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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Wednesday, June 01, 2005

I came across one of the most original and novel blogs I've seen.

It is a site where people send in anonymous self-made postcards, with a secret written on it. Something which no ones knows and each secret can be a regret, hope, funny experience, unseen kindness, fantasy, belief, fear, betrayal, erotic desire, feeling, confession, or childhood humiliation. Okay, I lifted that from the site.

And as I scroll through the entries, they reveal much.

Some funny.
"I believe my dead grandmother watches me with great disappointment when I masturbate."
"People think I've stopped lying, but I just got better at it."
"When my friends go on diets, I discourage them. This is because I really want them to be fatter than me."

Some just weird.
"Everyone who knew me before 9/11 believes I'm dead."

Some religiously shocking.
"I had gay sex in church camp. 3 times."
"I tell people I'm an atheist. But I believe I'm going to hell."
"I miss feeling close to God."

Some sorta got me thinking.
"Psst, Here's a secret... Your last mortal thought will be, "why did i take so many days - just like today - for granted?"

Some a frank but ironical submission.
"I often wish someone or something would kill me.. so I could get out of this wheelchair."
"I got to the movies to try and imagine what life would be like if only i could fit in."
"I tell my husband that he's a good lover - but he isn't."

Some poignant.
"I still haven't told my father that I have the same disease that killed my mother."
"I'm still in love with her. I hope she reads this, and recognizes my handwriting. this is also my last try."

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There's so much more to read there.

Most reveal a sad or playfully malicious story most people rather not share.
We read it, and may take comfort that we are not alone in this world of sin, lies and sorrow.
And it's at times like this when you wonder if it is absolutely necessary for us to be weighed down by all the unhappiness, or where such anguish and dejection stems from.

It's all about coming to terms with ourselves. And there are many things that reside within which we as humans fail, or refuse, to acknowledge.

Sometimes, a true confession can set us free. Then, we can be given the wings of confidence to soar.

"My father was jailed for the rape and molestation of his girlfriend's daughters. He's been there several years. I've always suspected that he molested me, as well. But I've never said anything, and I'm scared to find out if my suspicions are true. I'm not sure if my father is the imprisoned one, or if the one imprisoned is ... me."

http://postsecret.blogspot.com

nimgnoy let the night fall at 10:14 AM

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