Indian Club-bing again!

AD and I had a long talk in office after working yesterday and we got ourselves quite high on his bottle of gin. It actually tastes fantastic! We tried Red Bull, 7-up, cranberry and orange juices. We also talked a lot as well about ourselves, which was a very nice feeling to be able to be comfortable and open up. However sometimes I asked myself why do I have to hold myself back during the times I'm sober (I know the reason why, don't worry!) but it's quite tough at times.

Anyway how's work coming along? A few issues here and there, but really nothing major as compared to what some other colleagues are going through. However I think I am a little behind on work in terms of ideas (I'm involved in problem crafting, designing and copywriting of marketing collaterals) and things are going a little slower on that front. There isn't really much motivation for me to do them, so I hope things will pick up after a good rest this weekend. Not to mention that the true things I would like to do here in RP are nowhere near the horizon, making me sit down and contemplate how am I spending my time here.

Anyway it was a nice, long talk where the both of us talked about our life, our ideals and dreams It came to me that I am nowhere near them, though I think it might be some divine arrangement of fate for me to continue to meet people such as AD to remind me on my personal conviction of what my purpose in life is. It makes me think back of the time when MDL told me privately before I left my previous workplace that she sees things working out for me well in life. AD was also very positive, nailed that perennial low self-esteem in me again and encourage me to try harder which was very nice of him. However I am unsure but I continue to hold that nagging suspicion not to trust people totally, especially in the workplace where anything can happen. Overreacting? I'm unsure...

Anyway we went on to Ashoka on the recommendation of his friend and it was already 3 when we reached (opps). It closed at 4, so we bought 4 drinks and checked the scene out. I realise it's not my type though, where although the music was great (a mix of live indian and pumped english songs), the crowd wasn't fantastic and it wasn't sufficiently dark for my liking. We left at 4 and head to Raagawood which I felt instantly at home. Ah, nice darkness and strobe lights!





That's me and Annh (I hope I got that right), a bouncer there whom we've had a few encounters. Like the first time when I was totally wiped out and was puking like nobody's business outside the pub, it was him who noticed and got AD and KR's attention to take care of me. Very nice and sweet gesture! He subsequently remembered and acknowledged me when I went back the past 2 times. It's interesting to observe the positive power of acknowledgement.

I finally realised what a hangover meant when I forgot to pop my vitamin C pill after returning home at 7 and woke up at 1130 for a haircut. I was totally uncommunicative and moody and it showed very obviously when I had my Japanese class in the afternoon where I felt totally unparticipatory. Goodness!