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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Sunday, March 20, 2005

I just realised, not that it suddenly happened but rather it was there all along undisturbed, that I am still languid about stuff as the time I first realised I was languid about stuff.

Gosh that was a rweally bad sentence but I can't exactly make it sound more concise.

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What's up with all the hype with a particular Miss Wendy Cheng's blog anyway?

I write with great reluctance and indisposition for tainting this entry with mentions of her, but hey, I guess I should air my thoughts.

What good is a website that scoffs and belittle? And what's more important is, what does it say about the thousands of people that actually (I abhor at this incredulity), that actually love reading it?

Well. I personally feel that, to be entertained by all that bitching shows a trend of how inhibited in expression we are these days. Environment, stress, whatever. But to release and relieve that stress through enjoyment at the expense of such low morals is the main point of contention here. How low have we become?

There could be a voice we are unable to project, a voice so desperately seeking to be heard, and people frantically embrace someone who bogusly steps up to do what they can't, however low it may be. Very blindly, very mindless if I must add. And a particular Miss Cheng embodies that voice, for some (okay, for many judging by her hits).

What's wrong with the world mamma?!

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These days, being nice is indeed boring.

There's a growing penchant for people to like someone who is cheeky, morally deviant, has a I-don't-give-damn-for-the-world attitude and utters vulgarity maybe. Punk appeal if I can sum it up.

And I figured, that humour (in the form that Miss Wendy Cheng champions for) - the crudely derogatory one, is a slothful and whimsical alternative for what she lacks in every aspect of her being, or simply the loose change she keeps between her ears.

But ensuingly, being nice prevails.

Tested, proven and totally experienced.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 10:22 AM

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