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

you know you miss my older entries

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Saturday, October 30, 2004

I really should be resting right now. My flu aint exactly getting better and the glare from the screen tingles the eye.

The School In August
The cloakroom pegs are empty now,
And locked the classroom door,
The hollow desks are lined with dust,
And slow across the floor
A sunbeam creeps between the chairs
Till the sun shines no more.

Who did their hair before this glass?
Who scratched 'Elaine loves Jill'
One drowsy summer sewing-class
With scissors on the sill?
Who practised this piano
Whose notes are now so still?

Ah, notices are taken down,
And scorebooks stowed away,
And seniors grow tomorrow
From the juniors today,
And even swimming groups can fade,
Games mistresses turn grey.

Philip Larkin

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I really like this one. Typically Larkin who pinpoints the inescapable truth, that is the irreversible passing of time.

I began trying to put a finger on a time when I started to comprehend the meaning of nostalgia. It was a hazy memory but the only certainty I had was the overpowering and piercing feeling of loss. An expired piece of time left behind, not to be picked up or relived.

Then it dawned upon me that I have never been able to grapple with the concept of nostalgia. Memories still do hold me captive. Behind the smile each recaptured memory evokes, holds a bitter part of me that is disgruntle that time has burgled it forever.
Bittersweet, if i may add.

Perhaps nostalgia is a necessary evil.
To reminiscence is a plain reminder of the meaning of the present. A sense of relativity added in, it is the past teaching one how to live today.

I guess memories are just like the furry winter clothes we keep (well prolly not us in Singapore, but don't spoil the moment please?), worn only to keep us warm in times that are chilly. Then, when spring breezes in, pack these memories up neatly into the cupboard, away from sight till winter ever come again.
For me, I was stupid enough to keep my winter clothes on even in summer.

People say that to be nostalgic is to look back in time when the peak of one's life has been achieved and waned. But i'm sure I am not at that point of my life yet.
Better days are certainly standing in my way.

On a very different note, Happy Halloween y'all.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:59 PM

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