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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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

I have been thinking of a particular day we lived in last year.
We were residents who lived within this day, and like homecoming, I revisit, and it sets me in retrospect, like visiting an old friend you left behind in time.
mooloolaba day2

Thursday. July 21, 2005. Mooloolaba Day.
After travelling almost 3 hours by bus from Gold Coast the day before, we arrived for the second part of our Brisbane trip in Sunshine Coast.

This day we decided to explore the region by ourselves, and after breakfast made our way to the bus terminal and checked out the public bus services available. (Top left pictures)

Alighting where ever we see shopping malls or life in general, we dropped at Mooloolaba and had a moment figuring our how to pronounce this town's name.
Anyway, it should be: Moo-loo-la-ba = unstress-stress-stress-unstress

Having figured that there was nothing worth seeing there, we decided, according to our maps, to walk to Maroochydore (Top Right Pic), where the acclaimed Sunshine Plaza stands.

We walked for miles I am sure, along the coastline, which took us well over 2 hours to get there. Lesson learnt: Maps are superbly deceiving. What seemed like 2cm on the map appeared to be God-knows-how-many miles which we trekked.

But it was good, we took in the sights of the coast, the strange street signs (all other pictures), and found the perfect fish-n-chips/fried-chicken-with-chicken-salt shop of the whole trip where we had lunch.

Sunshine Plaza (Centre pic), where we shopped and bought lots of chocolates for you guys back home. Evening, it quickly became dark, at 5pm and we made our way back by bus. The bus took eons to arrive as we froze our butts off at the open air bus stop as temperature quickly dropped in this winter night.

We made a slight detour to grab dinner from our new found eating outlet and continued our journey back, where we were relieved to reach the warm comforts of our heater-blasted apartment and gorged on soggy-skinned fried chicken with chicken salt.

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It was all a very nice day. Lovely mild weather and cool-cold nights. I miss those Brisbane days as four of us vetured out entirely by ourselves. The chilly wind on our cheeks, the afternoon sun offering us some comfort and the experience ruminate as I sit here in the cold cold YIH, a very different cold indeed.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:40 AM

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