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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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

They say that when people are stressed, they cut their hair. And that was what I did exactly, all by myself. I took quite a bit off my top, with a certain inspiration in mind, and made quite a mess in my room. But the thing is, I am not feeling stressed.

Stress is an overrated word that has been worn out and if I may add, abused by undergrads all over our sunny island these weeks, and it is simply annoying, really. The way I see it, it is perhaps the perfect excuse and solace these people find themselves in, to satisfy the self. It is such a huge fallacy to place stress and better academic grades on one continuum, these both entities are located on different planes to start off with. Downright distressing. Stress is the point when you wet your pants because your little puppy is held hostage (gagged up, blindfolded and all the formalities) and is about to be shot dead unless you help Mr Kidnapper decode the password to the vault of Bank Cicero, of which you are not able to, because you are simply not equipped with that knowledge. Okay, bad example.

And too bad I have not got a camera with me, I left my digicam at home over the weekend. But I feel liberated (strangely, I see no link) after the haircut and I think I look better and less of a mop-head. Anyone who had seen me recently would attest that I look quite like a mess myself. And besides, Yvonne would start ranting on how narcissistic I am (and very surprisingly I spelt that word correctly on the first attempt).

Yet another mindless entry.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:34 PM

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