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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Friday, February 25, 2005

Change is coming. It is like a storm washing onto shore. I see it on the horizon, imminent, ready to swallow up everything in its path. The anxiety of its approach is nerveracking. "It is the deep breath before the plunge." So much has to happen in the next couple of months. And it culminates with the trip of a lifetime, to a faraway place, where we will live like kings.

Sometimes i need to pinch myself to remind me that what's going on is truth and not simply a dream. It's a funny thing when you break free of routine. It's like awakening from a long slumber. "Without change something sleeps inside of us...the sleeper must awaken." Sometimes I feel like i'm going through life half asleep. And there are these momentary parts where I suddenly awake and am reminded I am alive. Without those moments life is just a long trance. And one which seems to be proceeding along at an accelerating pace. That's what is the most disturbing of all.

I am so overly-nostalgic. I become attached to The Weekend Australia newspapers dated November 27-28 2004 lying on my desk. It is ridiculous. Why can't the past mean less to me? What is this fixation on wanting to keep things static while deep down longing for things to be renewed? Perpetual winter, hybernation. When does the big wake come?

It's the year two thousand and five. I sound like a broken record when I say this, but what the hell happened to 2000 - 2004? Last thing I remember was there was a debate as to which was the start of the new millenium: 2000 or 2001. I sided with the 2001ers. But now it's such a moot point it's an anachronism to even broach the subject. Too little, too late.

I'm supposed to be excited about the future. But what if I can't get excited about the future anymore. The future has some redeeming aspects to it... but I can't convince myself that they're more worthwhile than the past.

Something doesn't feel quite right. It's like a square peg in a round hole, desperately trying to fit in. A correction in time, that's what's required. I'll be 21 soon -- in only 2 short months. That's not right. It feels warped.

I feel like I've grown up more in the past 2 months than in the last 20 years.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:42 AM

1 comments

1 Comments:

At 9:54 PM, Anonymous said...: few tings i LOVE abt ur post today:

1) routine is like one BIG slumber
2) life is movin waaaay too fast

but...
don get too nostalgic..alto i noe u cant help it sometimes..me too..and and look forward to e future! :D juz received e medical check up tingy rite...
oh at least lk forward to our trip to ah meng land...