It was pretty cool. Now I haven't been updating because It's that time of the year, just past
exams where I have very little reason to procrastinate and thus do not
tend to write much, for better or worse. Anyway It's been a pretty packed weekend, starting with Friday, Chris Lee's party:
Long:"Chris where the hell are you guys?"
Chris:"We're at the royal botanical gardens, next to a tree."
Yes Chris Lee, how specific of you. Needless to say both Francis and Long both found themselves a tree to hang out at afterwards. Apart from that, happy birthday to Chris Lee!
Then I had work! Yes I found another job, and yes it is at another Japanese place. And yes the place is actually Japanese in the sense that there are real Japanese people in there, but more on that later. No I'm not making rice anymore, which kinda sucks.
Saturday night was craaaazy. Sam (the ladies man) decided to have a send off party for himself before he leaves for greener pastures, and being dutiful friends we rocked up and tried to get ourselves smashed. I must admit I'd never taken shots from a bar before, being a pov bastard but with so many people to embarrass myself in front of it was difficult to resist. Freaking alcohol is so damn expensive.
So I had about seven standard drinks worth of stuff, and I must say that despite my terrible tolerance (dizzyness after one), It wasn't all that bad. According to alco expert The ©Medkid™®, I haven't nearly had enough seeing as I wasn't making more than three spelling mistakes per line of typing I did, and that he himself did 12 on his first time and still tanked it. Ah well, I guess I'm just not cut out to be one of them.
Had a Bacardi 151, a Tequila and a Vodka from the bar, which I must confess tasted exactly the same to my uninitiated tongue/throat/stomach/whatever you're supposed to sample the shot with, the only difference being the degree of unpleasantness, of which the shots are listed in order of. I did cry manly tears of joy when that 151 went down though, just to celebrate ol' Sammy's birthday.
Wish shots were cheaper, as paying $15.50 for 30ml's of alcohol borders on the realm of ridiculousness. I guess they do provide the atmosphere for doing irresponsible things and the kind of things you'd never get away with, or the stuff you can but only with a lot of swank. While I'm at it I might as well pre-empt the inevitable: I take no
responsibility for my actions while intoxicated. No better way for summing it up than this:
"Free is my favourite flavour."-Hanbo
It rhymes too, how's that for a motto? A happy birthday to Hanbo & Joan too while I'm at it! They successfully managed to make me stay up all night for once, and I must say days are quite short if you don't sleep them. And sleep deprivation is worse than alcohol.
Anyway I'm not paid to write these things and you're not paid to read these either so let's just leave it here for now. This holiday promises to be busy.
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