Sunday, February 1
It's 9.21 on a Sunday morning and instead of being still dead to the world, I've been wide awake since 8.20, sobbing to Nickelback's new album. Sobbing k. Not even tearing. I don't know what's tugging the heart strings. Mayb it's just the song. I don't care. I'm gonna make sure the DJ spins Nickelback's Never Gonna Be Alone at my wedding.. that is if I'm ever getting married. Or mayb you'd like to employ me as your music coordinator for your wedding? Pretty please.
So this weekend's been pretty interesting so far. Spent the most part of Friday with Bay. Had lunch and coffee at Compass Point. :D Yea man. The Starbucks there had quite an ambience. Perfect for some quiet time. Also managed to catch up with my childhood friend and her friends at Timbre before heading to China One then to Rebel.
Anyway, here's the interesting thing. I had to go all the way back home from wherever I was, which was actually just from Bay's cos we dropped her off and was about to head home anyway so ok fine I didn't have to go all the way back but you get my point, to open the door for my completely wasted brother. The last I saw him was at China One when he'd apparently already downed a bottle of vodka. And yes, he was already jabbering away incoherently. He introduced me to his colleagues as his 4th girlfriend. Kill me.
His friends managed to sneak his phone from him so that they could reach me cos he refused to give them my number. By the time I got back, I found my brother already passed out on the floor of my void deck. His friends had to support him all the way into his room while I scurried around doing everything else like opening the door, wide. Getting fresh plastic bags for the puking thing. Making sure he had warm water by his bed. Removed all breakable items from his pocket. And I even had to scrub the spot where he puked at my doorstep because the blood, yes the blood, was being stubborn.
After scrubbing n locking up, I started to imagine if I were in his place and him in mine, I bet he'd never let me forget how I inconvenienced him and continually mock how much of a screw up being that drunk made me. All I did the following morning was advise him to go see a doctor cos of the blood.
Oh well, ending this with Rachael Yamagata's Horizon playing on my iTunes.
