A lesson in life

I was very tempted to put "A (painful) lesson in life" as the heading. But decided against it. Since when isn't a lesson learnt painful? *sniggers*

I've finally hit 7 days of consecutive drinking. Hark! No worries! This does not actually suggest that I am wallowing deeper in my despair. The beer I drink now is channelled to a different stomach. Its finally serving its purpose... to chill!!!

At least I am in a clearer state of mind now, no thanks to the blow on the head I endured during the soccer game today. The ball came flying straight at me, as if I was the only target in the field. It's not even the first time I have been rammed in the face, but I swear this was the hardest knock I ever took. Maybe life has a cruel way to wake u up.

I should probably recount what I did on tues, wed and today (aka my 5th, 6th and 7th days of drinking holiday).

On tues, I met sis, my bro-in-law Eddie, and their friend Ken for a drink at BFD. Its a pub in East Coast, a stone's throw away from Mac's. We were actually supposed to go to Brauhaus at United Square. Eddie said it is the 1st german pub opened in S'pore, as opposed to the more popular Paulaner at millenia walk and my personal fav. It was almost 10pm when I drove down, hesitant to drive initially since I knew I was going to drink. I did not want to break my resolution so soon. In the end I was persuaded, since I had my sis as the backup driver.

Never regretted though. Loved the buffalo wings. And I had 2 mugs of Stella Artois. Delicious. We talked abt family, relationships and life in general. It is interesting when u hear other pple's perspectives, esp. from those who have more "experience" in life than u. Things u will never learn in the textbooks. Welcome to the University of Life. Indeed... when I heard K's story of how he cannot be together with a gal whom he liked (and she liked him back), because the gal's suffering from leukemia, I was like "WoW". This is so drama. These things actually do happen!? Well they probably do. Where else do those script writers get their story from? Haha... reminds me of this saying "戏如人生", i.e. shows actually mirror reality.

I went to stay over at eugene's place on wed. Its amazing how far we have come, the brotherhood. It's one of those things that will probably stand the test of time. I hope Huey doesn't get jealous over this. After strumming and picking on the guitar, we went for prata at the usual place. And we talked. Missed those stayovers.

Woke up late... and contemplated giving soccer a miss. NUS is so far. But still we went. I needed a workout while eugene wanted a tan. Haha. Ball-kicking seemed secondary here. Met KM and WJ for lunch at Science canteen after that. And prolly never expected to see so many familiar faces there - the doctors, including HY, who was posing as usual.

Eugene had to go to his grandma's hse while KM had a med lecture at 3pm. It was still early before my dinner appointment with Dad (yeah.. at BFD again!!), and so I went with WJ to Holland V for a coffee. I'd set up this dinner session, hoping to bond -- father and son. Can't imagine the look on his face when he received my sms. Haha. Even my mum was shocked when I called to tell her I won't be home for dinner cos i'm meeting dad for dinner-cum-beer. So dinner went well, and I told him things I've never spoken before(to him, at least). I wasn't exactly asking for much advice, but well.. he listened as I talked, occasionally giving some honest guidance. And I could really feel the camaraderie. This is truly a landmark achievement.

The afternoon spent with WJ was another terrific time. Starbucks we went, and I hardly noticed the time as we had such an engaging conversation... about faith, God and leading a purposeful life. If I may quote him "We walk our own paths, not those of others". I must learn to let go.

There is much more to say, and this entry is already getting long enough. I shall continue another day. Meanwhile, I should learn to pray, and keep praying.