That's Life

It's funny how Long Kuan and I always start waxing philosophical when we're tipsy. I don't think we were drunk, I think we just saw things from a different perspective under the influence of alcohol. Questions that we normally didn't think about, or didn't spend more than a couple of seconds musing over, just popped up. And we just answered them straight-on, without any side-stepping or beating around the bush. Probably was the booze that made us not give a shit anymore. And the night. It's really quite nice just sitting around under a blanket of darkness where everything else is quiet.

Of course, the next morning, which happens to be NOW, always turns out to be a bitch. When the effect of the alcohol has worn off and the stark realisation that everything which bothered you is still around and was just pushed away from the mind for one night sets in, you just feel like shit.

Long Kuan's solution is exceedingly simple - get more beer and chips. I'd second that actually but this time I'll throw in some hard liquor to mix.

Isn't it spiffy when you're the architect of your own regret?