on Thursday, all wrung out. I have been eating, sleeping and breathing that bloody project all week. I have been staying late at work every night, ate ALL my meals at my desk and I can't sleep without thinking about it. Not only that, this project brought out so many horrid emotions from me such as insecurity ("Did I do a good job?), unworthiness ("I must have done a bad job") and fear ("I am so gonna get fired"). Perhaps I am finally taking my work more seriously. Also on the bright side, it is over and done with (for now) and I celebrated by going for a decent lunch today - at 3.38pm, which is the earliest I get to eat lunch this week.
Anyway back to my wonderful weekend in KL - I'm writing it down so that those good times won't be forgotten. So, I spent some real quality time with my Preggy Sis. She is really huge now and when she, erm, forced me to go swimming with her (cos she say swimming is good for preggy ladies), it was like a scene out of Free Willy - except I didn't make her jump through hoops, lah. We also went around shopping, trying out new restaurants and bars. I also met up with my bunch of crazy friends who were determined to show me a good time. They are crazy ass honey badgers. There's Mother Hen who drove me everywhere in his zippy Lotus at neck breaking speed (I love!). Then there's Superstar DJ Phillip who churn out a really good set at the club where I was happily playing his groupie while drinking 2 whole bottles (not glasses) of Sky Vodka (not forgetting before that, I had a bottle of wine and 4 cocktails). At the after party at his place, he made me vacuum his floor before everyone arrives - that was my first experience of drunk vacuuming and it immediately made me think of the Toe, who loves cleaning her house when intoxicated for some strange reason. The party ended only in the morning and not unsurprisingly, I got the MOTHER of all hangovers; the type you get from drinking cheap shit vodka like SKY! I was in so much pain I actually wished for coma. My Preggy Sis was so not impressed with me stumbling back to her place the next morning looking like shit but because I'm already in my 30s (the age where she can no longer scold me), she just scowled and made that tsk tsk sound while I look for a hole to crawl into and die. In the meantime, I had to get back to Singapore via KL's LOW COST CARRIER TERMINAL which, my friend, is the last place you want to be when you are hungover. In short, it was a very unpleasant journey home.
The pleasant part is, I survived and made it back to Singapore in whole. I even picked up The Man from the airport (we timed our flights so that we arrive the same time - he was coming back from a China work trip).We had a lot of fun telling each other what we did over the weekend without each other. Apparently, he was also out clubbing in China last Saturday and he also had his own share of shenanigans including picking up guys for his female friend and making friends with teenage expats (tsk tsk, at his age). In fact, I think he did worse than me because he had a passing-out episode - hahah! Sigh, I really love this about my relationship with The Man. We can have fun without each other and without suspicion. We are both party people in our younger days and neither of wants to change that about each other. In fact, one of my friends even came up to me last weekend and made a strange comment: "You must really love The Man a lot." When I ask her why she said that out of the blue, she explained, "There is a cute boy sitting right next to you and you are not even talking to him. That is not your usual modus operandi! You would have been all over him in the past." (That's right, ladies and gentlemen, before The Man, I was a slut.)
Anyway, I shall end this post with a pretty accurate depiction of me last Sunday.....
I only recently learn about this 'Hungover Owls' website from Reader's Digest. It is SUPER hilarious and I can particularly relate to it since I am always hungover myself...
Take for example, last weekend. I took the Friday off and spent 3 wonderful days in KL where I ate, drank and partied till the lights in the club came on (it's been a while since that happened!). I even went for an after-party and only got home at 7.30am the next day - which is a HUGE feat for an old lady my age. (I'm still recovering from it this week, but it's ALL WORTH WHILE!)
In fact, I was having such a good time that I did not even bother to bring my blackberry to KL with me hence I did not know that I was going to be involved in a big project which has to be completed by Thursday (today). So, the minute my hungover ass arrived at work on Monday morning, I was hauled into a deep pile of work. Any feelings of happiness I had just 12 hours ago dissipates into thin air.
And here I am, on Thursday, all wrung out. I have been eating, sleeping and breathing that bloody project all week. I have been staying late at work every night, ate ALL my meals at my desk and I can't sleep without thinking about it. Not only that, this project brought out so many horrid emotions from me such as insecurity ("Did I do a good job?), unworthiness ("I must have done a bad job") and fear ("I am so gonna get fired"). Perhaps I am finally taking my work more seriously. Also on the bright side, it is over and done with (for now) and I celebrated by going for a decent lunch today - at 3.38pm, which is the earliest I get to eat lunch this week.
Anyway back to my wonderful weekend in KL - I'm writing it down so that those good times won't be forgotten. So, I spent some real quality time with my Preggy Sis. She is really huge now and when she, erm, forced me to go swimming with her (cos she say swimming is good for preggy ladies), it was like a scene out of Free Willy - except I didn't make her jump through hoops, lah. We also went around shopping, trying out new restaurants and bars. I also met up with my bunch of crazy friends who were determined to show me a good time. They are crazy ass honey badgers. There's Mother Hen who drove me everywhere in his zippy Lotus at neck breaking speed (I love!). Then there's Superstar DJ Phillip who churn out a really good set at the club where I was happily playing his groupie while drinking 2 whole bottles (not glasses) of Sky Vodka (not forgetting before that, I had a bottle of wine and 4 cocktails). At the after party at his place, he made me vacuum his floor before everyone arrives - that was my first experience of drunk vacuuming and it immediately made me think of the Toe, who loves cleaning her house when intoxicated for some strange reason. The party ended only in the morning and not unsurprisingly, I got the MOTHER of all hangovers; the type you get from drinking cheap shit vodka like SKY! I was in so much pain I actually wished for coma. My Preggy Sis was so not impressed with me stumbling back to her place the next morning looking like shit but because I'm already in my 30s (the age where she can no longer scold me), she just scowled and made that tsk tsk sound while I look for a hole to crawl into and die. In the meantime, I had to get back to Singapore via KL's LOW COST CARRIER TERMINAL which, my friend, is the last place you want to be when you are hungover. In short, it was a very unpleasant journey home.
The pleasant part is, I survived and made it back to Singapore in whole. I even picked up The Man from the airport (we timed our flights so that we arrive the same time - he was coming back from a China work trip).We had a lot of fun telling each other what we did over the weekend without each other. Apparently, he was also out clubbing in China last Saturday and he also had his own share of shenanigans including picking up guys for his female friend and making friends with teenage expats (tsk tsk, at his age). In fact, I think he did worse than me because he had a passing-out episode - hahah! Sigh, I really love this about my relationship with The Man. We can have fun without each other and without suspicion. We are both party people in our younger days and neither of wants to change that about each other. In fact, one of my friends even came up to me last weekend and made a strange comment: "You must really love The Man a lot." When I ask her why she said that out of the blue, she explained, "There is a cute boy sitting right next to you and you are not even talking to him. That is not your usual modus operandi! You would have been all over him in the past." (That's right, ladies and gentlemen, before The Man, I was a slut.)
Anyway, I shall end this post with a pretty accurate depiction of me last Sunday.....
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