father, daughter and the holy ghost

0_0 zee blogger et my post !@!@! out on these lonely roads... so we have thys ultra overpriced joint here in lahore, that serves the best pina colada in the city. i find myself drawn to that place over and over again, because of the decor. the have the most uncomfortable sofas on the planet, the kind you just sink into, and the tables are too high. featured invariably, you find yourself eating with the elbows resting on the table. chicago grill serves the worst food in the city, yet i go there time and time again, so i can oogle shamelessly at the dozens of paintings and murals that have been done up and put on the brick red walls. busted the murals are done in light pastel colours, and the place oozes the charm of the 50s and the 60s. images have been taken directly from the godfather, and the untouchables, two of my all time favourites. mystified i went there a few days ago, to order two takeaway pina-coladas. (that's all i could afford). while waiting, i started taking pictures of the paintings that intrigue me so, and while i was in the act, the manager walked in on me. i felt like i'd been caught cheating in my A levels or something. too bad about that. i really was only admiring... walking tall i wish i could paint, i really do. i tried drawing the other day. i cracked myself up. it was funny. so i put my art material away. lastly in other news, i know i had fever, but i can swear i was awake when i dreamt i saw my dad. and in the dream, i freak out for a moment, wondering how that is possible, and the disconnected part of the brain tells me, it's just a dream. so teh dreaming part asks, but if im awake, how can i be dreaming? the awake part says: just go back to sleep. im screwed in the head. excuse me while i go look for a transplant. im looking for a bonsai. send me one? see? and here... but this is JUST SICK!