A Drunken Affair : How many shots do you need before you get all 'Merry'?

i celebrated my 22nd exactly a week and a half ago. so here are the pictures and to make things more interesting, it will be in terms of the stages in getting wrecked.
so read on, and find out more for yourself

my 22nd. what i had in mind, and what they planned for me were completely different. there was not supposed to be any party going on. everything was supposed to be a tame affair, friends chilling out together for a couple of drinks and everybody goes home sober.

but it was not to be. justin and co. had other plans for me apparently. a surprise they say. i swear i have never had so much alco in my body, not even for my 21st. if you happen to be one of those unfortunate beings who were not blessed with an adequate arithmetical skills, my 21st was on the year before.

why don't we let the pictures speak for themselves. sit down, relax and enjoy yourselves looking at me getting thrashed and all sloshed up.

i started off all pumped up, as spirited as i was it was not meant to be a night that i go home sober.


stage 1 : completely ok

eric, sanjay and paul. somehow jay always has that puss-in-boots face on his face in pictures. bad habit!

paul, chris and zai zai from f4

and then it came

eager hands and itchy mouths that just can't wait for their first sip




ellooo kiru!


krish, and his no nonsense, always dependable and never to live without mug of stout



stage 2: dawn of a new era

this is the stage where you see everything in a different light. strangers instantly become good friends and everything that previously seems so tight and tense starts to loosen up.


started off with 'who's the duck'. signature drink.
this is where it all started. who else, if it wasnt justin (and yes i have not forgotten about you jay).


5x9=55?


next up, poison ivy.
mental arithmetics went haywire soon after this. i lost track of how many i had. it was more than 12, according to one of the culprits

shao, the sweet little pony



stage 3 : starry starry night

when your vision is blurry, your speech is slurred you have difficulty balancing yourself, you know you are almost there.

it's all kicking in now, yes... and you can feel the burn in your veins

triple vision, couldnt believe what i was seeing

hello, nice view



and your friends will have a great time making fun of you.


stage 4: climatic finale, making your home on the floor.


you are advised to go to clubs with beds


and you will do the horizontal dance. by yourself

then your friends will have a great time taking your 'once a year look' pictures (and a hard time helping you to walk to the car)


and after that, the term 'never gotten drunk' does not apply on you anymore



Got up from the bed, posed for this picture, and went down again.

lesson learnt : sometimes it's bad to have friends who care :)
All in all, it was a great night.
The only thing that comes close to it was FREEDOM. And I will blog about it.. soon.




ps: The next day was HELL.

Food For Thought : Domino Effects

So there was I chilling in my living room , eyes glued to the TV set while a dvd is playing.
Blue skies and perfect whether. What else could I ask for? And if it makes you wonder, yes...It was a wonderful Saturday afternoon.
'Flood' the movie was playing on my player. To sum it up, it was a movie in which it rained almost 97.5% throughout the entire show. But it was a good show(at least to me).

The reason I say so is because I DO NOT consider myself as an avid movie-goer.
Basically that means I can get enticed easily by movies that has
i) guns and camos
ii) sports cars
iii) RPGs (Rocket-Propelled Grenades)/Bazookas
iv) and an obscene amount of explosions on the cover.

I call this the Syndrome of Action Movie(SAM) which I strongly believe manifests itself in most, if not all the guys out there. Just think about it.

What is so fun about love stories, teenage conflicts that often leads to heartaches, horny doctors(i'm so going to get sued by the hordes of McDreamy lovers out there) and anti climax wedding flicks when you can have 200 soldiers shooting each other's arms and heads off with M16's while their beloved countries are doing their best to wipe each other off from Google Earth's next edition?
Or a hot chick chasing baddies on a Bugatti Veyron. Roar.. Now that's what I call a Flick.

Back to reality.
It was an almost surreal feeling when it started raining outside while I so engaged in 'Flood'.
Crap*. So i thought to myself.
-AND THERE GOES MY SUPPOSEDLY 'WONDERFUL' SATURDAY.

So I was wondering..
Has anyone of you felt the effects from the price increase yet?
Personally, I have not felt anything (at least not yet) thanks to the fact that I managed to fill my ride up on the day the price increase was announced. And all that after 1 1/2 hours of waiting at the petrol station. Pathetic.
So my friends and readers, be good be nice and make full use of the comments chat box.

In the meantime, do not worry too much about flood. The only flood that i could think of is the amount of bull**it that my good friend Sam can flood me with :)

I will be back soon (i hope so too)

Defiantly Yours
Ps: I miss Freedom.

pps : But not the food

A magnificient new start, or just a pathetic comeback?

Everybody hates to twist and turn on the bed but that was exactly what I was doing before I started writing what you are reading now.
Apparently my body clock is not in sync with the timetables set for early classes and there I was, lying down trying to catch some(but much needed!) sleep.

After a while I gave up entirely on it.
Thoughts hovering over my head for no apparent reason.
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Oh wait, my first post on blogspot?
A definite cause for celebration I'd say.

but ...wait a minute. I had a blog, I gave up on it.
And I shall spare myself the shame and embarrassment of announcing the address of my now defunct blog. Oh trust me, it will make you laugh so hard you'd probably fall from your chair and suffer from a chronic stomach ache (yup, just by laughing).
Looking back,I have absolutely no BLOODY IDEA about what the hell was i thinking then.

And a friend just made a bet with me. Loser cooks. The bet? My current blog will not see it's first month anniversary.
I'm fine with that, but COOKING?
That's right! COOK?? I trust my OWN cooking...not hers though *cheerful glee*
Right....enough of my own pathetic laments.

I have not given up on trying to sleep YET mind you!.
And yes, that is what I shall do.
Will be back when I feel like it.

ps: anybody else up for the bet? But lets not bet anything that has to do with cooking :)
EDIT : BLOODY PETROL PRICE INCREASE!!!!!!!!!!!