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 15, 2005

I was in bed this morning, just rolling around in bed, while it drizzled outside.

I never liked gloomy mornings, and never felt right if my day started off in such a dreary fashion. Mornings are supposed to be sunny and warm, bird chirping, spoons clinking in coffee cups and all.

And once again, I am caught in this whole sense of idealism - how I like my world to be like. Which more often than not, is not and cannot be the case - essentially a phenomenon called reality.

So I tried, and ended up really enjoying this gloomy morning. Huddled in sheets and rolling in bed, enjoying the cool breeze that ran through the room. Kinda reminded me the day I was in Lake District back in 2000, feeding ducks and swans while the chilly English air carressed our cheeks. The dew laden grass.

But, I still cannot escape without thinking, raindrops trickling down my window pane as to tears rolling down someone's cheek. It dribbles its lone path down. Misty.

After all, these events are of force majeure.

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My inner thoughts are desperately seeking outward manisfestation. But I've just realized that there are more than just the intended few reading this blog.

I'll write on, though uneasy, and many private thoughts shall remain with me. And where can I share these confessions now? They would have to reside with me till I find a new sanctuary, a haven for these little words to be laid to rest.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:08 AM

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