1 Night of madness



Believe me, I really wanted to blog earlier, but I've grown tired of waiting for the 'mind blowing ' pictures of Friday's drinking challenge at Double O bar. So I decided I would just blog without pictures for now. I will just skip the events of last Friday and jump straight to Saturday instead. Lets just assume Friday was fine for me but majority of the rest were either high or wasted. Lots of things happened that night as well, black Friday I would call it. Will talk about it together with the pictures tomorrow.

Saturday, what about Saturday? It was going to be just another normal night of bar-hopping, chilling and some boozing with SzeWei at clarke quay. We first hit Brewkerz Bar to watch my Liverpool game on the TV. I had a pint of 'Indian Ale' after which I hit the bowels (toilet) non stop, this beer was good except that it didn't seem to go well with the appetizing dinner I had with Carol at Sushi Tei, I guess Beer/Ale just dont go well with beef. I said so because I ate alot of beef there, including a heavenly-like Steak Sushi.



Everything seem fine after hitting the toilet for quite sometime. We ended up going to central mall to look for Qi. That girl was walking like a swaying coconut tree and its was like so dangerous especially with those heels she's wearing, wat if she tripped & fell? Thank god nothing of such happened and we made it back to Mos.

We spent a difficult period of time looking for a table to place our drinks before finally settling down in the sofa area of the Smoove R&B members' area. We drank all sorts of stuff there, tequila shots, some 'stolen' chivas without mixture, white wine, whiskey dry and others. I was dead sure I was still okie by then. It was when we decided out of boredroom that we'd make people drunk that everything started going horribly wrong, for me of course. Lets just summarize everything up in 1 sentence that Qi blasted to me the day after.

"If u wanna make them drunk and screw them, do u think u have the capabilities? What do u think u are trying to do with your one man show?"

I had intentions of drunking everyone I saw, but I had no intentions of screwing anyone. Certain things Iko said on Friday night came back to my mind and out of rashness, I challenged them drinking even more mixes. I couldnt recall what they gave me, but I recalled drinking Baileys neat, without any mixers. What happen after that was all a blur. For the first time in my life I couldn't recall what actually happened. I had no idea how I got out of the club or who sent me home. I only recalled throwing up like an idiot outside. I have never threw up so badly before, not even during my last wasted moment at Zouk some 3 - 4 years ago. It was only when I was sober the next day did i realized it was due to insufficient food in my stomach to digest those alcohol. I had afterall shitted everything out after drinking the Indian Ale earlier didn't I?

I had always talked and laugh about how people who got wasted are so bad at controlling their limits and now I was one of them.

When I woke up at 11am the next morning, I was filled with pain, cramps and a painful head that seem to last longer than the great wall of China. There wasn't anyone at home and to my horror, I was still in those fucking smelly and disgusting same clothes I wore the previous night. Immediately I changed my clothes and tried finding someone who could take me to the hospital. The pain was unbearable, I felt like there was some creatures tearing my stomach apart inside. Out of thirst, I drank a Yakut and end up throwing up again.

Eventually, Kelvin, Alvin and Elmo came over and drove me to Alexandra hospital. I'd always be grateful to them for this piece of kindess and help. Thats what friends are for I guess. I found myself back at the same Emergency ward like 5 months ago when I broke my pinky finger. They rehydrate my entire body, injected alot of 'god know what' chemical substance into me, making me drowsy and feeling like my entire body's breaking down.

Laying on the bed for almost 4 hours, I finally felt the effects of all those injections and medicine. I ran straight away to the toilet and let out everything. It was disgusting and horrible, thats all I will say. Don't wish to spoil any appetite out there.

Alcohol poisoning and acute gastritis, they diagnosed me with that and gave me 3 days MC which was the only bright spot in what were to be a painful and miserable experience. I was able to discharge as an outpatient and made my way home myself. From the moment I went home right until now, I could still feel all the side effects, restless, split headaches and a very numb body.

Thanks to everyone who'd expressed their care and concern, everything's better now and I'd have to stay away from alcohol for 1 week and avoid mixing my drinks for another. It's a painful experience I won't forget, I knew where I went wrong. I knew why despite drinking more mixes on friday, I didn't threw up or anything. The difference was that I drank with a full stomach on Friday and an empty one on Saturday.

I still do not think I'm a bad drinker, actually everyone's a bad drinker because no matter what, everyone will get drunk if they keep drinking more. A good drinker, I believe is one who's able to hold his liquor well and know his limits.