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interface II

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

the best things..

you know you miss my older entries

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awesome is she

Monday, May 02, 2005

And so someone walks into my life and messes it up a little. And I, not used to the new arrangement of things, gawks at my helplessness and gets a little perturbed. A little?

Once in a while, we humans, social beings as made to be, get caught up with the idea of idealism. It is a realm not like any we've seen before, a promised land where we see only joy and liberation. And its lure is powerful, how elevated we are lifted from! Away from mundanity, we see only light. Far from desolation, we see only hope.

And it is hope that remains true to our dreams.

It might only be an illusion. And only just an inkling. But we hold on and never want to let go. Cos we've caught a glimpse into the land of plenty, and tasted a slice of borrowed happiness.
We can't turn back now.

And in the core of it all, we may realise that no hope had been borne all along.
What then we clinged upon from the beginning, is but an empty promise.
A farce of life, never to be fulfilled.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:10 PM

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