Monologue before bed

Having gulp the whole bottle of Merlot last night, or to be exact this morning. I woke up this morning with a slight hangover. I define the cause of hangover as alcohol + not enough sleep. So, base on the feeling this morning, where the headache (due to not enough sleep) is more obvious than dizziness (by alcohol), the this so call hangover is mostly sponsored by my bed time after 3 am this morning.

Well, if you think I stayed for Euro Cup, you are wrong. My football watching spirit is reserved for World Cup. My colleague ask me if a play futsal or basketball...well, of course not, I told him. But what I should tell but did not is, I played like a sissy. Ball is never my sports. I like martial arts, in fact learnt for a few classes during form Six a new(then) local martial art. It is a creation of the Master, where he combines the essence of Karate-do, Xing-yi Quan and some other school of arts. I like the training, moves, but never like the sparring part. Even if the arts focus on its practicability, but when it comes to spar, we still need some rules. Since it is not a matter of life and death, I'm rather too polite in the ring.

Hmm...why did talk about it? Anyway, most that is learnt from Master I already unlearnt.

So, some unknown boozoo is organizing some sort of performance near my home. Their pathetic singing, or rather the sound of pigs betting slaughter manage to penetrated through the doors and walls of my house into my bed. Thus, despite of this morning's hangover, and the risk of getting another tomorrow, I think a beer will makes it easier to get asleep.

Another week starts tomorrow. Maybe a tough week, with a great help no around. Hope won't be a busy week, and all the shitty things already been discovered last week and if there is more, please do bring them out only next week.

Next month my turn going for vacation, wahahahaha~ but that is still a month away...damn it~!