Gathering
14 years. That is how long I have set foot into any business establishments with resemblance to the functions and ideas of a pub, lounge or whatever people call it nowadays where the alcohol are over-priced and the quantity under-sized. Normally I get my fix for beer in coffee shop. I do not need the loud music, which causes damage to my eardrums in the long run. I do not need the presence of pretty; young; mature; new-age woman to make my beer taste better. It is still as good. Beside, I am engaged! Ha ha. I do not need the lightening effects to create the mood. I just need the company of my good buddies to make the session worth it. I do love and miss the performances of a live band jamming away into the night. The standards have really increased during my time of absence.
Due to a class reunion (If you call an attendance of 5 jokers as a class reunion) as suggested by one of my pals, I just got back from Walawala in Holland Village and I’m feeling as in the lyrics of James Blunt’s song, titled You're Beautiful : “…fucking high!” I would have taken photos of those jokers but all of them are REAL SHY. Ya right, people. I believe you folks. One thing I miss though and have the pleasure of reliving my craving and thirst is that I get to experience the wondrous taste of Bloody Mary again. After 14 years! Guns and Roses aren’t joking when they sung that song. Still taste as delightful as ever. And of course, at the price matching the inflation rates of the market now. None of my 猪朋狗友 likes it. I would say it is an inquired taste, which I have cultivated and loved over the years. Old school you say? Maybe, and I am damn proud of it! Goes to show that once I found something I like, I stick to it regardless of whatever new innovations, products or era. A display of true loyalty and faithfulness, don't you think.
Baby, you heard and read that?
I felt like I had just travelled back in time, embarking on a short journey of reminisces. The days of being wild.
Anyway, for those who are unable to meet it, I have only one thing to say. What a waste! Hope you people can make it next time.
Due to a class reunion (If you call an attendance of 5 jokers as a class reunion) as suggested by one of my pals, I just got back from Walawala in Holland Village and I’m feeling as in the lyrics of James Blunt’s song, titled You're Beautiful : “…fucking high!” I would have taken photos of those jokers but all of them are REAL SHY. Ya right, people. I believe you folks. One thing I miss though and have the pleasure of reliving my craving and thirst is that I get to experience the wondrous taste of Bloody Mary again. After 14 years! Guns and Roses aren’t joking when they sung that song. Still taste as delightful as ever. And of course, at the price matching the inflation rates of the market now. None of my 猪朋狗友 likes it. I would say it is an inquired taste, which I have cultivated and loved over the years. Old school you say? Maybe, and I am damn proud of it! Goes to show that once I found something I like, I stick to it regardless of whatever new innovations, products or era. A display of true loyalty and faithfulness, don't you think.
Baby, you heard and read that?
I felt like I had just travelled back in time, embarking on a short journey of reminisces. The days of being wild.
Anyway, for those who are unable to meet it, I have only one thing to say. What a waste! Hope you people can make it next time.
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