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

you know you miss my older entries

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Friday, September 09, 2005

Blogs were not meant for the wounded. They never should be.
Does blogging make anyone feel better? My library books are due. And blogging it doesn't seem to solve any part of it. The whole idea that this is the channel for introspection is elusive, and fundamentally flawed.

Yet, we believe in it. Something in this online realm grips us, to keep us coming back night after night, pouring our souls into the starless unknown dark. For somehow, we feel we are remotely heard. Heard by the nameless reader and the anonymous face. And strangely, it helps.

We've changed. And is this all I can conclude? Fearingly, yes.

People change. Period. And hardest for the ones who never wanted it this way.
I am now part of someone else's life as much as you're not part of mine. We are merciless under the works of the hands of time.

My search for you, your search for me, is a search after something that cannot be found. And only the impossible is worth the effort.

I do not wish to close this chapter of my life like that. But I guess, it is best.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:35 AM

4 comments

4 Comments:

At 3:22 PM, Anonymous said...: my dearest yongmin,
tell ya this...i was dozin off in front o laptop while watchin webcast!HAHA..cannot makeit.
how was lunch?good?and after tt?better?hehe
u tol me once u accept nonsense comments rite...so tis is nonsense.non related to UR subj matter...and i DON apologize.
i am tremendously bored...
and pls rem to leave 3 comments on either one o e philo blogs.thank u very much.
i shant leave my name coz if u don oredi noe who tis is u are one big GUNDU BLOCK HEAD.
At 7:53 PM, nimgnoy said...: oh no. i really dunno who you are.
ok lah. i give up. tell me who you are.

ok lah. i shall not ask further.

ok lah.
At 2:44 AM, Anonymous said...: darling. ure a gundu block head? haha. philo :S haha. MARIAH CAREY! ooh la la! how wassit?
At 3:25 AM, nimgnoy said...: yes i am a gundu bloghead. haha

it was so boring. it wasnt mariah all night anyway.
i jus reached back pgp.