A Drop of Heaven
"God created economists to make weather forecasters look good."
Anonymous
Can't help but feel that someone is watching over me this week. When I was caught in a major downpour just outside the office one evening, an umbrella magically appeared before I could curse my luck.
When a biggish story landed on my lap and I had no time to eat dinner, some kind soul sent over "roti boy" bread out of nowhere.
When I've lost hope in ever having a social life, the sweetest people start popping up for drinks and long chats.... even all the way from Bangkok!
But then, Guy Upstairs works the other way around too. We got totally high at the wine fair on Sunday ( and I have a dozen drunkenly-purchased bottles to show for it. Okay, now there's only eleven left. But that's not the point.)
Hangovers, my darlings, are God's ultimate way of saying that there's a price to be paid for everything. No words can describe the pain that hit the Monday after. No words except maybe, "Thank god for panadol".
Why, Raymond Carver and Dorothy Parker did their best work in collaboration with alcohol. Hemingway's most immortal lines in "For Whom" was a tribute to the joys of absinthe for a man working the trenches during the war..... As for me? Well, let's just say alcohol did not turn me into a literary prodigy. In fact, it made writing Monday's story harder, not easier.
Ah, that's the difference between mortal writers and literary gods.
Anonymous
Can't help but feel that someone is watching over me this week. When I was caught in a major downpour just outside the office one evening, an umbrella magically appeared before I could curse my luck.
When a biggish story landed on my lap and I had no time to eat dinner, some kind soul sent over "roti boy" bread out of nowhere.
When I've lost hope in ever having a social life, the sweetest people start popping up for drinks and long chats.... even all the way from Bangkok!
But then, Guy Upstairs works the other way around too. We got totally high at the wine fair on Sunday ( and I have a dozen drunkenly-purchased bottles to show for it. Okay, now there's only eleven left. But that's not the point.)
Hangovers, my darlings, are God's ultimate way of saying that there's a price to be paid for everything. No words can describe the pain that hit the Monday after. No words except maybe, "Thank god for panadol".
Why, Raymond Carver and Dorothy Parker did their best work in collaboration with alcohol. Hemingway's most immortal lines in "For Whom" was a tribute to the joys of absinthe for a man working the trenches during the war..... As for me? Well, let's just say alcohol did not turn me into a literary prodigy. In fact, it made writing Monday's story harder, not easier.
Ah, that's the difference between mortal writers and literary gods.
posted by Erica Tay at 11:07 PM
1 Comments:
I remember having the annual wine fairs at Davenport in Auckland, New Zealand. And having my fair share of reds and whites. Ahh...those were wonderful times. Never attempted to do any work or write anything for the next 24 hours, though. :)
not inebriated (yet),
R.
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