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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Monday, May 02, 2005

This is a very honest confession, and I have no idea why I am writing this whatsoever. Neither am I sure if this is ingenuously honest, or just a naively candid post of mistaken feelings.

To face it, and really examine within myself, I have only genuinely and rightly ever loved two in my life. My life here refers to a non-kinship one that was established after my formative years, when I do know what love is and understand the entirety of it all.

One of whom I loved, however never mine, now remains a very good friend who I still see often.

The other, who I highly suspect is the cause of this post, is a ending yet to be written. And the scarier truth, that it might never be written at all. A book with blank crisp pages, with a myriad of what-ifs and could-haves swirling in consciousness ever haunting still.

And it is with a heavy heart I'm settling down to write this.

Never would I think I would pen down thoughts of love ever again. And now, I gotta state for the record that being, or falling, in love, may not necessarily be a magical thing as perceived, after all.

And it is so childish, and frivolous, to write about this crazy little thing called love. I can see myself laughing at me. But that's how love is, aint it? Making us feel like a silly child all over again, going to the ends of what we could never achieve alone. And sincerely, I hate to see myself in a situation like this.

I am half, not whole, and in step with none.
Reaching through this world, in need of one.

Line up the firing squad, and just, shoot me.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:16 AM

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