(And I look back at yesterdays' post and I realised hey! I am still at least 70% what. I typed very coherently ok!)
Courtesy of jsyn, she informed that I had 2 vodka 7up (one of them awfully diluted by ice by the time I got to it. Explain later.), gin tonic, tequilla pop, white wine, 1 1/2 glass of bourbon coke and 1/2 glass of red wine.
Doesnt sound like a lot, my capability to drink sucks, so what?
Oh, and stupid jsyn also complained that I snatched her vodka 7up too. Gey gao meh?!
We are to reach the pub by 7.30, but being as 慢吞吞 as the two of us can manage, also being as directionally-lost as we can ALSO manage, we reached at 8.00.
Food is... food. Nothing to rave about. The food are just there to 垫胃, so fuck care about how they taste la.
There were games to play but I am not interested at all. I am more interested in sitting at the sofa and slack. I dont even want to talk to the colleagues because I am too lazy to make small talk.
I ended up talking to mchl and jsyn only, and was velcro-ing myself to jsyn the whole night because we happen to be in the same group. I am antisocial remember? I fret when I need to speak to people whom I dont know, so I kept mainly to myself.
I didnt even talk to ncn much, nor vnc nor chong (at least not at first) nor.. you get the picture. I was so invisible that I thought I am going to melt into the weaves of velvet of the sofa set.
We ordered vodka 7up (Ok, jsyn ordered and I tagged along her choice, satisfied?) , and I survived on that lone drink for around 2 hours. By the time I got to the bottom of the glass, it was totally diluted by ice. Being sua-ku like I always was, I didnt know what else should I be ordering, but I was having fun camouflaging in the background.
When one of the colleagues ordered 10 tequilla pops, I didnt take one because I can never pop it correctly. I pretended to be deeply engrossed in playing with the plaster fabric on my right middle finger.
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Digression here. I meant to blog this since it happened but it seemed too silly then. Almost one week later and it is still bleeding I think it deserves a mention. I cut my middle finger when my eyebrow shaver slipped. It sliced off a piece of my skin and it had been bleeding nonstop for 6 days.
Vnc was sick of my constant complaining of how it hurts and suggested that I chop off the finger to solve my problem once and for all. I asked him if I do, how am I to show him the middle finger next time? Vnc said I never do that anyway, I told him I just havent got to it only.
Kns.
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I acted like the perforations on the plaster deserved my full attention when vnc asked me why am I not drinking? He jeered at me, saying he said he thought I want to drink until I pi (pi as in pi tor ka as in dead drunk, er, not... ).
All I can say vnc really get a kick out of remembering what I said and using them against me later.
The games were stupid, and I only joined in one. I didnt even want to, but mh keep saying that we (I know he means to say me la, jes is ok) very buay on. On for what. On then will be like him, kena 2 beers in 2 consecutive games.
At around 10.30pm, 2 1/2 hrs after we've reached, my legs had numbed and I was prepared to throw in the towel and go home, if not for the fact that the lucky draw prizes are not drawn yet. Jsyn accompany me to the bar to get other drinks and gamely downed them with me.
I finished my 2nd vodka 7up and then another colleague (that jes knows but I dont) ordered gin tonic for us. He left and Chong joined us and we waited for the lucky draw. Then, I downed a tequilla pop with the three of them. Another colleague who walked by (whom again, jes knows but I dont) joined us for this one drink and left for better company.
I was already beginning to feel the effects of the drinks by then. My stomach was warm and I was prepared for more drinks. I was clapping and chanting "Nonde nonde nonde Nonde nonde nonde!!" ('Nonde!' means 'drink!', btw.)
Chong grabbed more drinks for me and I downed them in amazing speed. I am fully aware of my actions but I cant control them. I was just grabbing the glass and tipping the contents into my mouth.
I stopped at the bourbon coke when jsyn snatched it away from me. I tried to snatch it back but I was grasping at air only. I put on a sad face and asked jsyn to return my drink to me. She refused and shoved ice water in my direction.
The host continued to call out for the lucky draw winners and I sat there feeling the full punch of the drinks kicking in.
Vnc came over to ask if jsyn was leaving for he would be going to amk. I hugged the chair I was sitting on, trying to maintain balance. He asked if I was drunk? I remember I nodded and said something. Exactly what I cant recall. I could only recall minutes later jsyn told me my number was called and I threw the lot at jsyn, ranting that she must collect my prize for me.
She wouldnt, and I ask her to accompany me then, because I know there are steps around the dance floor and I dowan to fall flat on my face. Like I say, although I was aware what I was doing, and that I was drunk, I cant steer myself to where the host is.
I practically pushed my way to the front and announced, too loudly, my number and I WANT MY PRIZE!
Boss (I mean THE BIG BIG BOSS) extended a hand for me to shake before he gave me my prize. I think he saw that I was already tipsy and he was shaking my prize in the air trying to see if I can catch it. I shook his hand and snatched the prize from him and slurred a thank you.
(Jsyn pointed out to me this afternoon when I called her, that it would be my eyes playing tricks on me. She said TBBB might not had waved my prize in the air and I had probably conjured that image in my stupor.)
(Maybe.)
I walked back to the sit beside the bar where I spent another 10 minutes or so. I dont know what happened during the span, only remotely conscious that chong had suddenly disappeared and many people walked by to informed jsyn what prizes they recieved.
Jes is a popular figure in the company ok?!
Vnc also came by to inform her that he recieved 20 movie tickets for his prize. I interrupted (as though they were talking to me, but hey, I was supposed to be drunk, I am sorry to be so talkative ok) and told him if he dowan the tickets he can give them to me, and I will go watch narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia narnia... while poking my fingers in the air and trying unsuccessfully to pronounce 'narnia' legitimately.
Suddenly, I realised I must go home. But I saw yp sitting at another side of the bar and I went over to speak to her. There I drank another half glass of red wine before I decide that it isnt nice and I dowan anymore of that. I told jsyn I want to go home already and I staggered to where my bag was and carried it on my shoulder.
In honesty, I cant recall much of this part, but jsyn filled me in. She said I carried my bag and asked, a little TOO LOUDLY, ncn is she going home yet. She said something which I interpreted as negatory. I walked unsteadily across the dance floor and towards the exit, where jsyn intercepted me and asked me how was I going home?
I told her no worries, it is still early, I am still conscious, I am taking train home!!! She stopped me and told me vnc would send me home. I dont know if I said anything else, but I turned around, pulled her with me and walked towards vnc, handed her to him and threatened him to remember to escort jsyn home. I waved nonchalantly and left the place.
Downstairs and beside the road, jsyn caught up with me and told me vnc is sending me home. I shrieked (oh gosh, how can I do it when I am so aware of my silly conduct) that I DONT WANT! I WANT TO TAKE TRAIN HOME and jsyn immediately let go of me, recoiling in horror I guess.
I shook my head trying to clear the wool inside and I crossed the road. Jsyn filled me in that the traffic lights turned against their favour (their meaning herself and vnc, I didnt know vnc was downstairs too) and by the time when they could cross the road again, they had already lost sight of me.
I am amazed with myself, for from somerset mrt station, because I changed my mind to take 105 home instead, I walked all the way to far east plaza. I was sober enough to know I should take the underpass and down at the underpass, I stopped to clutch my head and I sent a sms to mashi to tell her I was drunk and I am feeling terrible.
Also along the way, although conscious of my behaviour, I couldnt stop myself from voicing out my thoughts. I kept saying that I need to walk straight and I need to follow the tiled path along orchard road, all along speaking out loud. I realised of my noisiness and I hushed myself, out loud again!! (My gosh!)
The bus came almost immediately, god bless me, and I boarded the bus and I called mashi and I cant remember much about what I told her. I told her I was drunk and my head is spinning I guess. She laughed at me, telling me not to drink so much if I cant hold my drinking.
I told her I didnt drink much, but I may have downed them too fast.
Then I called jsyn so that she would not be worried about me. I was awake enough to do so ok. She informed that vnc is sending her home, and I dunno what else I told her.
Then I supposedly called vnc to remind him to send jsyn home but he didnt answer. (I know I am a nag, I am worried for jsyn cannot ar?)
I called lao da after that and I asked him where he was. He said he is at andy's place. I rattled something to him then I supposedly asked him where he was. (Haha.) Lao da filled me in that I was repeating myself, like 3, 4 times!
He said I mentioned I was bullied at work and I was told to do drawings that I dowan to do. He asked me was it so bad? I knew I cried while I talked to lao da but I cant remember why. Lao da said I told him someone wanted to drive me home but I reacted very violently against it. He said I told him I DOWAN HIM TO SEND ME HOME. (Yah, I was screaming on the bus.)
I vaguely remembered calling vnc again after that to make sure he was sending jsyn home. I thought I talked to him, but jsyn said I might have remembered wrongly for she was in his car and I didnt call after the first call.
Hmmm, weird, I thought I did? I thought I reminded him to send jes home? Luckily jes is safe now, if not how?
I was clear-headed enough to alight at the correct bus stop and I remembered I started singing '遗失的美好' on the short walk home. I recalled my voice came out still nice and strong, but that could be my illusion. Haha.
Ok, that sums up almost the whole drinking spree. Funny how 5 hours can translate into such a lengthy entry.
Another summary.
People are always saying what kind of drunkard they are. I never knew what kind I was because I was never this seriously zonked.
Some people splurt foreign languages when they are drunk, some cried like mad. Some become too passionate, some would sleep.
After yesterday, I realised when I am drunk, I act 120% as compared to my normal self. I talked at a volume of 120%, I was 120% talkative, 120% emotional, 120% aggressive, 120% giggly.
Haha.
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