Happy Drunken Sunday.

It's been a long time since i took a shot glass filled with nectar from the sweet bottle of salvation, which is brandy. The smell, the heat rising from the stomach to your chest, that blurred sensation... Yes, this is being drunk.

To compliment the brandy, i took liberal amounts of pork and beans as my chaser. How sweet it is to worry about nothing, share stories and make fun of one another. Yes, it's been a long time, and it is all oh so refreshing to forget all you worries and just outlast each other in drinking marathons like this.

Although i do not appreciate being around with smoke belching chain smokers, i still lived through the fact that we are careless teenagers (well, this is not the case for some of them) and the picture of having lung cancer in the future is not a worry for us. It has become my parody not to smoke and to hell with them. I don't care.

After the stories, the laughters and most importantly the camaraderie, - morning came, my black pants was marred with pork and beans stain and brandy or beer, the smell of an distinguishable belch of smoke on my shirt.

Then ZAP ---

We are back to reality... Tomorrow, they are going back to school, for me, i'll be working once again. Reality is where we belong and that short moment of fun and camaraderie comes once in a while. Yes, that is life.

We live, we love, we lose... then we cease to exist. Life is not that long. Enjoy it. It is times like these, that silence means everything.