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Saturday, November 26, 2011

water of life

it's almost 3am now and i was bored so i thought of making myself a drink with the limited resources i have. i went to youtube to search for some whiskey cocktails but ended up watching this series of videos.

there's a bottle of green label sitting in the cupboard, and inspired by the video, i poured myself a glass and dropped an ice cube in.

when i think of whiskey, what comes to mind is all the drunken nights spent mixing cheap whiskey with whatever the hell we could find, but most of the time coke.

there was a period where i could more or less gulp it down without any problem, but one day i got terribly drunk on whiskey and since then the smell of it is enough to give me nightmares.

the first thing the guy in the video did was to smell it. he said "you should get a sense of the outdoors. forest, smokiness, seashore, mint honey, what do you get?" in one of his other videos, he also said that "there is no wrong answer."

well, i smelled it and all the nightmares came right back. i remembered drinking king robert's whiskey (the cheapest and shittiest) at my friend's place in the afternoon and then going to town drunk. drinking martell (expensive and not worth it) in clubs during the time where it seemed to be the 'cool drink' for my friends to buy.

from black label in vietnam and puking black stuff at the airport, to red label in 2010 (elliott smith's favourite), whiskey really shows its true colours when it comes up at the end of the night. puking it out, it gets in my nose, my throat. the smell is unmistakable and unforgettable.

although it may seem disgusting now, those times were really fun, or at least before i started puking. vodka, tequila, beer, they just don't seem to invoke the same kind of memories like whiskey does.

oh, and that glass of whiskey? i took a few sips and it was disgusting so i gulped it all down and it burned all the way into my stomach.

now watch this video for a few giggles and i'll leave you with this song.


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