Holy.

Saturday 20th September

Time now is 1:17am and I do not feel like sleeping yet.

I have no idea what is up with Blogdrive and it has been the second time in so many years that I failed to enter the website. I had a strong gut feeling that my previous entries were going to vanish into the thin air.

But now I managed to post up my entry after so many attempts.

I came back from Dar's house around 11pm. He has told me on Friday night that he decided to only go for soccer with his good buddies in the morning on Saturday and rest at home for the rest of the day. But, in the mist of doing my household chores in the morning, he called and said that they had finished playing soccer and his friends had headed home to get change and would be going to his house for a mini gathering.

Took a cab down with Sihui to Dar's house and the rest of the guys joined in not long after. They started long hours of drinking games and towards the end…Dar could not take it anymore. I could sense it when his voice went faint instead of the usual loud spoken him. He started to feel giddy and vomited.

I could feel that bitterness was settling in his throat every time he attempted to throw up. And when he thought it was over and flopped on the bed, another clump would regurgitate into his throat and I rushed to help him up.

I was quite angry that he ended up making himself so torn at the end of the day when he was supposed to have a good day rest at home. And the way he kept grumbling about how good his alcohol tolerance was in the past was getting on my nerves. His friends kept telling me how he was able to hold his liquor better back then and how he was a frequent drinker with his ex-girlfriend last time. But he had toned down after knowing me.

I kept patting his back, wiping his face and fetching him plastic bags in case he vomit on the bed. As it was quite late and all of us had not eaten any dinner, his friend went home and I tucked Dar to sleep after they left.

I sat somewhere thinking about some things that I have always been thinking in the past, although it did not bother me as much compared to last time.


Why he could not stop mentioning that he had great liquor tolerance but quitted drinking because of his health and ex-girlfriend.

Why he said that he missed her in May 2008 in one of his msn conversation.

Why he kept asking me what I would do if she wanted to get back to him by comparing the duration of relationship of 1 year plus he had with her to the few months I had with him.

Why she still keep calling him out of no where.

Why he would tag at her blog to reconfirm if the person was him when she blogged about missing a particular person.

Why I agreed on letting you go on this "catching up session" with her when we were together, and then hearing from you that she became prettier after you met up with her.



I did not realize that I was staring into the blank space until his mother came into the room and asked me to go home…as she said I was stoning at the chair and not moving while Dar had fell asleep long ago on his bed.



Anyway,

To my online son who proclaimed me as his mummy
- Hope you get your problem solved soon.
- And thanks for lending me your listening ears.