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So we're into the sixth version of my blog after the last version hung around for a year or so.

Now, a bit of info on this image. This photo was taken one lovely spring afternoon, featuring the iconic Old Well from the UNC Chapel Hill campus. I would like to think of this image as a tribute to my time in UNC Chapel Hill, the awesome friends I made and the memories I now hold dear.

A milestone in my life indeed.

I've dropped the tagboard cos its useless and taking eons to load. But thanks to Angela who helped me set it up, I still do like and will miss the pink interface.

So yeah, it's the sixth one you fellas!

Yours.

27 April 2008

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Sunday, November 07, 2004

Life sometimes takes an unexpected turn and new opportunities present itself, like someone hiding round that corner and pouncing out of no-where. And it's always the anomalous that gives life that little perk it needs after what seems to be an all-routine existence.

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And what a night it was yesterday.

Dinner and dance went as planned. Nothing much there.
Stayed on the dancefloor till the lights went up at 2am.
And you know i'm usually rather self conscious about me dancing, wouldn't say it's something I do in front of people. The last time i danced like that was, i can't remember. Well, actually, i do remember (feigned ignorance so it seemed a long time back, of which the latter is true), it was back in august.

And after downing enough tequila to burn my throat, I felt I was comfortably intoxicated to let loose and dance the night away, yet still keeping my sanity. A little alcohol really helps when it comes to dancing. Really. That's why people drink so much in clubs i guess. The difference between me and the fools out there is that i know when to stop drinking, so stop looking at me like some alcoholic.

2:15 am.
Sending my drunk friend (a perfect example of a fool) home posed yet another challenge.
Holding a plastic bag for him in the car, I had to maneuver the bag to catch whatever he disgorged from his system, while constantly asking him where he stayed. Honestly, it was icky and gross.

Making sure he reached his doorstep was equally tiring. All of a sudden, i understood and learnt what 80kg really meant. That bouncer shaped fella had me in sweat. Weishan and I, hoisted him on each side and had to walk 3 stories up mr bouncer's block.

Another valuable lesson: never be stupid and naive enough to believe the utterings of a drunkard. Half way up, mr bouncer shook us off saying he was okay and could walk up by himself. So we were stupid and naive enough to let go.
He rolled back, roly-poly style to the bottom of the flight of stairs.
So there we were, Weishan and I, stuck between the 14th and 15th storey, with a 80kg fool, our shirts drenched in perspiration and totally helpless.
We literally elevated him back home.

2:30am (Yes, it took 15min up to the 16th floor)
We joined Isaac and Jonathan back in the car. 4 sane guys, and we decided to chill at Jon's place. And upon reachin Jon's place, we got out and headed for the lobby, then Isaac (out of absolutely no-where, absolutely) suggested he had playstation at his place.
Back to the car. Isaac's place.
Yes, army, the decisive force.

2:45am.
Instant noodles, drinks, crisps.
Cooking in the kitchen with Isaac, things seemed to have come full circle. I was back at his place where i was 3 years ago, when we just knew each other barely a few days into our NJ orientation. And as we talked and reminisced, it was like those days again, before all the shit, all innocent, simple. Un-tainted.

3am
Then came what was totally expected and would eventually be the highlight of the night.
Good old joseph texted me at 3 in the morn saying he cant sleep. What's new.
And since we were both suffering from insomnia, he stole his father's jaguar lookalike and picked me up from Isaac's place.

4am
The night was still and silent. Shops along Orchard closed. Streets deserted. Worker taking advantage of the desolate streets to put up more xmas deco. A sight, and side, of Orchard i havent seen since prom of 2002. Windows wind down and i felt like my last entry was fulfilled, less the sun and the convertible.
After cruising around and enjoying the almost empty roads of Orchard, we finally settled for Newton hawker centre.
The lousy Char Kway Teow at an exhorbitant price of 5 bucks did nothing to sour the night. It was the company that mattered anyway.

5:30am
Driving back, Singapore was just waking up to yet another Sunday. Early birds in their running gear jogging along SMU. The first feeder bus making its all familiar passage down the nieghbourhood. The markets waiting to burst out alive.

By 6am, i was in bed.
And what a night it was yesterday.

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I was never fond of a narrative entry but I guess all that happened last night warrants something to be written in that manner.

Talking to joe now seems almost relaxing, like a good friend you return to at the end of the day, after all the shit from the outside world has been thrown into your face. No more awkward silences. And even silences are comfortable -- that's when you know the stability in friendship has been achieved. I couldnt have thanked who-ever's up there enough for a friend like him.
And im surprised, joe drives pretty well.

And how far can you actually plan in life when it's always the anomalous that gives life that little perk it needs after what seems to be an all-routine existence?
Living for the day, worries far away.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 10:47 AM

1 comments

1 Comments:

At 12:12 AM, jonathan said...: hey at least we had fun. well. abit. and he had fun. the erm. drunk. ahah see you at work tomorrow. be good.