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Christmas ( or the transition from its eve to christmas , to be more precise ) was a blast !

Spent it with Mel and Co. at Ian's pub and even strangers got into the friendly fray as we approached midnight , spraying each other down with party ribbon and even foam.

I really liked the fact that for a change everybody's inhibitions were lowered and it was quite a happy revelation to receive random bear hugs , handshakes and wholehearted well-wishes from the usually uptight Singaporeans.

I had a drop too many , and i took full advantage that despite an estimated 7 glasses of bourbon coke later , i was still too sober and my one last attempt to get high by gulping my 8th glass all at once went awry as my body decided to pull a fast one on me and rejected all the alchohol at once and for the first time in my life i puked THAT much and THAT long ** gestures with both hands held at a length from each other**

It was kind of funny to see the trail of destruction left by me and if it was to be a game of Whoddunit and the puke stains were to be the clues , it would definitely be a most straightforward one since it leads all the way to my home as i threw up in the toilet , backalley , on the pavements , in the cab , on the staircase beside my lift landing , and finally into the ceramic throne of my own bathroom.

okay may i digress , while i was in the cab , i wounded down the windows for some fresh air and the crazy driver was doing 120 mph and the gusts of winds were literally slapping my face and it was so bloody strong that i swore i felt my ears and lips flapping softly . it would be such a funny sight and i wanted to take a video of it but my hands were full with clasping the puke-filled plastic bag to my face.

anyway.

To say that i felt like crap would be an understatement.

I felt like FUCK.

In all seriousness , it was really sheer torture to feel queasy but yet nothing comes out but you try and try and try and finally you spit out some really bitter-tasting spit. your stomach bunch up so badly , so painfully that you start clawing at the nearest surface and your eyes start to water .

i was still in a jolly mood though , and i actually had this crazy thought that should one be made to throw up on a daily basis , he would definitely get nice toned abs since throwing up really takes some good stomach muscle action.

And yeah , its one thing to puke while inebriated and another to puke while absolutely sober . I experienced the latter and to be conscious of all of the abovementioned made me feel that dying wasnt such a bad thing after all and whats worse , knowing that you're making a spectacle out of yourself in front of all your friends .

did i mention that while trying to escape from aerosol can-wielding assailants , i overlooked the fact that i wasnt as slim as i used to be ( although i am still very pathetically sized ) and i tried to squeezed in between a very narrow space between two cars and ended up banging into a bumper .

note that i said banging and not knocking so you can imagine what followed after.

a nice bruise blossomed on my otherwise flawless ( ha ! ) thighs and its the size of my ( gasp ! ) palm ( palm as in without fingers lah )

no more mini skirts for a fortnight.

have a fucking merry christmas everyone while i spend my christmas weekend studying. bleh.