Wow, me so excited. There will be FOOD! And, of course, the incessant supply of alcohol, my friend. No Shandong party is complete without all the people getting drunk. Seriously. No alcohol, no face.
Well, freaking number of dishes is well expected.
I started off quite decent. I know I shouldn't drink with an empty stomach and damn it I forgot to stuff my stomach with evening primrose oil and all the wonderful alcohol resistence things that I know.
People were eating away, but Yeng was crazily drinking away. She was too excited with all the free beer.
Somehow, I still remember the dish I liked the most for the night. It's all the things you can find in a pig. Blood, ear, instestine and etc. It's hot and spicy. It works just so well with the beer.
Well, half way through, we were asked to perform on stage.
It was junior's, Sammy, birthday. She's a Malaysian, so the rest of the Malaysians were asked to sing her birthday song and so we did in Cantonese coz it's exotic to our Mountain East friends.
I think I was pretty tipsy by then because for the life of me I cannot recall what we did afterward.
When we got down, it's more Gan Bei.
And more. Well, I was pretty drunk by now, because my face was bloated and sat laughing on my seat.
Tipsy classmates went on stage and sang more KTV.
I couldn't really walk on my way back.
Half way, my classmate called for help and a bunch of people turned up to carry me back. And I only wanted to sleep on the roadside.
When I got back to my room, the world is literally spinning around me and I threw up at least 3 times by now.
Beautiful Pearl, my Taiwanese friend, and ClockFullMoon, my other Taiwanese friend, gave me acupressure on my hand and feet that corresponds to my stomach and liver. Senior pastor PHD candidate friend brewed Pu Er tea for me. GlorifyYourAnchestor, my classmate, gave me acupuncture on one of my foot. When they all left, senior classmate stayed and running up and down putting on a hot towel and changing it frequently for 2 hours. My god, what nice hospitality!
Amazingly, I regained my sanity at 1 a.m.
The next morning, I remember I was constanly being slapped at while lying on my bed. And that I found a bite mark on my right shoulder. I don't know who carried me home. Whatever happened man?
That's it. No more alcohol for me.
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LOL, very entertaining.
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I remember I was drunk once.It's horrible and I said to myself, "never ever gonna be drunk again".
And I realised it's not the right way of enjoy the alcoholic beverages. Haha!A lot to learn..
Besides, lately I found that it's funny and horrible when you saw your friends are getting drunk.
They started to talk in funny way.. Volume is higher than usual..
Oh ya..How's your bite mark? Have you found out who did that to you?
Wanna ask you one thing.. How to justify if he/she is mature enough?
I'm confuse lately.
Maturity is something we all tries to achieve our whole lifes... There is no clear definition, I think. A political answer would be the ability to differentiate what should and should not be done according to social expectation... I guess. It is also knowing when, where and how to do the right thing. My own version is the Middle Way, 中庸之道, the Noble Eightfold Path... 八正道。:-)
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