I think i should ban myself from going out after flight.

People have pre flight syndromes. I have post flight syndromes. And its serious. =X I was in such a mixed up mood last night. I didnt even know what i did, why i went, why i did some of the wierdest things around.

I was so high, a tad too high, that i nearly puked(when me gets to the puking stage, its not a pretty sight! and it also shows i really drank TOO much!). I was feeling all the emotions-angry, happy, pissed off, sad, jealous, bitchy. Everything. And most importantly, on top of drinking so much, i DIDNT enjoy myself at all. Kinda disappointed. I was really looking forward to coming back and having a good time. Sigh.

I had a lousy pattern and i did two landings yesterday. I took a big round back to Singapore. When i reached, i was already half dead. I was up for as long as a San francisco flight. Thankfully the load was light. But still, i didnt get to rest at all. I always have such luck on flights like this.

When i finally reached Singapore, my taxi uncle didnt on his handphone. So i had to take the extra charge cab from Airport which cost me a bomb! Freakin hell! I reached home, changed, looked into the mirror, and realised that i am really fat.

i changed and got out. When i reached Velvet, i was in a dazed. I was bored. I dont feel like talking to people. I thought it was because i wasnt high. So i shared a flaming lambo with miki. downed a few more drinks. The next thing i knew, i was talking too much, to god knows who. i was smiling but i wasnt smiling.

I feel like the ugliest and fattest person in the whole velvet.

but still i thought the night could get better. Drank even more. I couldnt even be bothered if i lost my phone ornot. thankfully i held on to it tight. Bumped into a few seniors. met up with zane at members. talked to john. walked around. msged jack and scolded him for something he didnt do wrong. wth. got pissed off because of someone. hahahhaa.. i was in a totally mess!

i almost fell asleep over chicken rice at chatterbox. I was sipping the soup and trying to pry my eyes open. My eye lids refused to bug. i had to drag my asse home, threw everything on the foor, my makeup, clothes everything and fell asleep.

see, i realy think i need to ban myself from going out next time after flight. especially after a shitty flight. =X
You've got the poison, I've got the remedy.
@6/03/2006 03:29:00 pm