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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Monday, November 20, 2006

I just switched the tv off after catching a glimpse of Barry Manilow's Las Vegas concert on Central. And please, I am not his fan or ever will be. Barry Manilow appeared on tv as a product of channel surfing after the unexpected crowning of Danielle as America's Next Top Model.

Back to Barry (who really looks like Clay Aiken in 30 years' time) was seriously strutting his stuff to a sold out concert. But he's disgusting lah, he really should act his age and not rekindle youth that has obviously gone by. He was in a red (bright chilli padi red if I must add) blazer. And what's that material that's shiny and is really smooth? Yep, that's it. I thought the last I saw of red blazers were njc's.

Anyway, this large B-stage descends lo and behold from the heavens and the crowd screams for the great ol Barry. He ascends and these female dancers starts caressing and grinding him. Seriously. Se-ri-ous-ly. Its like imagining your parents having sex. Its like, eeeeee. The audience goes wild. They're sick too. They looked like super-hyperly excited kids watching Hi-5 in concert.

Then again, this seems like a stark reminder of how Mariah would potentially turn out to be and how I would almost be reduced to a bouncing fanatic idiot when I see her (even though she's 50 and has boobies overflowing but thinks she's still 20).

Barry sucks.

And so does the girl who ran towards the library exit (like 10m away) just because the swing doors were closing and she didn't wanted to waste her precious energy pushing it open again so the extra energy can be retained to read more meaningless engine notes she was holding (not aware that the extra energy had already been used up during the run. hur hur).

And so does this other cheenapok who was at the bus stop, who didn't shave and yet wore a sleeveless top. Seriously I am not against girls who do not shave (but really you should), however, it is just simple courtesy to not expose your little friends.

All of the above seem to display a lack of self-awareness that is really uncalled for. But the engine notes and the cheenapok face seemed to justify their actions pretty well. Period.

And I have become an elite uncaring face amongst more elite uncaring faces.

Brr. I want to get these two weeks over and done with cos I suspect my mind's in San Francisco already.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:18 PM

2 comments

2 Comments:

At 11:24 AM, Isaac Timothy Chan said...: you can do it bro, jump high and great for this last hurdle before SF.

:)
At 8:30 AM, Anonymous said...: and ed hardy for xmas!
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