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Dice Gaaaame!!! No, not the Mooncake Festival Dice Game. But the same dice game that got me drunk a few weeks ago... or was it a month ago.

This time around, my aunt and I, the ladies get to drink a alcoholic plum drink. At first glance, you'll think, is that honey? It's not bottled fancifully. It's contained in a, yup, a honey jar: small jar probably around 50oz, yellow cap, simple label, honey-looking color. Above all that, the drink's great!

The moment the drink touches your lips, you'll feel nothing can taste sweeter than this. Then sourness rises over the sweetness. But it's not too sour that'll make you long for the heavenly taste of a lemon. Tama lang ang asim. After all the regular plum flavors settle, the alcoholic taste kicks in.

The trick here is to sip it or take it in small shots. Sure, it's hot down the throat, but the lingering sweet-sour-alcoholic zest makes it more than bearable.

heheh And as for the guys?

Well, my cousin had this huge jar of medicine kuno for his aching back. Dunno where the hell he got the Chinese herbs doused and sitting in 20g of huangjiu (yellow wine). For the uneducated, un-baptized, untrained out there, huangjiu is probably the local wine with the highest alcoholic concentration. So imagine the strong punch with an even stronger punch from the herbal concoction.

I met this INTOXIFICATING potion first time when I was sweeping our pad. My bloodhound nose picked up this weird smell, which eventually led me to this hellish mix. It was sealed and wrapped in plastic then, mind you. I think even without my inane smelling talent, its smell would've caught my attention. And we're just on smell there, care to taste?

Going back to the dice game, hehe, our beloved guys, my uncle and my cousin had to drink this for their consequences. And if the game was imbalanced enough, their shots are greater than our shots. hahaha

It's priceless to see my 52-year-old uncle squirming and making faces like a 5-year-old who got a surprise injection or pulled by the ear by a tyrannical granny. Even more priceless to see my cousin got caught in his own bluff 3 times in a row! Here he is with a Santa Claus body, jumping (with his man boobs and tummy blobbing up and down with him), flinging-flanging his arms like a wet bird flinging-flanging water from its wings, flopping down on the sofa like a whacked fish.

hahaha Man, I should've known there was a camera on top of microwave. Those 2 men-of-the-house are just hilarious!

I played the game real well tonight! I'm proud to say I didn't end up drunk as my uncle had expected and I played the rounds real well. I lost more than a couple of times but they were worth it. Learned a few tricks and like I said, the drink's great!

Not too good for my cuz though. We went home and on our way, he said he feels like throwing up. I said, no you're not going to blow up at our pad. (That would mean I would've have to clean it coz he's too messed up.) So he said, ok he'll throw up along the way since there are patches of grass behind low-lying bushes. And throw up he did. His "lwoeu...bu-lah..wul-lah.." can be heard resonating from the tall buildings in the silent 1am cool night. The moon's perfect for werewolves, bright but hidden in passing clouds, making it more weird for this type of scene.

Casually, I took the keys to our pad and his man-pouch, walked past him, up the stairs, into the elvator and into our pad. I could still hear his "bu-lah... wul-lah..." a minute after I settled into the couch.

When he came in, he said, This is my advantage (comparing himself to locals or to his peers). I could get drunk, continue what we're playing, then throw up after the game, and feel refreshed and alert afterwards. Ain't I amazing?

Hmm... It is pretty amazing he doesn't need to tickle his throat to barf. He does not lie when he said he's so gotten used to throwing up, he just bends and force the ghastly contents out.

Other than that regurgitating skill, I don't really see what the amazing thing is. Why would you pay someone to make that hellish "pain-reliever" in the first place?