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, May 21, 2005

I can still taste a mellow tinge of mint from my toothpaste lingering on the molars at the back of my mouth.
It is a peachy feeling though, sweet yet not overwhlming, a moist dash of freshness. Puts me very much in a good mood - to sleep.

Let's just say that it has been a long time since I heard a good piece of classical music. And please do not get me wrong, I am not a big classical fan. I can't tell my Haydns from my Elgars.

I just love any music that is able to make me feel transported. Escapism if you may say so. Bring my mind along on a ride, to an unknown realm, a new place.

Okay, I think Arsenal or Man U just scored, or nearly did - my block just roared.

Yes, to a new place - that is the power of music. The feelings it evokes displaces all current ones, and we are lifted from toil. A rather materialistic worldview from me.

And back to the point of this entry, I just heard one of the most stirring classical piece last night at the Esplanade. It was the SSO's gala concert and they presented Rachmaninov's Symphony No. 2 in E minor, Op. 27.

The third movement, played in Adagio, simply great. Built around a unspeakably lovely melody, it hovers throughout the whole movement and winds its way through soundscapes of immense beauty.

Beauty in music, I have found, is breathtaking. You can't see it, neither can you touch it, but it finds and knows its way to the crux of our souls, beyond the fabric from which we hide against the world.

And on this note, I pray that life sings out to me, and those I care for, like a exuberantly celebratory pastoral piece of music. I have been living too much on a day-to-day basis this week, which I have learnt is bad - essentially because it makes life so trivial and short-sighted. Every day is about what's up tonight, and every night is about tomorrow's doings. I have let the everyday humdrums lead my life and now I want that music to fill its place.

Despite the anguishes of the previous movements, I want to know that I have at last penned a real masterpiece.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:48 PM

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