The last adacamic exercise of my life (well, for now, anyway) that will judge me according to some arbitrary criteria based on how much muck I could churn out in under two hours IS OVAH. This is me celebrating on a night out at Phuture:
It was awfully cold at Zouk. Awfully boring, too. Everyone was just standing around, boogieing in their seats; it was obvious they were there to be seen. But we had drinks coupons that came along with our entrance tix, and we took some pictures while we were at it. Well, that was until the bouncer came along and shook his finger at us. And like meek little lambs, we complied (we'd better! That's my bro's precious cam!)
It was awfully cold at Zouk. Awfully boring, too. Everyone was just standing around, boogieing in their seats; it was obvious they were there to be seen. But we had drinks coupons that came along with our entrance tix, and we took some pictures while we were at it. Well, that was until the bouncer came along and shook his finger at us. And like meek little lambs, we complied (we'd better! That's my bro's precious cam!)
I was trying out my "sultry" pose. More like "sloshed". Without the ruddiness, thankfully.
And here is proof of Ching's legendary prowess behind the camera, bar none.
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