Tuesday, 18 August 2015

My allergies towards alcohol.

Man this sucks. When I was a kid, back when my allergies weren't back, I would often drink alcoholic beverages. My parents allow me as long as I don't go overboard, you see. Beer, wine, spirits, anything. I wasn't addicted or anything, I just loved alcoholic beverages. I don't drink them frequently, just once a year, during Chinese New Year when everybody loves getting drunk. I know my stuff around famous wines like Gallo Chardonnays and Chianti Sangioveses. I hated strong liquors, but margaritas were an exception. When I went to Korea, I tried their famous Soju, and it tasted like shit. Literally. Never liked it. And then when I went to a Japanese restaurant in Kuala Lumpur, they served proper hot sake. Some might hate it, but I loved it. It's very bitter at first, but  it hits you with a taste of Japanese rice after the bitterness goes away. The lingering fragrance of rice stays in your mouth, and the after taste just makes you want to eat cool or chilled food like soba or sushi. But I hated the actual smell of sake. Reminds me of a can of paint.

So anyways, I was happy I was able to try all sorts of alcoholic drinks when I was a kid. But one day, when I was 15, I was on my plane back from Shanghai to Malaysia, when my aunt ordered a can of beer. As most of you may know, oriental countries like China, Shanghai and Hong Kong are famous for their canned beers since their alcoholic content is much higher when compared to canned beers from America. Tsingtao, you name it. So when I heard that my auntie decided to order a can of Chinese beer, I had to try it. I asked for a Dixie cup, and poured some out of the can. I then drank the contents of the cup without any worry since I must have done it so many times already with other beverages. I then proceed back to my place and continue watching my movie.

A few hours later, I noticed something strange. First off, my heartbeat started increasing rapidly. I started to sweat profusely, as if I had just stopped running a full marathon. Next, my back gets really itchy and turns red. I also get huge patches of welts, which means I can't scratch it or else it'll fucking blister and it'll hurt. Like REALLY hurt. Damn thing hurts even just by LOOKING at it. And whenever I sweat, more welts come up and it'll start hurting and itching again. I searched the symptoms online, and found out apparently I was allergic to alcohol. For fuck's sake.

But you know what? I'm rebellious as ever, and I'll probably still drink alcohol. Because why not. Hey, you only live once. And to be honest, alcohol tastes good. Who hates alcohol? I mean it tastes good (varies on different people) and it makes you feel less stressed. So why not.

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