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interface II

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

the best things..

you know you miss my older entries

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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Change is coming. It is like a storm washing onto shore. I see it on the horizon, imminent, ready to swallow up everything in its path. The anxiety of its approach is nerveracking. It is the deep breath before the plunge. So much has to happen in the next couple of months.

Sometimes I need to pinch myself to remind me that what's going on is truth and not simply a dream. Sometimes I feel like I'm going through life half asleep. And there are these momentary parts where I suddenly awake and am reminded I am alive. Without those moments life is just a long trance. And one which seems to be proceeding along at an accelerating pace. That's what is the most disturbing of all.

I am so overly-nostalgic. I become attached to that Crystal Jade Kitchen receipt lying on my desk. It is ridiculous. Why can't the past mean less to me? What is this fixation on wanting to keep things static while deep down longing for things to be renewed? Perpetual winter, hybernation. When does the big wake come?

Too little, too late.

I'm supposed to be excited about the future. But what if I can't get excited about the future anymore. The future has some redeeming aspects to it... but I can't convince myself that they're more worthwhile than the past.

Something doesn't feel quite right.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 9:10 PM

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