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, March 12, 2005

Can I just shout out fuck?

Fcuk! Nopes, that was a typo error. Fcuk - which, by the way, I used to adore - is now a total crap. I imagine a bunch of half-witted designers (french or brits, i have no idea) giggling puerilely each time they think of some tagline that incoporates 'fcuk' in it. They get the kick out of spoofing fuck. Toying with fuck that's not really fuck. Distasteful, those imbeciles.

And i was saying - Fuck! No, actually what I really mean is FUCK!

FUCK has more an impact than Fuck, wouldn't you say so?
ITS LIKE SCREAMING OUT AND HOLLERIN' YOU COULD IMAGINE MY LUNGS ALMOST BURSTING OUT ALREADY. While on the contrary, writing in lower case seems like I'm Michael Jackson saying 'I'll never hurt no little kid..' (innocent bleached face. blink blink. a sharper nose.(you could think pinnochio as well)).

Wow, I just did it - a parenthesis within a parenthesis. I thought I'd only see that in Maths. A pat on my humble back. Gosh, half rhyme!

And by the way, the saddest part of this Michael Jackson scandal is that all of this could have been avoided if he just stuck to grabbing his own crotch.

Which I digress so badly. And that human ain't it? To digress.

And back to where I said I wanted to shout out fuck.

Yes. When I look back at my posts, I do feel a slight awkwardness about it. This was me, then? (No, I don't remotely mean J. Lo.) Even entries I wrote a few days before seem eeky.

Like how I glorify friendships to the extent that I find it a little jarring to the eye. Or how I overtly paint an all-too-rosy picture of life.
And reality bites somehow, no, reality lacerates. Sometimes the practicalities of life just cannot be avoided.

But on hindsight, it's not a bad thing after all. Let reality gnaw, so we're constantly reminded to always look life in the eye. Face it, and then we can appreciate the good things when they come along. It's all about relativity. Perception.

So there, FUCK! I can't believe myself, writing like an eccentirc.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:46 AM

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