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interface II

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, December 07, 2004

Is love ephemeral?
Fugacious as the autumn leaves?

I am never fond of pondering questions on love. It's too vague yet big a concept, too many facets to consider.
Perhaps, love is not the most important thing I should be thinking of right now. Love is probably not on the menu as yet.
A subject as love is so ethereal yet childish to mull over.

What I am more interested in, is the whole big question on life. The perennial question of the purpose of our existence. I realized that to cogitate about life and our attitude towards it holds the key to the aforementioned questions.

Which led me to think on my solitary bus ride home, that life is essentially all encompassing. And that love is but a subset of life. It's is a natural component that constitutes our actuality.
Embrace life, and love will deal with itself.
True love will only hold significance to those who celebrate life.
And so, contrary to the cynical belief that love gives meaning to life, it is in fact life that gives meaning to love.

So is love ephemeral? It all depends on our attitude towards life, isn't it?
Only then can love be amaranthine.
Forget about the fugacious autumn leaves.
It's an amaranth, a beautiful flower that never dies.

An idealist speaking his mind.

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Gosh this entry was written 5 months back in my journal. On hindsight, it now seems too utopian and even nightmarish.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 3:22 PM

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