wmp: dashboard confessional, stolen

last friday we had lunch at cdans and had a go at the laser quest and air rifle range. it was good fun. i came back home to put my bags down before meeting the guys again back at jp. we proceeded to town where we found finally found the ying bar somewhere behind far coast. they were waiting for us there already. i lost count of the number of bottle of chivas they opened. all of us young and old, had somewhat the time of lives. we had a moment outside and jj passed me one of his cancer sticks and i had a go, against all the preaching i've heard lifelong, bearing in mind still that they're called cancer sticks for a good reason. ahaha. i realised it's been awhile since i've really tried something new(not that that's gonna be a perpetual indulgence).

at the end of it all, three of us by a curb outside a 7 elevan feeling like crap, i told myself this weekly affair has got to stop. whether it will, again, that is another matter. i mean, the occassions are never ending...

i've recently framed, perhaps, three of the best photos taken throughout the past few years. yet to find a spot on the wall though. will probably get a another frame. let the good times continue to come always man...

the week ahead kinda sucks.

"And me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for, 'cause it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something, and if you find that moment... it lasts forever..." - richard, the beach

Labels: nightlife, ns, whiskey