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interface II

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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Friday, November 11, 2005

Almost every Thursday, and almost religiously, I make my way to a dimly lit bar along Holland Village. Located on top of a bustling restaurant populated mainly by expatriates, I could climb the dark narrow stairs with my eyes closed now.

In this room, no bigger than half the size of a basketball court, one cannot see too clearly through the cigarette smoke that almost consumes all the senses. Besides the dingy light, the only other source of light comes from the glow of a smoker inhaling the breath of ecstacy. The air conditioner spews out smoke, not air.

An eclectic collection of people fills this place. Yuppies mostly.

"Find a seat and I'll bring your drinks to you," the waitress always says, in a fairly detached yet familiar tone. She is a nice girl, really. I like her. And soon enough, an ice cold pint of Hoegaarden.

Then, Shirlyn and her band takes the stage. And she belts out magic. She looks over to my side of the bar. I smiled at her, she smiled back. The thing about live music is not how well it mimics the original, but the electricity that rushes through when everything comes together live. And Shirlyn's almost commanding attitude rocks. Nothing like cold beer and good music for a Thursday night.

That's Wala Wala for you.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 3:10 PM

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1 Comments:

At 2:50 PM, nimgnoy said...: yeah i'll bring you there definitely