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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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

My primary source of light now, in this room of solitude, remains to be one emitting from my computer screen.

And in the midst of the quietness, the cascading strings play forth, while my mind recollects all memory of you in little mental drawers I've put together these years, just for you and me.

You've earned a place there, befitting for the great friend you were and still are today.

I open the first drawer to find a single memory of you sitting beside me in tutorials and lectures, sharing scribbled conversations and laughters.

The next one, in Malaysia we had ourselves which kept us happy, and "sometimes late at night" in unison.

I smile to myself, a reaction inseperable with our shared memories, as I eagerly see what drawer three had in store.

Nimbly I pull the next drawer to only see you crying, insecure and disappointed. You were despondant, and I never want you to be in this state again. We were too much for the world, to be let down this way.

A very choppy riverboat was the following drawer, and I quickly close it before I'm thrown off.

And I see countless drawers with your name on it. This trip of nostalgia is taking longer than I expected.

The last drawer, I bent down and pulled it open - empty. This is odd. And as I worked my way back up, empty drawers greeted me each time. Lost memories, could they be. And what seemed like an eternity of nothingness later, I found the point where the retrospection ends and emptiness started.

It was a drawer with me on the phone, on my lone bus journey home, with you on the other end. The date was 24 May, 11pm.

Then it suddenly dawned upon me.
We still had more memories to create, more drawers to fill. To occupy till we're old and wrinkly, with reminiscence of past gaiety and times gone by.

Happy 21st birthday hunny.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:35 PM

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