Saturday, July 26

liquid room 

I dreamt of mushrooms.

I received an e-mail forwarded by KC about a boy and an apple tree. The tree symbolizes our parents and the boy us - how we can always rely on our parents especially when we are down and out. This is the statement of the week, Mum and Dad were real bricks and supportive financially. They didn't press to much about my future plans as they didn't seems to think I have one. It is not utterly untrue.

I am learning to multi-task. I was watching the last episodes of the Channel U's two Hong Kong serial after dinner. I washed the dishes, bathed, worked and typed out Mum's Reading Month activities for two levels and dressed up for the nite's out. All in two hours. The ending of both shows are so predictable, the main characters paired up and live happily, ever after?

I drove the car to SGH to meet Dad and walked to the Liquid Room at Roberson Quay after handing the car over to him, I almost forgot how the clubbing scene was like in the wilder days. I like the place as it has alfresco seating and the Bar Counter overlooks both the inside and outside area of the pub. The ambienec is trendy, a little metalic and the staff wore full black. I sat at the Bar Counter on the outside and had two servings of Snowball, old habbit dies hard.

Still remembered the time when the gang of Four put our money into running a pub on top of juggling between tight schdule of shuttling between four different camps. The travelling between different work places did found time for us to skive in dealing with the Pub's affairs. Rick, the brain behind the idea of operating a pub, was the one that introduced the low alcohol-frizzy-sweet drink with an enticing bright yellow glamour. He aspired to a bartender.

I never liked alcoholic drinks nor having hang over the next day so I have Snowball at pubs most of the time. I ever got drunk downing twenty-four servings of the drink non-stop on my twenty-fourth birthday and probably had make it into the Giuness Record for the first man who got drunk over a cocktail. I left at two without smelling like an ash tray, though I finished more than half of my hard pack Menthol Lights.

I had a funny dream that mushrooms were growing from my legs and I thought I could pluck it off to cook.

A wake up call to be self providing?

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andi at 09:33