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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..

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Friday, January 13, 2006

I don't know really, this feeling that has been simmering inside. Last night I dreamt I was in London, today I woke up here. The disappointment cannot be more apparent. But then again, I am too rational to let something as vague as a dream let me down. Perhaps it is not the dream, but the feeling that I am not exactly needed. You know, the feeling that no matter how hard I try, I am probably sidelined anyway.

Ever felt that way? Like how your efforts can never be justified and somehow, you cannot work out why. Such is life. And on one hand, you tell yourself that giving is expecting nothing in return, that no justification is required if it were borned out of a sincere heart. But the other side of you looks around and sees the mud hole you have carved yourself into and begs you to leave.

Silly me. I get too carried away. Of course you would not know what I am talking about.

The sun's up. I am supposed to be glad. But so what? Here I am, a friday devoid of meaning, searching for meaning, and dreaming I was in London last night.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 10:16 AM

1 comments

1 Comments:

At 10:33 PM, rosebordeaux said...: we strive so hard to be selfless and yet we are innately selfish. it wrenches the soul.