This is a story about the consequences of a birthday celebration. The guy holding the blue box in the background is the birthday boy, YX. We’d just celebrated his birthday in a typical drinking fashion and this is a photo of the three of us at a carpark at Sentosa at around 2 or 3am (I think). As obscene as this photo may look, the guy with his head on my lap is really just sleeping/drunk/unconscious.
Honestly, I’m not very sure why I was sitting on the floor with him or why his head was on my lap. I don’t remember posing for the photos either. Actually, until I recently revisited this photo, I didn’t remember that it was a birthday celebration.
Here we are again, out of the carpark and somewhere in Sentosa. What I remember is that we stumbled along some path until we came across this huge tent. It was probably set up for some event planned for the next day, but the entrance was open and we went in to lie down.
Once again, I have no recollection of this photo having been taken. However, these photos all somehow appeared in my phone. Hence, I truly appreciate the modern day advantages of having cameras in our pockets wherever we go, to capture these memories that otherwise would forever remain forgotten.
August 26, 2015 at 11:45 am
Liquour really do wonders to our memory eh! But the power of a camera, you can’t delete memories in a Photograph! (unless its deleted)(but you can still retrieve it back if you sent to the repairshop)
August 26, 2015 at 5:03 pm
omg. esmond…cool story tho. HAHA THANKS FOR SHARING
August 27, 2015 at 8:21 am
What a photo! Yes, the picture speaks a 1000 words, and sometimes even the wrong words. Perhaps your narrative is about mistaken circumstance: the loss of memory, the misleading evidence, the confusion of purpose and meaning. It would be interesting to explore what you don’t know in addition to what you do. Often the best narratives come from the things that can’t really be explained.
September 2, 2015 at 7:49 am
I just love the raw honesty here, that makes you that much more human and relateable. It reveals a side of you online that is rarely evinced onsite, where you strike me as the quintissential or consummate artboy and undergrad.
It is great to observe that you are just as comfortable as Angel and Jaysee, with the unvarnished truth.
Are the three of you the bestest of friends online and onsite? I ask this because I am impressed with the trust that you have in one another, which undergirds computer supported collaborative learning. Learning is facilitated when learners feel safe within the online and onsite learning environments. In geek speak, we say that the affective socio emotional dimensions of interpersonal engagement, undergird collaborative learning.
September 14, 2015 at 3:28 pm
I think we’re ok haha but just more like comfortable with ourselves and therefore willing to share more perhaps haha
September 2, 2015 at 8:25 am
I am relieved that you survived the experience unscathed Esmond.
Your writing reminded me of my NS buddy who was also intoxicated when he celebrated his return from UNSW after completing his undergraduate studies. As I was a teetotaller, I avoided the celebration.
Unfortunately, he fell to his death from his flat at New Upper Changi Road at the age of 25. His intoxicated guests could not recall the events that led to his plunge.
I don’t mean to be a wet blanket, but I do wonder if my presence as the only sober buddy that night, would have changed anything.
On a separate note, have you created art while drunk? My art lecturer used to do that.