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 23, 2005

It's evening. The day preparing for the night.
And so am I.

I've been really sick the past week. Like sicker than sick.
Junhan's simple "Hows you" message was appreciated. I do not expect to be remembered when I am sick. And Vic's offer to buy me ice-creams ('cos that was the only thing I could eat) was equally held dear. So thanks to all who cared, I do not want to list names again.

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The dust gathers on my DVD player. I cannot be bothered but it does not look good. The smooth gold surface punctuated by micro-threads and particles.

I know I have been neglecting myself. There is a face that collides with mine in the mirror. I know he wants to speak to me but when he bends forward to whisper, he has no mouth.

I can't go back into the past and change it, but I have noticed that the future changes the past. What I call the past is my memory of it and my memory is conditioned by who I am now. Who I will be. The only way for me to handle what is happening is to move myself forward into someone who has handled it. As yet that person does not exist.

My room glows, as the sky gets darker while I am typing away. It is my oblong lantern of warmth. The bedsheet needs to be changed.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 6:54 PM

2 comments

2 Comments:

At 2:32 AM, JacY said...: hey buddy, do take care, drink lotsa water, zz early, dun party, dun mug, hah..obvious advice hor? juz wanna let u know i care *hugs*
At 12:44 PM, nimgnoy said...: and i care for you too. miss u guys terribly though. never mind, it wun bee too long (3 months!) b4 i see u again