It's crazy. Well, not for us but for you.
You were some sort of a drunkard ballerina.

You could not stand.
Your body went numb.
The words 'Oh yeah I'm drunk' were repeated for a while.
You keep spilling your alcohol on the poor girl beside you.
You puke out some thick sticky liquid out for a moment then later it was air.

Finally, you were down flat like a helpless child and the 'nannies' were all there to take care of you.

The events you missed while you were in your own world counting the stars and sheeps:

I tried poking your dimple, wanting to see how far my finger could go in.
We used plastic bag for ur vomitting sessions, when we got tired we tried to hang the plastic bag from your ears.
I carried you, but unknowingly your that 'thing' was exposed lah, that I am truly sorry.
Jackets and pillows were used to cover your 'thing' later on.
You said you are 49, for a moment I thought you were referring to your age then later I realised it was your weight!
You puked in a poor fella's car.
And lastly, you really looked beautiful that night. The only thing that could be improved was wearing the kind of hairband I like, which is the thinner ones. Hiaks.



* I don't wanna fall again. Its like your mind and heart are telling you 2 different things. One says go, the other says no. Basket.