Weekends

Dinner was nice, as usual. And super duper filling.

I wonder why we always end up having Chinese food… I thought he mentioned western food this time...

We ended up at Paradise Inn near his home and again, we ordered more than what we could finish.

Verdict: It is dangerous to order when you are starving because everything on the menu will just look so delectable and yummy!

We ordered the triple-egg prawns (which were so damn good. Not to mention, extremely sinful too! And I had wanted to lick the plate clean.), stewed bittergourd with pork ribs in fermented black bean sauce (which is his mum’s favourite dish), toufu (which I wanted) and seafood fried rice.

The fragrant floral tea, which comprises forget-me-not, lavender and some other flower petals, helped little in digestion.

Nonetheless, of course, our evening is never complete without our little sweet indulgences at my favourite place – or so he said.

Ahh… that was nice. I actually thought he would have conveniently forgotten or totally dismisses the idea.

**mood: happy and satisfied**

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I was reminded, the night before and in the day, not to drink too much and stay out too late because I was – strictly speaking – still sick and on medication. I needed the rest if I were to be 100 per cent well the following week.

I agreed and I swore I really meant to leave after dinner and 1-2 glasses of beer.

And I even reminded one colleague during lunch that I would leave at about 11 pm the latest, and mentioned again during dinner to the entire company that I was sick and they could not bully me by making me drink so much.

But somehow, along the way, I forgot. The beer was quite thirst quenching and so down 1 glass, 2 glasses, so on and so forth.

It did not help when the pub started to play retro music. Retro can get me high easily – even without the influence of alcohol.

And of course, it did not help also when everyone got high. No one remembered I was – and still am – sick.

The star of the evening ordered tequila shots and B32…

And then all of a sudden, I felt nauseous and the world was spinning.

I knew I could not move. The moment I tried, I knew I would puke. I tried to control. But the nauseous feeling was getting worse and I decided I needed to get it all out of my system if I wanted to get out and home.

I moved. And the next thing I knew, all came out from my throat.

Eew.

I was given a big black trash bag thereafter and I still managed to fill up quarter of it. Woah. That’s quite a lot of puke.

It was my first time that I drank until I puked.

Big mistake.

I actually managed to dial his number in the midst of puking and all. Thought of asking him to come and pick me up. But I decided to cancel the call a few seconds later, because I could sense more puke coming and I couldn’t even talk properly then.

The next day… I was “scolded” left right centre, followed by dead silence, because I could find no legitimate reason to talk back...

“I thought you were just very sick a few days before and were on 3-day MC? Weren’t you on medication? How could you drink so much? I thought I told you to leave earlier and go home to rest.”

“Why didn’t your colleagues stop you from drinking? Don’t your colleagues know you are sick and are on medication? So how could they allow and encourage you to drink so much? Drink until puke some more… Your body is still weak and that’s why it could not handle the alcohol intake that you normally can take. I thought you would exercise more judgment and common sense than that…”

This was the bulk of what was berated at me.

Hmm… Ya, in retrospect, I guess everyone got high and no one, including myself, remembered I was sick. And ya, I totally agree I should have exercised more judgment and common sense.

And I know if I were with him or in the company of my close friends, they would definitely have my health and well-being in top of mind and they would stop me from drinking so much. And I would definitely be safe.

Oh well…

Anyway, I don’t think there will be any similar gathering soon… And if there is, I think I am barred from attending them. At least for now.

But in any case, George, all the best to you in your next career step!

**mood: guilty**