where thoughts materialise.

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, December 23, 2005

Back to the Old School

attended by

us.

There is something about the Business Bash that is quite appealing. Perhaps the plosive alliteration that lends the weight of emphasis as lips expul the masculine "B" - plosive, we literary folks call it - from our mouths.
Arts Bash lacks the oomph in its pronunciation, though the words "Arts" and "Bash" are rather synonymous. Science Bash is too much of an oxymoron and Engineering Bash, besides being a mouthful to pronounce, is quite unheard of.

The theme was retro or old school uniforms so Vic and I gamely put on our dearest NJ uniforms, how nostalgic.

The crowd was mediocre, the music, well, had some good tunes in between. So we excused ourselves from the dance floor, almost inundated with people who seem like they were dancing for the first time in their lives and bought ourselves a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon to celebrate the holiday season.

And a toast, by the four of us, for the four of us, to a great friendship and year that has passed.

Having a little fun there..

And at the end of the day, Vic laid tired on an empty bar top while we wind down for the day.. or rather night. Each of them, Junhan Vic Shujun, with their own special qualities made the night really fun. With so many issues weighing at home, it was a timely break for me. It was never about the lights, the alcohol, the music or the silly dances. It was us. And how the sincerity and love of a great friendship can take flight, anywhere at anytime.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:37 AM

1 comments

1 Comments:

At 3:46 PM, Anonymous said...: it was quite fun =) n sorry fpr making a fool outta myself hehe.. n take care!