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So, for the first time ever, I had tried Alcohol. Soju, to be more exact.
Soju is like vodka, except it's distilled from sweet potatoes and has about 25% ~ 30% alcohol content. It's sweeter than vodka, they say.
Anyway, my friends and other people from my department were having fun, and I thought, what the hell, a couple of drinks won't kill me. I let the festivities begin.
After 2 glasses, I had this weird sensation that I was hit in the head with a sledgehammer, and of strength escaping from my body. It was interesting enough that I decided to keep on drinking. I went around and around, sharing drinks with anyone that I had met at least 1 time.
I had finished a bottle after half an hour, which is about 360ml. The sensation was truly strange. I was becoming disoriented, and my senses were considerably dulled. I was beginning to worry about my cognitive abilities, and went on to self-test, with a non-drinking friend as control.
I recited the powers of 2, from 2^1 to 2^20. Simple multiplication, check.
2 + 2 = 10. IN BASE FOUR. I'M FINE! Or at least I thought I was.
After another bottle, and much more fun, I was seriously having trouble with motor functions. My thinking wasn't too affected, however, as I managed to pretend drunkenness to do a multiple of things, including getting a girl drunk, and swearing at pretentious people whilst knowing that I'll get away with it. After someone tried to kiss me, and I managed to dodge it, I knew that I was good to go.
Unfortunately, as the night came to a close, my friends didn't see it that way. One of them took my phone, and called my house. I managed, however, to bring another more drunk friend with me, after being escorted by a friend who likely thought that I was completely intoxicated and unable to function properly. Far from it. I was completely aware of my actions and their probable consequences. I was only having a little problem walking.
I woke up the next day, feeling a little bit of a headache, gulped down some caffeine (never coffee, coffee is disgusting), and went to school to graduate.
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Graduation!
It sucked. High School, while with some bad times, was still very fun. Especially compared to my earlier years. My friends that I made in high school made up for the cauterization of tear ducts caused from staring at books too much.
University prolly will suck in comparison. My high school days will probably be remembered as the height of my life. The rest will go downhill, with my plans for the total hegemonic domination of all humankind ruined.
Don't congratulate me.
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Tradition and stuff.
First of all, I'm not religious, but I do have respect for the semi-religious rituals that we do on the Lunar New Year.
My grandfather, my father, and I set up a table to honor our 4 nearest ancestors and their wives. We placed food on it, had a little piece of paper with the titles and names of those ancestors in the center, scent and little smoking sticks that gave off this interesting, sickly sweet smell (incense, I believe it's called) on the front, and lit 2 candles on each side of the table.
The interesting part is, we set up the table as if we were feeding live people. We moved the spoons around to give the impression of eating, and every time we filled the respective glasses with rice wine.
The thing was done like this:
Grandfather grabs a glass and pours alcohol
Father takes it and waves it around on the incense
I take it and put it to it's original location
with varied rotations - with utmost care and respect
With each cycle, we got up, and bowed, our knees and forehead touching the ground. We did it about 6 times.
After the little ritual was over, my grandfather took the little piece of paper, and set it on fire, holding it as long as he could before scattering the ashes into the open skies.
The food was by then cold, and we reheated it and ate it. My mother told me that it would bless me or something, but I had my doubts.
After that, we bowed to our relatives, and they gave us money. A tradtition, so to speak. I was lucky to have a big family on my maternal grandfathers side; I received nearly $500.
And that's it. I always wondered why people drank alcohol. Now I don't.
Soju is like vodka, except it's distilled from sweet potatoes and has about 25% ~ 30% alcohol content. It's sweeter than vodka, they say.
Anyway, my friends and other people from my department were having fun, and I thought, what the hell, a couple of drinks won't kill me. I let the festivities begin.
After 2 glasses, I had this weird sensation that I was hit in the head with a sledgehammer, and of strength escaping from my body. It was interesting enough that I decided to keep on drinking. I went around and around, sharing drinks with anyone that I had met at least 1 time.
I had finished a bottle after half an hour, which is about 360ml. The sensation was truly strange. I was becoming disoriented, and my senses were considerably dulled. I was beginning to worry about my cognitive abilities, and went on to self-test, with a non-drinking friend as control.
I recited the powers of 2, from 2^1 to 2^20. Simple multiplication, check.
2 + 2 = 10. IN BASE FOUR. I'M FINE! Or at least I thought I was.
After another bottle, and much more fun, I was seriously having trouble with motor functions. My thinking wasn't too affected, however, as I managed to pretend drunkenness to do a multiple of things, including getting a girl drunk, and swearing at pretentious people whilst knowing that I'll get away with it. After someone tried to kiss me, and I managed to dodge it, I knew that I was good to go.
Unfortunately, as the night came to a close, my friends didn't see it that way. One of them took my phone, and called my house. I managed, however, to bring another more drunk friend with me, after being escorted by a friend who likely thought that I was completely intoxicated and unable to function properly. Far from it. I was completely aware of my actions and their probable consequences. I was only having a little problem walking.
I woke up the next day, feeling a little bit of a headache, gulped down some caffeine (never coffee, coffee is disgusting), and went to school to graduate.
=====================================================
Graduation!
It sucked. High School, while with some bad times, was still very fun. Especially compared to my earlier years. My friends that I made in high school made up for the cauterization of tear ducts caused from staring at books too much.
University prolly will suck in comparison. My high school days will probably be remembered as the height of my life. The rest will go downhill, with my plans for the total hegemonic domination of all humankind ruined.
Don't congratulate me.
=====================================================
Tradition and stuff.
First of all, I'm not religious, but I do have respect for the semi-religious rituals that we do on the Lunar New Year.
My grandfather, my father, and I set up a table to honor our 4 nearest ancestors and their wives. We placed food on it, had a little piece of paper with the titles and names of those ancestors in the center, scent and little smoking sticks that gave off this interesting, sickly sweet smell (incense, I believe it's called) on the front, and lit 2 candles on each side of the table.
The interesting part is, we set up the table as if we were feeding live people. We moved the spoons around to give the impression of eating, and every time we filled the respective glasses with rice wine.
The thing was done like this:
Grandfather grabs a glass and pours alcohol
Father takes it and waves it around on the incense
I take it and put it to it's original location
with varied rotations - with utmost care and respect
With each cycle, we got up, and bowed, our knees and forehead touching the ground. We did it about 6 times.
After the little ritual was over, my grandfather took the little piece of paper, and set it on fire, holding it as long as he could before scattering the ashes into the open skies.
The food was by then cold, and we reheated it and ate it. My mother told me that it would bless me or something, but I had my doubts.
After that, we bowed to our relatives, and they gave us money. A tradtition, so to speak. I was lucky to have a big family on my maternal grandfathers side; I received nearly $500.
And that's it. I always wondered why people drank alcohol. Now I don't.
