It has been said and established that I can’t hold my liquor.
Puked after drinking (only) 2 glasses of margarita at Holland V just now. Felt terrible, especially the moments just before the regurgitation was emitted from my stomach. The worst thing is: the toilet was occupied at that moment, so I had to hold my puke in my mouth for a couple of minutes.
Eeeww….
Anyway, this brings me to a point that we often think that we know ourselves. I always say that I’m a sensible girl who knows my limit. But freak accidents/unexpected events crop up. Thinking that “I know I won’t”, “I know my limits” or even just “It won’t happen to me” is really a trap that people often fall into. This drinking incident and the events happening to the friends around me have proven that the unexpected often occur to the most improbable people.
A note to myself: Be careful and be alert… Low crime doesn’t mean No crime? (haha… Singapore Police Force spokesperson) Temptation is actually not lurking to catch us unaware, but it twinkles so prettily at eye level that it’s just so irresistible.
“Lead me not into temptation but deliver me from evil…”