Weekend Homesickness

"So later, will you be joining us?" my colleague asked me around 4pm earlier.
"Are we still ONZ izzit?" I asked back.
"Ya Lah! It's Friday night mah?" He said.
"Then Onz!" I said.

There is one bar near our office that has this concept like that of The Distillery @ The Fort. You buy a bottle of vodka, whisky, wine, tequilla-- which ever you fancy. If you cannot finish it within that day you can leave it there and consume again the next time you visit the bar.

My colleague being an ah-tas (read: high class) and all bought one bottle of a 12-year old Hibiki Suntory Whisky last June 21 and he said we can come over and finish the bottle since it's Friday night.

The whisky's texture is smooth. Tastes different than those more popular whisky such as Jack Daniel's and Johnny Walker. I was able to finish my glass at one go.

We started chatting about random things, like what will be our plans for the weekend --
"Are you going to watch World War Z next Tuesday? He asked me. Yah I said.
"Are you going to watch Monsters University tomorrow?" I asked him back and adviced him that "You should it and bring your mom there, I think she will like it." And he explained that his mom might not like enjoy it because she likes to watch any kind of movies as long as there's some sort of animal in it. "Like dinosaurs, shark,---" then i argued that Dinosaur is not an "animal" per se.

My head started to buzz as the beat of the music and the chattering of the crowd grew louder. "Fuck! I only had one glass and why is it I'm starting to feel dizzy? This Suntory whisky is one "traitor" bitch.

My other colleague said something that there's a new lady DJ in the house from Shanghai, China and my other colleague went to check her out. "Let us know what you think." We teased him then when he came back, he said "cannot even make it for shortlist" then we laughed animatedly.

I am now having my fourth glass and I can feel that my head is spinning already. Damn! I'm getting old. I held my phone and clicked Foursquare. Always check in to new places. I clicked Echofon, and tweeted "Sorry of i type thos wayz i am cleraly drunk. Lol"

"Shall we?" asked my colleague. I checked my clock, it's only 8pm. The night is still young and I'll probably rest when I reach home then I will have enough time to write the continuation of my Almost Paradise series.

At home I laid down on my head with a weird sensation in my stomach. It feels like as if I want to either puke or go to the toilet to pass out some shit. Damn I cannot move. My mind is spinning, I cannot concentrate. I replied some blogs and tweets but I cannot write. I started cursing branded alcohol again. I'd still prefer Central BBQ Boy's Bad Boy and Surfer boy.

I turned on my iPod. Cue in One Republic's Good life--

Now I'm getting homesick, but still TGIF!