Wednesday, November 22, 2006

From Memory


Found this shot attached in one of my mails. The Carnation was given to me by a common friend to pacify two morons who had been fighting. The flower was a gesture of peacemaking.

Sipping the BECK's was the most awful experience. I asked for it. My curiousity got the better of me when I saw the boys going glug glug over it and I was adamant about trying the bitter drink myself. I wouldn't recommend it.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beck's rocks! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING! :O

Anonymous said...

a taste for alcohol is always of the acquired kinds. like, say, some vegetables.
of course, to acquire such a taste may definitely not be of any importance :)