twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Friday, September 27, 2013
◔ 10:42 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s) | ❝ Stupidiest night ever x Living Vicariously ❞ |
This is for everyone who wants to live vicariously through me:-
Totally kidding btw, it was the stupidiest night of my life and I really will never ever ever do anything this stupid ever again.
So here I was, all dressed up for the UCL event of "Born in the 90s". Was totally excited for it, but I just has to ruin my night out of my own stupidity.
We went to Ifor Evans and I bought drinks, so check out what the fuck I bought:
The sight of it makes me want to puke so badly now.
Ok buying it was not the stupid move, drinking half a bottle of it, neat, was the stupid move. There is a reason why everyone drinks it with a mixer but here I was just drinking it neat because I did not have a mixer and I actually am alright with drinking vodka neat. And I got really carried away that I finish half the bottle.
Ok I shall go and wash my raspberries and eat them because I am feeling hungry and I do not want to puke at the thought of the amount of vodka I put down my throat.
Just came back from my raspberry feast. The raspberries here are not particularly sweet, and neither are the blueberries. And they are not cheap either. But I love my raspberries and my blueberries and my bananas. So glad that I bought bananas yesterday afternoon (impromptu decision). When I woke up this morning I did not feel like eating at all but I know that I have to eat because food will absorb the alcohol (and the reason why people puke is that their stomach is agitated by the alcohol). So I ate two bananas, had a really hot shower, and felt so much better. Thank god that I did not have a hangover; really have my high alcohol tolerance to applaud.
Anyways back to the story: we took a bus to Leicester Square (the clubbing venue) and it was during that journey with all the shaking that I started to feel terrible. I puked about a mouthful of vomit the moment we got off the bus (into the rubbish bags of course, no less).
I almost got denied entry into the club cause they knew I drank but my friends defended me saying that I was alright. Went into the club, went to the toilet and puked some more into the basin. Drank two mouthfuls of tap water and went out to sit down cause I knew that I would be alright but I just needed some time to chill out. But because I was sitting there, I was asked by the security to leave and sober up.
Becca and Shaun (I think?) came after me, and persuaded me to get on a cab. They put me on a cab, and Shaun sent me back on the cab. When I asked him to take the cab back and gave him some money, he declined and said that he would take the bus. I swear he is the sweetest guy ever and I am so glad to have met him. I have no idea how to make it up to him, really :( any suggestions? I was thinking of treating him to a nice meal or something like that, feel really terrible. I vaguely remember telling him (cause he was an English student) about Paddy Clarke and Siddhartha and Great Gatsby and what not (omg the stupid things Fiona do when she is drunk).
Went back, but I did not crash. Had a hard time falling asleep, but I finally did. Woke up at 4AM and had panadol. Went back to sleep till 8AM, and had a hard time trying to sleep. Finally slept from 9 to 930AM and then got up, felt better, and dragged my sorry ass to school.
I felt really bad that morning, not physically but mentally, to have burdened my friends so much :( sigh and this is why I would never do something that stupid ever again.
All that drinking last night made my nose really sensitive today. I would feel nauseous whenever I smelt cigarette smoke or exhaust fumes. It got better by night time. I guess it is true when they say that the effects of drinking last 24 hours?
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Anyways, had a good day today. Went to Camden, and we had really cheap pizza - 5 pounds for a 12 inch pizza wtf:
Maria with the pizza that we were sharing. She is from Cyprus and she is totally cool and awesome and not to mention a national Taekwondo fighter. Going to drag my ass down to do Taekwondo with her tomorrow (and I dragged her to do MMA and Mountaineering with me hehe).
Honestly, who can resist these good pizzas. For like 5 fucking pounds?!?!
At night, met Aunty Siak for dinner at Leicester Square. Initially wanted to try the Four Seasons restaurant which was supposedly the best Chinese food around, but there were too many people. Will totally go back one day and take photos and blog about it ok? So in the end we had Rasa Sayang, and I ordered Assam fish wheeee~ missed my super spicy Asian food.
Me: "I had assam today"
Lucas: "tea?"
Only he'd assume that I was atas enough to know how to drink assam tea HAHAHA.Labels: college, daily, food, friends
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