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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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Waking up at 1pm cant be too good. And in less than 4 hours, all shops would just go shut.

We staked out at Phillip Island island last night to watch the penguins come up to shore, in their daily penguin parade.

It was by far the coldest night we experienced here in Melbourne. The waves crashing onto the beach and the icy wind gushing past my cheeks, about a thousand of us stood by the beach. And all too soon, the penguins started to swim upshore, waddling and bopping their way up the beach and back home into the grassy shrubs.

It was magnificent. Penguins seeking back to safety, to where they know as home. A sight i certainly dun get to see back in urban Singapore. Nature's miracle right before my eyes.
Within an hour, everything was over. The shore quiet, penguin footprints by the sand washed away by the waves, no trace that it ever happened.

And as the bus rolled away from the beach, we drove into the dark roads of Phillip Island. Pass nothing but fields and fields of nothingness. Because we're so far from any civilisation, it was totally pitch dark, except for the moon hanging over us.

And there, in the bus, I looked up at the pale almost-full moon and the vastness of the sky unfolded before me. Like a map spread out on the planning table, stars the only landmarks guiding our way. Times like these are somewhat good, they allow you for time to think.
The Orion Belt never seemed so clear. It is true, everything in the world changes or could change, only the old moon and stars constant, there where ever we are. They never fail.

And why did i dream of you again last night?

Gotta run out of the house now. Shops waiting to close on me.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 1:41 PM

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