Note to self: One saturday night
Was unusually silent last night...and of all nights for this to happen, bbq nite. Given the array of technical issues, the night sailed on through...on a bright note at that. Thank God! :)
well..although the same could not be said about the cleaning up. Stayed behind until 1am toiling with a small bunch of meddies clearing up the unsightly mess. Frikkin tired thereafter, my bed never felt so good..
But throughout the event,
I was by no means being myself that night. I was so exhausted. Drained. Not physically, as I had my emergency caffeine fix (2 red bulls!)...but in every other imaginable way. My appetite went down the drain. Neither was I in the mood to chat anyone up :(
Photographed the event, people and food. Tried my best to capture the atmosphere. Not eveyone enjoyed the attention by my freelance papparazi-ing. Forgive me, I needed something to keep myself distracted.
Got acquainted with some new faces. Enjoyed the company. Could have been better if I weren't feeling so detached.
Failed to pay attention when I should be listening. My words came out in bouts of verbal diarrhea.
Played the guitar and attempted a few songs. My lack of enthusiasm showed, I suppose. My voice quivered, lacking emotion..and you call that singing?
Just needed to write this as a reminder, a note to myself.
Perhaps I need a breather. I need a good laugh once in a while.
But I shouldn't let my current mood influence upon how I do things. But I suppose these things happen when you least expect it.
