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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Thursday, June 16, 2005

Truth to be told, that ambivalence in life that I mentioned a few days ago cannot be solved. No one can, or life would not be life as it is. Ambivalences can only be coped and accepted, and that's as far as the human mind can go.

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Inspired by Kazuo Ishiguro's An Artist of the Floating World.
When I read that book in 2001, I couldn't grasp of the concept of the floating world, but now I truly do.

A mixture of Ishiguro's words and mine, excapsulates exactly my thoughts for now.

I do get unhappy sometimes. These days.
Sometimes, I would be with people I love, eat talk drink, my 'pleasure houses' if you may like to see it this way, just to escape from the realities out there. All the issues surrounding me, and work with all it's mundanity.

Then, I would become happy. I would hear what I wanted to hear, for that moment anyway, and I'd be able to believe it. Once the morning came, of course, life goes on like any other.

But I don't value those moments for any the less for that.

The best things, are put together of a night and they vanish with the morning.
What people call the floating world, is a world I'm learning how to value.

An almost fragile beauty - transitory and illusionary.

I suspect the reason I couldn't celebrate the floating world then was that I couldn't bring myself to believe its worth. Young men are often guilt-ridden about pleasure, and I suppose I was no different. I suppose I thought that to pass away one's time in such places, to spend one's skill celebrating things so intangible and transient, I thought it all rather wasteful, all rather decadent.
It's hard to appreciate beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity.

The floating world - an enclosed world where practicalities hardly abide, only beauty. To capture beauty whenever one sees it, and to be part of it all.

When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing this unique beauty of the world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I've wasted my time.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:50 AM

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