• Friday, August 10, 2007

    testosterone.... melatonin....
    pissy skies.... and beer....


    what pissy weather man.... it was lovely just a lil while ago... sunny.. breezy... clear blue skies.... and now its dark.... wet... and just plain pissy....
    i just got back from a run... and at pretty good timing i reckon... cause soon after it started raining.... heh! the rain's apparently stopped but its still dark and pissy...

    the day started out with a meeting... i got up feeling rather.... like shit... so got myself an mc after the meeting.... was trying to get some sleep... it so weird cause im so used to being awake and at work at noon... but it did manage to fall asleep... then the phone calls start coming in.... never mind that, but somehow my mom decides to call ... what's it with mother's like having a sixth sense? somehow she sensed i wasnt well... paranoia sets in knowing that im sleeping at noon... not at work AND on mc...!
    got bombarded with questions.... why..what...? "im alright mom... its nothing.. just phlegm and i just need some rest..." dont lie! after believing i convinced her that im ok.. tried going back to sleep and it just wouldnt happen.... melatonin's a bitch that wouldnt help me get some sleep in the afternoon.... but mom thanks for caring... i do love you!

    that aside.. i just had to drag my arse out for a run... its been a while... and i havent feel the rush...the adrenalin in a while... today's run wasnt that good... nothing great...somewhere round 3k's or so.... i hadta push..push...push... i feels sucky that your body's giving up and your mind keep's pushing.... i say this so often.. but hell if i dont take my fitness seriously anymore... i used to be able to do atlease 300 crunches at a time and feel fucking good after.... i only managed to do 20 feeling so pathetic earlier..... its a real eye opener as to how bad my fitness level really is.... all that hard work... all that pain.. pretty much gone to waste... now i've got the whole evening to relax.... should i go out to the cinema for a movie or lay my ass on the couch and watch John McClane kill those motherfuckers, in Die Hard 2.... decisions... i hate having to think so much... should i ask her out.... but i dont wanna portray myself as being too needy... let there be some space in between.... decisions... fuck having to think every step before doing something....

    thats the fucking reason i went for a run in the first place.... to clear my mind... start out fresh... fuck having to be so analytical....

    pictures... pictures.... pictures.... Siva and i visited Tiger Live couple weeks back.... it was a spur of the moment thingy... i saw the brochure and it said one complimentary super cold tiger.... i was convinced... siva needed a lil push though... but yea we ended up at St.james.... we we're the only 2 jokers on the tour.... suckers.. you might say.... it takes bout 45 mins to go thru the whole thingy... you go thru different rooms... lotsa video's.. how tiger started... how tiger is made.. like we didnt know how beer is made already? how tiger has evolved... and the cream de la cream at the end....

    It costs us adults... 18 bucks for a tour... guide included.... like i said... its not all that... you walk around... watch videos.... look at stuff... if you're expecting more... go to a science centre or something ya.... no hands on in making beer and stuff here.... but if you're like me and get a kick out of old stuff.... then go ahead to tiger live.... the amount of old tiger memorabilia they had over there was amazing... yea pretty sure they're replicas but what the hey... its the closest thing to going back to days when our parents were young... besides.... for 18 bucks... you get to enter any of the clubs in St. James for free... no fucks! just retain your ticket... come back later at night and you get in for free... no cover charge... worth it right?

    old skool tiger bottle... and label.... pretty much like something home made....


    i really liked their old stuff... real fascinating.... like the tiger on the old label was like such a pussy... and the current tiger looks more like a tiger.... they had the weirdest slogan for a beer... "tiger, tenaga berganda".... "multiplied energy"..... like what the fuck man.... was tiger some kinda of aphrodisiac or something back in the days.....

    replica of 1950's tiger factory...... thats our guide Gilbert.... a lil gay...? thats for you to decide...

    forgot the name of the bar... its one of those in the St. James family.... this was the fun part...

    look at that beer tap.... its fucking frozen with nitrogen..... kinda reminds me of that sloth from ice age.... yea... you'd be amazed at how many other things it reminds you of from different angles..

    Jeffrey... our bartender... looks like he's having fun.... we had a go at tapping our own tiger.... that gold liquid is flowing out at a super cold -2 dc...... the best fucking tiger i've ever had! and i am seriously not a tiger fan.... but freshly tapped tiger at -2dc is unbelievable...!

    Current Favourite : Save Me - Shinedown

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