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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.

Before I've been to Adelaide, I was not a beer person. I like alcohol, really, but somehow it's never occurred to me that I should give beer a try. Maybe it's because I grew up watching my dad and his friends drinking beer at hawker centres/kopitiams and I ended up having the opinion that beer is more of a guys' drink. Also, what happened after a typical beer-drinking session (from what I saw when I was a kid, anyway) was lots of belchings. Eee-yurrr. Gross. Plus, my dad developed a beer belly when he was in his 40s from binging beer on a regular basis. Guess that was why I wasn't really interested in beer even though I like drinking other types of alcohol, eg vodka and tequila (I evidently inherited the alcohol-loving genes from my dad).

But while I was happily slogging my life out in my lab last year for my Hons project, my project supervisor just had to introduce me to beer. Thanks leh, Peter. Thanks for asking me if I've ever drunk beer before. Thanks for handing me that first bottle of beer. Thanks for getting me hooked on beer. Now, beer fills my thoughts every single waking moment. Every trip to the supermarket or convenience store will inevitably end up with me staring at that aisle of beer, and resisting the temptation to grab a bottle; and when I fail that miserably, beg my mum (or Aihuat) to pay for it.

I'm so friggin' pathetic.

You may wonder, what's so good about beer?
I can't describe its goodness in detail, but seriously, nothing can beat that feeling you get when you drink beer on a hot summer's day, and feeling its smoothness sliding down your throat... it's that feeling that makes you go oooooooooohhhhhhhh~

Since I'm relatively new to the joys of beer-drinking, I do not really know yet which brands of beer are nice and which aren't. So I tend to try whichever beer is available and keep in mind those that I like (for future consumption). Back in Adelaide, I've only tried Cascade Premium, Hahn's, Coopers, Hoegaarden and Stella Artois. Of which, I like Hahn's the most... it was the beer that got me and my lab mate silent for a moment after drinking, enjoying its smooth descent down the throat, and then saying to each other, "That was good, yeah?"

Ooh yeah~

I thought that I'll be able to enjoy beer in Singapore also, but damnit, that was not to be. First, I'm broke with a capital B-R-O-K-E. Second, my mum isn't exactly pleased to find out about my newfound obsession passion for beer. Third, I can't find any beermates (imagine the horrified looks on my female friends when I ask them if they want to pia beer with me). So, even though I've been back in Singapore for 3 months, I've only drunk 3 cans of beer so far. Alone. It's damn pathetic, can?

P/S: I admit I must sound like some alcoholic, but I'm not. Really. I only think of beer because I can't drink it. Really.
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