One good memory at last

Just a while ago, I was reading maddox's page and one of the things among Maddox's Hates List, are People who always seem happy. It makes me think whether i am one of those people (not that it matters to me whether i'm on his hate list), as i vaguely remember more than one person asking me how i am always happy.

Having lived in the body of yours truely for twenty-one years, i know my own moods best. I have my own down times, and people who knows me really well, knows that i tend to think about and get depressed over non-relevant, totally random stuff sometimes. I realized that rather than being recitent about sharing our depressed thoughts and feelings, we ought to talk about them to somebody (or something). It sure helps to neutralize the negative feelings. Then i was trying to recall my happy moments in life when a wave of nostalgist hit me It dawned on me how much i missed the times spent with Nix, KH, and company at Piano Bar.

After listening to bullshit by brainwashed peaheads and sweeping the road and drawing/laminating lame classified documents during the weekdays in camp, one tends to really look forward to weekend book outs. I'm normally not a person who likes to go to dark places to drink because i'm a coward who's afraid i'll get giddy and after that do amazing stuff i'll wonder about and regret later. Things like:

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Bob: Hey eush, you sure stunted us last night.

Me: Oh what did i do? i can't really remember...

Bob: What? You mean you don't remember peeing into the beer mug and toasting us with it?

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Pierre: Hey, she sure blew you off last night eh, We were all stunted when you hooked up with her...

Me: Oh yeah man, i think i totally lost it last night. But boy was she good! With her 23" "snakewaist"...(rattles on)

Pierre: Wait a minute, you mean pig waist??(tries to control laughter but eventually gives up) You walked out with a *inserts equivalent of pig* last night. HAHAHA

Me: Wait a minute! potato tur...(voice trails off) *Silence*

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Of course, all of the above didn't happen to me. I can get really high when i drink, but never lose myself unless i wanted to (yeah right that's what everyone says. read: foolhardy rape victims... so learn a lesson somewhere ya women?)

But back to the point, it happened that during those days, an BPGHS ex-classmate KH came into contact with me, and it happened that we both liked to sing and drink, so it just happened KH has been hanging out at this ktv pub at boat quay called Piano Bar at that time, and one day i just happen to decide to join him and his friends at Piano Bar. Since then, we got stuck. Everytime i met KH, it has to be at Piano Bar.

Piano Bar isn't really the place with the great decor and stuff, but we had great times there, although it's just a small and cozy place. Come to think of it, those were truely happy days. Sigh... How i miss them.

P/S: Way to go Eush, you just spent your time writing insignificant things when you could be organising your storytelling journal... Damn constructive...