The jukebox plays my song:
my child {kpop}
lee min woo

As I promised in my last post, I will let you peek into an extract of my diary which retells about the queer, unwise and somewhat fortunate event of my first time drinking which happenned at the beginning of the year ...

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Saturday, January 27, 2007

I woke up feeling very unstable indeed from yesterday night's experience of sipping too much alcohol. One sip turned into two sips. Two sips turned into a few sips. A few sips made me blush furiously (in which my sunburnt face did not help in appearance-wise) and a few more sips made me tipsy. (don't worry I'm legal and that's right, I have an extremely low alcohol tolerance but then again, dad has a very, very low alcohol tolerance and neither of my parents like drinking very much).

Okay, so I promised myself to never touch a drop of alcohol. I lied.

& after all, yesterday was Australia Day - what better way to celebrate the day than turning feverish and chucking a violent pms. Lol. They say when you're drunk you are either a happy drunk or a sad drunk. I m the 3rd case. Yes, just like pms - hectic mood swings. Happy one moment. Sad and drowning in one's own misery the next. A minute later, I am "squawking" and "flapping my arms frantically" (I do not believe a word of this chicken act) as my sister (who only drank lemonade thank goodness.) Passionately enjoyed describing. And after the high comes the low. I was sobbing and crying ("wailing" as Thomas likes to put it), and murmuring my woos and woes like an old man on his death bed. Thank you to Thomas, Kenneth and Vanessa for listening to me babble on about - oh gosh - nothing, I hope. =.= (what did I rave on about yesterday night my dear friends??!! And oh dear Kenneth - I just met you...=.=") but anyway, I on the other hand believe I am the 2nd case; not the 3rd. Everyone goes up and down when it comes to being drunk. I say I m a sad drunk and had a fine time being one with Vanessa.

Perhaps it is to blame on the variety of alcohol bottles that were displayed before me. There was Rum Ron Bacardi Superior, Johnnie Walker Black Label Old Scotch Whisky, Jim Bean Kentucky Straight Boubon Whisky, 1765 Hennessy Privilege (which happened to be reserved for the "mature" and "responsible", i.e. Parents), and I cannot remember the rest (yes, there were more!! *gasps*). Needless to say, I tried all of them because I am a curious fellow... I figured out I must find a type of alcohol that I can drink without puckering up my lips in distaste. Rum is disgusting. Whisky burns. Champagne is bitter. But red wine is nice. Australia Day proved to be a day of discovery for an innocent 16-years- 24-months-old girl. I also discovered 2001 Vasarelli Vineyards Mclaren Vale Cabernet Franc red wine. It's nice but not as nice as 2005 Amberton Shiraz Rhone blends which I fortunately could take a sip of last week at my uncle's place. ^^ yeah $200 for a bottle of red wine, that's what uncle pays for. Is that expensive or is it average amount to pay for red wine? *shrugs* I don't buy alcohol. But yes, red wine is nice and that is all I can say. Rightios. ^^ but I won't be drinking it anytime soon for my headache is torturing me.

Fortunately I did not vomit. I m glad. Otherwise I would have woken up to the atrocious smell of - I can't remember what I ate yesterday - all rolled up in one mixed in stomach acid. Eurgh... ><" mum who was surprised (and unhappy) at my low alcohol tolerance was not surprised about me not vomiting. After all, at the tender age of 4 I had swallowed a whole shot of liquor instead of smelling the wine like dad wished for. HAHAHA!! Xd dad and mum loves to retell that story...(o'.'o) like yesterday night, at the age of 4, I had flushed a brilliant shade of red and later bloated with water to flush the toxins out. I shall do the same now. Bloat myself with clean fresh water. Experiencing the feeling of being drunk , I decided to do some research on how much I damaged myself from one day's worth of drinking.

• It turns out I was smart in choosing to drink red wine!! ^^ woot. Experts say "1-2 drinks of red wine per day are, in fact, protective to the heart" but alas, I drank other beverages in which "No benefit has been found in any other form of alcoholic beverage" ><


• Drinking increases absorption of calcium, magnesium, zinc, phosphorous and potassium but its diuretic effect causes the elimination of the same nutrients.


• Liver is scarred
  
• Brain cells diminished =.=

And please, allow me to preach:

• In the Short Term, the risk to people's health and social well-being comes from occasional drinking episodes that are confined into a single day. Short Term harms include injuries from violence, accidents, falls, having unprotected sex, and alcohol poisoning. (I feel fortunate)


• In the Long Term, the risk to people's health and social well-being is associated with regular and repeated daily drinking, defined by the total number of standard drinks per week. Long Term harms include diseases such as cancer, diabetes, and brain damage.
  
• So watch it - don't binge/drink too much! Its bad bad bad!


• And from a personal point of view, if you drink, make sure you have people who you can trust to look out for you!!

But really I must say, all alcohol tastes horrible. They burn your throat, squeeze the tears out of your eyes....and leave you feeling warm inside until you're a blubbering mess from being so high/low and leaving you feel very ugly. I know, no need to tell me, I can never become a wine taster.

I feel very down to earth right now...

I wish to wee wee all this alcohol away from the insides of me.

Bye bye. Off to the toilets I go. =D



...(and I choose not to hear that the alcohol has been absorbed directly into my blood stream already.)

and never will this sort of incident ever happen again. ever. ^^

p.s: a big shoutout to Esther and Alice; two lovely girls who i bumped into the other day and chatted away, catching up with each other about the last 6 months we hadn't seen each in. =]


cotton candy = l♥ve.

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