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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Friday, November 04, 2005

I fall victim to certain movies that allow me to live the life of someone else for a mere few seconds, then come suddenly to the realisation that I have a life of my own to lead.

It is scary, ain't it?

Surreal how a movie comes to the point it consumes the senses totally, and the subconscious thought of you sitting in a theatre becomes totally disregarded, giving way to a new found life you feel comfortably living for the past ten seconds. Then it snaps. Consciousness grips and you are drawn back and sucked into the wormhole of what is reality.

I am still unclear if it is conclusive to say that there is an inadequacy of life I am uncontented with, afterall these movies were made to idealise. And it is not anyone's fault that life is not naturally piped in with smooth jazz in the background, with all the ugly and mundane parts edited out of it.

And I wonder why it is disturbing me. It well should not.

On hindsight, everything strips down to the core of my struggle. My struggle with existence, with life, with who I am and everything I find angst against. The wounds I inflict upon myself and those that I allow others to still remain open and susceptible to more pain. This paragraph is harder to write than I thought it would be. And if I am unhappy, it is only because I allow myself to. This struggle, of course, has no end.

And naturally, I am revealing too much once again. If only you could read the thoughts through my head, I am quite sure you will be startled.

And if you are going to leave any are-you-okay comments, my reply to you would be a big fat fuck you. Only true friends know why.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:37 AM

1 comments

1 Comments:

At 11:06 PM, Anonymous said...: wat movie is dat.. i wan to watch..