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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Monday, October 03, 2005

Meme.

I am that baby who was delivered leg out first, while still in the waterbag.

I am that boy who would shout "paper, pencil, rubber!" and had grandma bring them to me without delay. I am that toddler who would cry in bed in the morning and expected my grandma to know that it was milk I wanted, of all things. I am that boy who threw a tantrum and made a din in CK Tang when my grandparents refused to buy me a He-Man sword, and they did finally, to much embarrassment.

I am that boy who picked up the phone at age 7 and called my grandma, telling her sorry for all that I have done wrong, then hung up calmly. I am that sinner who found conscience through grandma.

I am that boy who was too naive. I am that scrawny boy who was too afraid to visit the toilet in Primary 1 because there were eerie noises from closed cubicles, which I later found to the the doings of EM3 students. I am that brother who gave up the bathtub to my sister because I believed when she told me there were snakes beneath.

I am the son who wonder when he can ever repay all the love his mom has unconditionally provided, and how. I am that son who silenced his father when asked why I scolded the profanity "fuck you" in my sister's face; "You say that too," was my reply. I am the son who loves his dad but finds it too hard to reach out.

I am that boy who found his first love in Yifang, then got so excited when she revealed that she liked someone whose surname started with "H", only to realise she meant "Huang". I am that guy who was her best friend since, till today.

I am that friend who was always apprehensive about his closest friends, because they mean the most to him. I am that fella who is blessed with friends a plenty, and makes no apologies for it.

I am that grandson who cried in front of his grandma the night before the single most important operation of her life, having been the one telling everyone else not to let her see us cry. I am that guy who was the only one allowed to stay overnight in Mouth Elizabeth Hospital so that grandma can hold his hand whenever. I am the guy she last spoke to before she was wheeled into the operating theatre suite. I am the grateful who loved her for loving him.

I am the vainpot who showered every morning because it was the only way to tame the hair ready for styling. I am the experimental who just discovered this morning that the way he blew his hair dry was as important as the styling process.

I am the blogger because my mind and heart seek outward manifestation. I am the writer because my heart sings and bleeds, and yearns for closure. I am the poet because I see life in words, and realise how elusive language deceives.

I am the young adult who has chosen the life of Arts and never regretted it since.

I am the boy who loves you, still.

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This blog has officially been established for a year. Commemoration.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 3:00 PM

3 comments

3 Comments:

At 1:07 PM, JacY said...: this is my favourite entry of yours:). its simple (cf some other entries! hee), sweet, funny, sad, revealing yet subtle. and it's all yongmin :). great piece to commerate your blog.. always your blogfan and friend.
At 1:54 PM, Isaac Timothy Chan said...: zhi here.

CELEBRATIONS!!!

oh yeah, 11th october tuesday lunch is on yeappp!!!! :):):) w00ts. can't wait. time ta katch up.
At 9:50 PM, Anonymous said...: I can't help but read on, you know? It's a blessing to walk into your life always, with you opening the door for me. take care. i'm proud of you for all that you are. =)