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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Sunday, December 12, 2004

We are a psychic process which we do not control, or only partly direct. Consequently, we cannot have any final judgement about ourselves or our lives. At bottom we never know how it has all come about.
The story of a life begins somewhere, at some particular point we happen to remember; and even then it was already highly complex. We do not know how life is going to turn out. Therefore the story has no beginning, and the end can only be vaguely hinted at.
18th October 2004

The end can only be vaguely hinted at. To me, the single most fearful phase of life would be that of old age. The eventuality of life holds nothing more certain than the coming of the gray-haired age. Not to disregard the notion of ageing gracefully, but life has to break down at a certain point. Only then can life give way to death, and only then a resolution of life can be attained.

The inevitability of such a coming scares me, chiefly because one stays completely helpless in its wrath. The best doctors and medicine can only do so much, and there's only this far that science can go.

Its like being stranded in a vast and fast flowing river headed to a mighty and deadly waterfall. We see where the river gives way, but who's to say what will happen after we take the fall; that plunge into where the waterfall leads? We drift along and surrender ourselves to the currents that sweep us towards the fall. One can only look up into the boundless skies and pray for the best as we dauntlessly, or sometimes apprehensively embrace the end.

I write this in light of events that has transcended recently. I see my loved ones succumb in their conveyance into this dreary phase of life. And I stand by their sides powerless, wishing somehow I had a life bouy that I may throw out to them.

I see them fade into the sunset and this is my only consolation:

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
-John Donne

And yes, death shall be no more, for only the legacy remains.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:15 PM

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