My ‘weekends’ are usually on Thursdays.
I stepped into the bar – unusually quiet – late in the evening.
It might sound a bit cliche as I tell the bartender that I ‘drink to forget’. Sometimes it’s stress, most of the time it’s more of a tongue-in-cheek thing.
Halfway through the night, the entrance creaked open. It was exceptionally loud and clear as there were only six of us in such a small space. We all turned and stared as the door swung open. As if it wasn’t dramatic enough, the music stopped playing in my ears and I waited in anticipation.
A middle-aged lady with short bob and glasses peeked in. She squealed, froze and ran back out.
By the time the bartender ran to the door, she was nowhere to be seen.
Maybe she was surprised to find a room full of liquor, dimly lit behind an unassuming door.
And it is here, when I need a break from the chaos, bright lights in this city, that I can forget.
看見灰暗的小巷裡 離大路不遠的地方 有點亮
開門的那剎那 一股濃濃的咖啡味 還有宋冬野那吹眠的聲音
「il faut aller voir」
我花了多少時間 才發現這一趟旅程 並不是我要的尋找夢想
而是看別人生活 再來看看自己 看看未來
「il faut aller voir」
Amaretto Sour – TCRC, Tainan
There are things that I can’t forget and when compared to other similar things, they all pale in comparison.
My experiences in the last few weeks of 2014 and the first few weeks of 2015 has probably taught me more, and probably are things that I don’t want to remember. But the lessons that I have learned, stood out more (probably also the reason why I crave for a drink at 2pm).
Speaking of things that I cannot forget, the two cups of Amaretto Sour that I had in Tainan – the best that I have had so far. I probably spent half of my time in Tainan either thinking about drinks, or drinking.
I don’t even remember the conversations that I had in that bar, but I do remember the Amaretto Sour. Even after two months, I crave for it and long to return. At this point, I’m not sure if I miss the drink more or Tainan more. :p
The right amount of tanginess, sweetness and slight amount of sourness, the aromatic smell of almonds, the right amount of fuzz/foam on top, yum yums. The moment I drank it, I fell in love with Amaretto Sour again and again. All the other drinks that I have up until that point, pales in comparison. The Apple pie shots, Jameson, El Dorado, Long island Iced Teas, Patron, Hendrick’s, all went to the back of my mind. All that mattered was that Amaretto Sour.
That Amaretto Sour is still on my mind. I really need to find its equivalent in KL. I know in the back of my mind even if I do find an equivalent of it, it’ll probably still be pale in comparison because what I’m truly looking for will only exist that one time, that first time I tasted it in TCRC.
On my last day being a 24-year-old, I felt relieved.
I wish I could tell my past-self not to fret on the little details.
I thought about all the relationships in my life – family, friends, partners, colleagues, acquaintances, strangers.
I thought about all those time I spent doubting myself; all those time I didn’t try because I didn’t even think trying was worth it; ask those time I cried myself to sleep because I was tired; and the time I finally accepted things the way they are.
One step at a time. There’s still plenty to learn about life.
A lot of my thoughts these days are circled around age and growing old.
It is rather surprising how much my thoughts have changed in a span of five years.
When I was younger, I thought of nothing but success. My mind and body were driven by ambitions coupled with a few daydreams here and there.
If you sat down and asked me questions about my parents, I probably won’t have much to say. Simply because I have taken them for granted.
I think a lot of us have. Maybe we didn’t use to, but at some point, we all change.
I have a vivid memory of my eldest brother sitting in the living room with me when I was 16/17. It was probably late at night because at that age I have the tendency to stay up all night living in the fantasy world created by JK Rowling, rereading the books again and again.
More than once, while my eldest brother came back during the weekends from college, he would sit with me and talk about our parents. Most of the time, I appeared uninterested and annoyed. I just wanted to read my books. But what he said stayed with me. He told me to be grateful of my parents. Despite arguments and attempted runaways from me, they have been through a lot to put us through school and support us financially for any endeavors we wish to take on.
But none of us can go against time and old age. We all grow old one day, and whether it’s going to be graceful or heart-breaking, we never know. I just hope it’s not going to be like the nightmares I used to have as a kid.
I used to cry myself to sleep knowing my parents will one day no longer be around when I was 7/8. I think that was when I began to understand life and death.
那天在上阿里山的早晨 一开始就被在巴士站的阿桑拉着说的士也能乘上山而且一样价钱不用和别人挤。这个个人意见就是看你自己咯，如果能摆脱阿桑那就乘公车吧。我们被阿桑说了好久好久 而且阿桑口气有点凶，到最后就随便上了他的车 （现在听起来很危险的感觉 其实也没有啦。）
后来有两位老人家也和我们一起上阿里山。一路上两位老人家有说有笑 谈着天南地北的事情 让我想起自己和哥哥们的关系。
穿梭在人群中, 想起以前看過的YouTube Video ~ How to be alone by Tanya Davis.
以前一個人待在華盛頓時, 我離開了熟悉的生活圈子和愛人, 為自己的事業打拼. 來到陌生的地方要自己一個人生活就覺得像在Game裡一樣, 開一個新的Save slot, 新的adventure.
這一次的旅程快要結束了, 有很多的不捨, 也給了我機會好好沉思, 為接下去的日子努力.