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

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Saturday, May 14, 2005

Many fear impermanence, but I cling to it because it is the only thing that will take me away from the here and now. I can never be here, now. I find increasingly it is becoming harder to abide the knots we tie ourselves into. Ironic then, because I used to tie them with such fervent and feverish frequency. The fear of commitment is not the fear of being permanently engaged, but the realisation (the belief?) that no such engagement can exist. The modern commitment phobe is one from whom previous promises have been divested. The sharp edge of impermanence cuts neatly through the threads that threaten.

I guess thats me. Life's just that full of ironies, paradoxes and incredulities.

Ultimately, when I pry myself open, and as hard as I may keep myself in, I might sadly find it ridden with everything I never knew myself to be.
Like promises of forever, faith in true love, peserverance in goodwill - they may have never existed as I would have like them to, but only a self-manisfested reverie.

Truth is, I've been trying so hard to live the way I would like to be, and now, I find that they cease to give me meaning anymore. Something must have taken precedence to displace all that I've known in my life.

See, life is all about living around values we pick up along this meandering journey. And these values are by no means permanent, interchangeable and definitely replaceable. Once we live out of these values, guilt and conscience comes into the picture to set us back on track. It is a long beaten track though, marked by scars from past mistakes and bruises of resistance.

So something must have taken precedence, and life is somehow changing.

Its direction remains yet to be determined.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:49 AM

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