Give up smoking

Quite obvious really but if you want to dramatically improve your health then you need to quit smoking. You will lower the chances of developing cancer, heart disease, lung disease and death and if that’s not good enough food will taste better, you’ll smell fresh and you won’t harm others around you through second-hand smoke! So what’s stopping you? Visit your GP for help – they can talk you through the process of quitting and can prescribe you nicotine replacement therapy if required.

Alternatively visit the following NHS website for more advice:

http://smokefree.nhs.uk/

Cut down your alcohol intake

Occasional drinking is fine, so long as you stay within your limits. Ideally men should regularly drink no more than 3 – 4 units a day where as women should drink no more than 2 – 3 units per day. A glass of wine is typically 1.5 – 3 units, depending on the size of the glass and strength of the wine. A pint of beer is around 2.8 – 3 units. Men should try and stick to 21 units per week, whereas women should stick to 14 units. Cutting down your alcohol intake will lower your chances of liver disease and may make you sleep better. Your skin and eyes will become brighter and you’re likely to lose weight. Alcohol affects your body’s absorption of vitamins and also reduces cardio-vascular fitness and muscle growth. So if you want to improve your general levels of health – drink less.

Learn the benefits of healthy food

Many of us eat when we’re hungry and don’t really think about what we’re putting into our mouths, but the purpose of food isn’t to just fill our bellies. Food provides us with vital vitamins and energy and helps us to grow and stay healthy. One of the best ways to become healthy is to educate and familiarise ourselves with food: the body is like a machine which requires healthy fuel to make it run efficiently. Try and eat your five portions of fruit and veg a day, don’t load your body with fatty foods, but above all have fun with your diet – a healthy balance equals a healthy mind.

Take up regular exercise

If you want to immediately feel good about yourself then get out there and release those endorphins! Try going for a brisk walk for a minimum of 20 mins x 3 times per week, then when you get used to this swap walking for a light jog, swim or a bike ride. Not only will this make you look better but you’ll also be brimming with confidence and have a healthy mind.

Take time out to meditate

Long term stress can suppress our immune systems, which can then potentially lead to mental and physical illness. Take time to wind-down at the end of the day and relax. Try yoga or meditation – just a few minutes of deep breathing exercises a day can greatly reduce stress levels.

Visit here to try meditation for yourself:

www.learningmeditation.com

My good friend Duncan showed me this movie the other night and I laughed out loud almost the whole time. Not only is it funny because the writing is good but it’s funny because its true…sadly,sadly true. It didn’t get huge distribution but for those of you with Netflix you should be all set. For those of you without Netflix, join us in the 21st fucking century and get Netflix for christ’s sake!

100% AWESOMENESS. Not quite as much of a banger as the Avicii edit, but still sick. Enjoy!
Tim Berg – Alcoholic (John Dahlback Remix)

TRAS LAS PISTAS DE LA MUERTE:

No recuerdo nada de anoche.

Debí de beber demasiado.

Eran las doce y estaba esperando a que llegaran mis amigos. Había pensado en celebrar mi cumpleaños en un parque cercano al río y allí emborracharnos a un precio económico, más tarde iríamos a algún bar a votación.

Recuerdo saludar a mis amigos y recoger el alcohol que habíamos comprado en un “Día”, ahora que tenía la mayoría de edad todo era más fácil. Llegamos al parque, el alcohol corría por doquier y los juegos de cartas aumentaban la rapidez de nuestro consumo. Recuerdo que, cansados de los juegos de cartas, comenzamos a cantar a coro y nuestros cuerpos se tambaleaban de un lugar a otro.

De repente, sin saber cómo, aparecí junto al río. No estaba sola por supuesto, estábamos todos embriagados por la frescura que se desprende a las 2 de la mañana desde las aguas contaminadas. Era luna llena, podía distinguir las caras de mis compañeros de juerga. Alguien propuso jugar a la botella y todos le vitoreamos por la idea.

No teníamos botella.

Alguien propuso ir a buscarla en el río. Todos deseábamos el agua pero nadie se atrevía. Varias parejas comenzaron a enrollarse sin la necesidad del objeto y yo, que no iba a ser menos, agarré a una amiga por la muñeca y me la llevé a la presa.

Realmente no sé con cuál de mis amigas me lié, pero aún puedo oler su pelo y el sabor a vodka negro con mora de su boca. También recuerdo con cierta vergüenza algunos detalles más sobre su cuerpo y que desapareció cuando le llamaron al móvil.

Debí de resbalar de la presa anoche porque he aparecido a la orilla del río, calada hasta los huesos y con la ropa llena de verdín. También tengo sangre en las manos y barro bajo las uñas.

He abierto los ojos despacio, me duele la cabeza. El sol pega por todas partes y, aunque tenga los brazos pálidos, me escuecen. Se me han clavado varios guijarros en la cara. Alzo la vista hacia el río, probablemente he perdido la cartera y las llaves de casa, me van a matar.

Mierda.

Hay un cuerpo flotando en el cauce. ¿Y si anoche no resbalé yo sola?¿ Y si arrastré a aquella chica conmigo?

Entro en el agua de nuevo, mi amiga o lo que quede de ella está en la zona profunda y no me atrevo a avanzar más. Vuelvo a la orilla, salgo del apestoso río y me dirijo al parque en el que anoche celebré mi cumpleaños.

No hay nadie en al calle. ¿Qué hora es para que nadie esté en la calle? El sol está en su cenit.

También perdí el reloj.

Vuelvo al río y trato de sacar el cadáver por confirmar. Una vez en tierra le doy la vuelta y…

Unos ojos pálidos y carentes de brillo me devuelven la mirada. Unos ojos grises y tristes. El cadáver, ahora sí, confirmado, tiene la piel blanca casi transparente, su rostro está plagado de venas. Tiene los labios violetas y el cabello cobrizo enredado. Un par de lágrimas tratan de escapar de mis ojos, pero es imposible, porque lo que tratan es de escapar de otros ojos.

Estoy muerta, soy yo.

 

Ontario stands firm on street racing law Toronto Star  A judge overturned the stunt-driving conviction of Jane Raham, 62, of Oakville who accelerated past a truck to get out of its blind spot. A second Ontario judge has ruled that the province’s stunt driving legislation is unconstitutional, but provincial police say they will continue to lay charges under the so-called street racing law.A street-racing charge automatically leads to a conviction, which can carry a minimum fine of $2,000, an immediate driver suspension and vehicle impoundment, as well as a maximum jail sentence of six months.Justice Peter West, a provincial court judge in Newmarket, found that an accused driver’s Charter rights are “clearly infringed” by the potential jail time because the law doesn’t permit the person to put forward a defence. More than 15,000 drivers have been charged under the stunt driving laws since they were introduced in 2007, Ont. street-racing law constitutional, says AG CTV.ca

Judge tosses stunt-driving charge as unconstitutional National Post

EVEN COPS DO NOT THINK SPEEDING IS A SERIOUS CRIME…

Feb. 10 2009 4:35:51 PM  The Canadian Press  TORONTO — It appears no one is exempt from Ontario’s street racing law — including the police. A provincial police officer in an unmarked vehicle was stopped on Highway 403 on Jan. 31 for driving 65 km/h over the limit. Det.-Const. Heidi Fischer was charged after an investigation determined she was “not within the lawful execution of her duties at the time.” Because she was charged with exceeding the speed limit by more than 50 km/h, her driver’s licence was suspended for seven days — and her police vehicle was also impounded for a week..

ALL THESE HARSHER POLICE DEMANDS ARE MAKING CANADA  A  POLICE STATE

http://picasaweb.google.com/anonconformer/Thenonconformer# OR http://www.mininova.org/tor/3176107

And do see  also the other posts here about bad cops, alcohol and speeding.. 

http://postedat.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/the-unfortunate-facts-of-life/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2008/06/15/bullies-free-speech/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/09/02/drink-alcohol-and-die/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/01/02/alcohol/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/third-police-vehicle-impounded-under-hypocrtical-speeding-legislation/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/02/08/drunk-driving-arrests-jump/

http://postedat.wordpress.com/2008/07/16/a-blatant-tax-on-the-motorist-speed-cameras/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2008/09/16/call-it-what-you-want-but-it-is-not-about-safety/

http://thenonconformer.multiply.com/journal/item/1/No_cop_is_above_the_law

http://postedat.wordpress.com/2008/12/26/paradoxically-despite-all-the-dangers-warnings/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/09/19/pretentious-incompetent-in-real-life/

http://thenonconformer.wordpress.com/2009/09/10/speeding-is-not-the-major-cause-of-car-accidents-still/

As an archaeological journalist,  I’ve spent much time over the years hanging out with archaeologists in bars and restaurants around the world. Archaeologists are well known for their love of drink, and some of the most liquid evenings I have ever spent were in the company of archaeological teams.

So, from time to time,  I will write here about the wonderful drinks that archaeologists particularly love—from Greenlandic schnapps (made from the intestinal contents of birds) to  Andean chicha brewed from corn fermented by human saliva.   But I thought I would start off this series with a huge favorite of many Andean archaeologists:  the Pisco Sour.

Pisco Puro is a clear brandy distilled from the juice of the black quebranta grape which flourishes in the sunny fields of the Pisco and Ica Rivers in Peru.  Spanish colonists brought this sweet grape to the New World and began distilling brandy from it at least as early as 1547, less than a decade and a half after the conquistadors executed the Inca king Atahualpa.

My first encounter with a Pisco sour came when I was travelling on assignment to Peru during the very ugly civil war there during the early 90s.  The Shining Path guerillas were not only setting off bombs in Lima and shooting entire villages in the Andes, but they were also targeting foreigners.  A week before I arrived, they hauled off all the foreign tourists travelling on a bus to the highlands,  and shot them, as a message to the international community.

All this was rather unsettling both for me and for the Canadian archaeologists I was travelling with.  But my story focused on new research on the Nasca culture of Peru’s arid coastal desert, and I had an unforgettable journey.   For several days, I travelled with Andean archaeologist Patrick Carmichael by Landrover along the roadless and largely uninhabited Pacific coast:  our destination was a Nazca site he had just found by surveying near the mouth of the Ica River.   But it was a difficult journey:  the Landrover repeatedly broke down,  often leaving us stranded hours from any hamlet.  But the driver was a gifted mechanic,  and every unplanned stop seemed to produce some kind of wonder.  At one point, I strolled away from the mechanical problems only to find two human mummies protruding from the sand.

Our journey ended in the city of Ica, and I still remember the delicious luxury  of clean sheets,  running water, and a very good Pisco sour.

So here is my recipe for this very South American drink.  I’ve adapted it slightly from a recipe in a book I really treasure,  Tony Custer’s The Art of Peruvian Cuisine (Ediciones Ganesha, S.A, Lima).

Ingredients:

To make the sugar syrup:

one-half cup of sugar

3 tablespoons water

To make the drink:

5 ounces Pisco

2.5 ounces lime juice

1 egg white

Ice

To Serve:

Angostura Bitters

Preparation

To prepare the sugar syrup:  Put one-half cup of sugar in a small saucepan with 3 tablespoons of water,  just enough to moisten the sugar.  Bring the mixture to a slow boil and while stirring, cook until all the sugar is dissolved.  Remove from the heat and set aside for a few minutes.

To make the sour:  Pour the lime juice and the Pisco into the warm sugar syrup and stir thoroughly to blend the ingredients completely. Pour the mix into a blender jar and add just enough ice to double the volume of liquid in the glass.  Blend on high for an additional 30 seconds to crush the ice. Add one egg white and blend on high for one minute. Transfer to a pitcher and serve immediately in either old-fashioned or white wine glass.  Place a drop of Angostura Bitters in the middle of the foam in each glass.

Serves 3.

November 19, 2009 A MAN used the Internet to lure six college students into having a sex party with his friends at a resort in Bentong, Pahang.

According to Harian Metro, police found that the man had also been organising sex parties with students in Kuala Lumpur, Malacca, Negri Sembilan and Selangor for the past year.

The man was detained along with five others aged between 20 and 22 after authorities conducted a 3am raid on the apartment he had rented.

It is believed that the man, together with his friends — two of whom were civil servants — had persuaded the students to have sex while under the influence of alcohol.

The students, all aged 19, were willing participants in the party.

Three couples held at the scene were tested positive for the drug ketamine and had 2.3g of the same substance with them.

If it’s not worth talking about, then it must be time for the Not News of the Week.

Only in America is livestock something a part of urban life. A cow decided to take a late-night dip in its neighbour’s pool. A woman was home alone when she heard the cow jump into her pool. It wouldn’t have been a terribly big deal but the pool didn’t have any steps in or out of it. The Anderson County Technical Rescue Team had to be called in to pull the cow out of the pool with the heavy equipment. No word if the woman’s homeowner’s insurance covers damage to the pool caused by runaway cows.

There are many questions asked in police brutality cases but I’ve never heard anyone ask “Is it okay if someone asks me to tase someone else?” An Arkansas police officer is under investigation after he tased a 10-year-old girl because her mother asked him to. The officer was investigating a domestic disturbance where a girl was kicking and screaming when her mother tried to get her to shower before bed. The officer tried to take the girl into custody but was kicked in the groin for his troubles. When the girl’s mother gave the officer permission to tase her daughter, the officer used a hand-held taser to the girl’s back. The Arkansas State Police won’t punish the officer because they figure that if he hadn’t, he could have hurt the girl… Worse than trying to electrocute her, I guess.

Good news for alcoholics like me. A recent study says that drinking lots of alcohol is good for your heart. While heavy drinking can lead to other related conditions, your chances of heart disease is much lower than the average person. Better news for me is that they benefits of heavy drinking for your heart is greater for men than women. Men who drink the equivalent of three shots of vodka a day or more saw their risk of heart disease fall by 50%. So when you pass out at your office Christmas party, it’s not because you’re a lush, it’s because you’re concerned about your health.

Today’s youth are being increasingly pansified by overprotective parents. Take this latest example of the downfall of America’s youth. A family is suing a middle school after their son was hit in the head during a game of dodgeball. The family’s lawyer complained that balls were flying everywhere and there was a complete lack of supervision. Well, isn’t that was dodgeball was all about. The fact that the kid was in the bleachers and not even playing dodgeball at the time is inconsequential. If he was in such rough shape from getting his bridgework done, why was he even at school? And how can anyone have such poor reflexes that they can’t get out of the way of a stray dodgeball? The kid got what he deserved, I think… Except it’s horrible in the “I don’t want to get sued” sort of way.

Over the course of a couple of days, the US Postal Service went from being worse than Satan to being the hero to kids across America. The USPS made a decision last week to end the program that allowed kids to write letters to Santa Claus and get a letter in response. The official reason was privacy concerns but I figure that it had a lot to do with eating the costs of writing, printing, and mailing letters to the kids. Anyway, a group of volunteers in North Pole, Alaska, have come to the rescue with USPS approval. A team of 100 people will now answer letters sent to 1 Santa Claus Lane, North Pole, AK, 99705. See, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

freshman year of high school i ended the year the same way i ended every other school year of my life: all A’s, sweet, innocent, and the epitome of daddy’s little girl.

that summer i took a turn – maybe for the worst, maybe the better, who’s to say – nonetheless it was a turn. it was the end of the summer, and me and two of my friends wanted to get drunk for the first time. we made a call, got the liquor – AND THAT WAS IT.

in that moment, i changed.

i was no longer sweet, no longer innocent.

i snuck out of my house on a daily basis, dated older guys, i was no longer the epitome of daddy’s little girl – more like daddy’s little girl gone wrong.

now, don’t get me wrong, at face value, i was still that innocent little girl, but i had secrets. secrets that i made sure my father would never find out, secrets that NO ONE would find out unless they became friends with me.

my sixteen birthday, i didn’t get the big extravagant party that everyone hopes to get. i had dinner with two of my friends, got home after dinner and waited for my father to go to sleep. after the snores filled the house, we hit the liquor cabinet. got drunk. went out. and had a good memorable night.

sophomore year of high school, i went to my first college party – got pissy drunk. threw up everwhere. and woke up with the worst hangover.

sensing a pattern?

my pattern was alcohol – and it was only gettin worse.

junior year was a whole ‘nother story. every weekend me and one of my aces were at a party every weekend. drinking. dancing. partying the night away. junior year, my and my o t h e r ace skipped track practice to go home and hit the liquor cabinet at 10 am.

this is the route my life was going.

senior year – well summer after senior year kinda of set the whole thing off. from senior week. to end of the year parties. to mid-summer parties. to graduation parties. to end of the summer parties. cancun. to say the least – that summer was a blurr.

college has been no different. a lot of shit i have gotten into has involved liquor. mistakes have been made. mistakes i sometime wish i could take back. but those mistakes have shaped who i am today.

i’ve put down the bottle too many times. but the i picked it back up.

so why is this time any different?

cause this time i mean it.

i have lost all desire for alcohol.

holidays are different.

any day other than that – well lets just say

it’s time i grow up.

Whether paid product placement, sponsorship or just plain luck, Johnny Walker Black received some prime time love from Lady Gaga in her performance spot of her new song “Bad Romance.” Are brands forcing these opportunities or are artists doing this on their own. Either way, there is a natural fit and perhaps an opportunity..

Footage courtesy of ABC and AMA’s..

Matthew 12:34
…For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.

The words that spew forth from our lips is a reflection of that which bubbles and wells within our heart. Our mouths reflect our hearts. But, our mouths may not always fully reflect the perversity of our hearts, because of the self-restraint we may place on our mouths. However, I am convinced that alcohol often provides a window into one’s heart. As each drop slides down the back of the throat, the reigns on one’s tongue, holding back and restraining the perversities welling up within, begin to loosen. It is this liquid that will aid in revealing what is really and truly in a person’s heart. After all, what do the Scriptures say concerning drunkenness and our words?

Proverbs 23:29-35
Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has strife? Who has complaining? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes? Those who tarry long over wine; those who go to try mixed wine. Do not look at wine when it is red, when it sparkles in the cup and goes down smoothly. In the end it bites like a serpent and stings like an adder. Your eyes will see strange things, and your heart utter perverse things. You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea, like one who lies on the top of a mast. “They struck me,” you will say, “but I was not hurt; they beat me, but I did not feel it. When shall I awake? I must have another drink.”

letting go…

slumber party…

accessory…

measuring up…

picnicking problem…

looking down the…

looking for Thanksgiving…

lost and found…

For those not living in Australia a little preface might help.

Schoolies is a yearly event participated in by throngs of school-leavers (aka Year 12 students who just graduated from high schools) at Surfer’s Paradise. There are often official events where it is supposed to be drug and alcohol free. It’s supposed to be a week for the school leavers to party and celebrate the end of their compulsory formal education.

The problem is that, even though the official events held during schoolies week is sectioned off with guards and entry is only granted on the occasion that the participant can produce a current school identification. However, due to this event being held on the Gold Coast, many school leavers from far and wide converge on this small tourist strip and literally take over the town. They drink, and get drunk. Every year the police force wastes unnecessary man power to guard the youth of this generation from drugs which somehow manage to infiltrate the strictest security.

This weekend past alone, 69 people got arrested due to being too drunk on the streets. Seriously, 17 year olds wandering the streets drunk. There was even a 12 year old who went to Surfer’s Paradise with a friend so that she could party with the older kids. What is this society turning into? Binge drinking era where booze is the only outlet one can find?? That’s some major screw up. I don’t see why booze are such an attraction anyway, you pay big bucks for the results which are, but not limited to, lack of coordination, lost of mind control over bodily functions, incoherency, tendency to act rashly, and so on.

I understand that a lot of people enjoy the feeling of being tipsy. It boosts their confidence in being able to do things that are otherwise impossible to them. However, that does not apply to me. I hate the feeling of not being in control of your actions. It’s so dangerous. What if in that state of mind, you accidentally do something that you would regret for life? So why the attraction of ecstasy pills, marijuana and alcohol utterly baffles me. But I guess being young, consequences aren’t high on the priority list. Timely enjoyment is more of a priority.

So the part of this that’s really crazy is – the couple who were leaving and I enticed them to stay and drink with us for a while – I completely forgot about them until the next Monday when I was at work.  I thought a new client had come in, but oddly enough, it was the male half of the couple.  Turns out he’s our delivery man.  Weird, I know.

He lights up! when he sees me and he says “Omg well hi Annie!” and I’m in my head saying “Well hi… weirdo?” but I smile and say “Hey buddy! How are you?” Which leads to a bunch of chitting and chatting and us having a generally good time for about two hours.  He doesn’t have a clock and I never have any real work to do.  He goes out with me on a smoke break and he says “Well can I come back later and pick up the order forms?”

Of course I said yes.  I always say yes.

So He comes back at 7:30 and it’s dark – winter is coming – and he wants to talk.  He tells me that the woman who I thought was his wife is actually his girlfriend.  I find that interesting as they have 5 children – two of which are his.  The other 3 are by three different men.  I tell him they should facebook me and he makes a face like he has to poo.  I ask if he’s a myspacer or -ack – a tweeter instead of FB and he says “We don’t have a computer… it doesn’t do good things for us.”

I immediately make a frown and say “Porn?”  He says “Worse.”  I say, “You cheated?”  He says, “Nope.”  I say, “She cheated?” He says, “Three times.”

We start talking and at some point he says, “Would it be so bad for me to cheat on her?  She did it to me.”  and I know exactly what he’s getting at.  He wants to fuck me.  So many of them do – I can almost smell it on them like cologne.

During our conversation, he tells me that she is so jealous that she has stalked women she thought he was interested in – that she’s been violent before, and immediately I know even if he was single, nothing would happen between us.  That type of crazy just isn’t my style.

So weeks pass, we don’t talk at all, none of us – except for the occasional stupid forwarded text from her.  Then yesterday out of the blue he texts me, D-Man, we’ll call him.  D-Man texts me and says “So about your birthday party (which is coming up), what kind of present should I get you, and will I be getting raped afterward at your house?”  I tell him “Uh… something expensive and no.”

He immediately responds and says “Well since I’m not getting raped, let me know what day it is so I can make sure not to be there.”  I tell him “You better be there and you better bring your wife too.”  I consistently refer to her by either her name or the pronoun Your Wife just to keep things in line.  He says, “But I don’t want to bring her, I want to be with you that night.”

Crazy, his wife, she’s like 5′10” and maybe a buck 20.  The chick is a butterface with a great body and a nice enough personality.  But he hates her.  Literally, he’s been emasculated by her and feels trapped because she has two children with him.  He hates every minute of being around her – he says.  But let me say this – if it was bad enough, he wouldn’t be there.  He’s still sleeping with her at night – they’re still fucking – He’s still supporting her while she’s in school.  He can say he hates her all he wants, but I’m not an idiot.

So he is texting me about how much he wants to be with me and I know it’s leading to a bad spot so I regulate and get it straight.  My text says something like, “Look, ur rly cute n if u wer sngle, id b all about tht, bt ur not. i dnt fck married men.”  The next text: “& i dnt apprci8e u tryng 2 use me 2 get back @ her bcos ur mad @ her rite now.  uncool.  get it 2gether.”  The last text: “U wanna b my friend, b my friend. but im not fckng u – ever. it will never happen baby. ever.”

That’s clear, isn’t it?  I think the only clearer thing I could have said was “SHUT UP BITCH, I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK.” But I’m much too classy for that language.  LOL!

So he texts me this morning and says “Annie do u live alone?”
Me:  Yep, y?
Him: Maybe I can come over 2night n say hi? LOL
Me: Ur welcome 2 cme ovr n say hi, y dont u bring ur wife w/ u?
Him: No I wanna come by myself.
Me: Thats fine, we’ll sit outside n smoke.
Him: U wont let me come in?
Me: Nah.

How much clearer can I get?  Apparently I needed to get a lot clearer because 2 hours later I get a text: “I can’t do this. I don’t wanna b that guy. I have 2 believe she won’t cheat on me. I”m a pussy.”

I return a text that says “What the hell are you talking about?  Did you think you were gonna fuck me?  How do I make it any clearer to you?  We’re friends.  That’s it. Really.”

I get no response.  Around 8 I send a text that says “D-Man, did you get my text?”
Him: Yeah, I’m @ home.
Me: O… K.  So u can’t respond?
Him: No, texting is cheating.
Me: uhm… latez.

Seriously?  That brand of crazy between him and his wife is just one I can’t get with.

The thing that makes me most angry about it is he really was using me – even though I said it in the beginning and he denied it.  Even though we didn’t have sex, the point is he finally got some attention from a woman that he doesn’t get at home – and that had him flying high.  I mean… when a chick tells you she’s never… NEVER going to have sex with you and you somehow still think she’s trying to have sex with you….

That’s a brand name I never want to have in my home.  Crazy: It’s always around somewhere.

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I will be lying if I say I was not excited about Day 6(Saturday). I was going to reward myself with couple of drinks after an abstinence period of 13 days. Not bad, as it was I who has increased this period from weekly to fortnightly.

Moreover, had to attend a marriage that day with M. M had requested me not to have any drinks before function but I was overly excited to listen to any advices.

Took some strong RUM that day. Old Monk, 7 years blended. Since I drank after such a long gap, it showed its effects almost immediately and I was in a state of mind that was quite familiar to me couple weeks back.

Saturday is over and with that my 2nd installment of abstinence starts. I am increasing this period again. Will have the next drink on 17th December, my birthday. This will be a gap of 27 days.

Wish me success and good luck for the same.

Alcohol Quote of the day:

Every inordinate cup is unbless’d, and the ingredient is a devil.

-  William Shakespeare, Othello, Act II Scene III