Writing under influence

"It's the first day of the Lunar New Year", I tell myself. I downed 2 cans of beer and started feeling sick. I was chatting with Ben on his impending shifting to Singapore and apparently, our friend seems to have some wrong impression about me. Either he feels I am being over chatty or attention seeking (He told me he needed to get cigarettes and went offline abruptly). Oh well, I know I am not going after him. *shrugs*

I am actually amazed I made to 2012, with His grace. I could look back at the obituaries page and to a certain extent, He save me from having my picture planted in one of those obituary advertisements. Do I have trials coming my way? Of course! But He is my grace and deliverance. Sometimes it's so easy to proclaim faith and it's one of those lucky times when your mood is so good under the influence of alcohol that not even the joker down there can penetrate with his negativity.

I officially declare that yours truly no longer have the kind of alcohol capacity like a few years back, and proud of it.

PS> I am not drunk as I write "Blessed year of the Dragon! May it bring forth good health and fortune to all!"