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, April 01, 2005

Tonight I sit before my desktop, and recollect.

Nostalgia, a reliable old friend I always fall back on when nights sometimes prove too quiet (or lonely?).

I remember you.

I remember a coincidental outing that would seal our friendship forever. Marina Square, 1999. We shared our first laughter.

I remember our phone calls, often late into the nights. You shared your dreams, I told you mine. Our secrets, there were none between us. One particular night, half chatting on the phone, half trying to complete Mrs Lee's physics grind. We said our good-nights at 5am.

I remember the silly things we do. Always evacuating school premises within 5 minutes of dismissal to catch the 143 bus down town. Running off some talk to see Mandy Moore. Studying for O levels while queueing outside HMV for you know who. Carrying off test tubes and conical flasks (euphemistic enough?). Syncronising our VCRs so we watched the exact same Bardot show at the same time, all these while we're over the phone at home. Marrying each other if we were single by the time we're 30? (Now that's only 9 years away.)
Bear in mind that all the afore-mentioned events are under the 'silly things' category.

I remember your tears. And mine.

I remembered us, walking down Oxford Street, against a wind so strong. Dangling our legs out the windows of our hotel in Coventry (we beat Mr Jackson to that). Visiting the home of S Club. Studying for lit and geog on the plane. Taking that step into the London HMV (It was a big thing for us then.). Regent Street, GAP, Virgin, Saintsbury's, St Paul's, Shakepeare's Globe - we shared these escapades together. You looked damn fine in the afternoon sun, sitting around Piccadilly Circus. We made a pact and swore never to leave each other alone.

Time is indeed the lens where memories are captured and dreams are created.

On hindsight, everything seemed so silly, almost impractical and absurd. These promises of forever. Did we then think it would materialise? But I smile as I reminisce. Innocence then, and never such innocence again. Time then was ours to hold, we couldn't care for the world.

Does nostalgia connote a sense of better days gone by? Flip it around, it also means better days to come.

Friends do fade from our radar screens as we grow older in life. But thank goodness not you. We've grown and come so far.
And I thank you for keeping that little flicker marked "you" always somewhere on my screen, never faltering, telling me although times are different now, you're never too far away.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:07 AM

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