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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Sunday, January 01, 2006

There has definitely been a change in me and I can feel it, like a malaise conspicuously developing from within. I cannot remember the last time I felt this way, a notable change in how I am reacting to life and its extensions. I no longer feel much for the passing of a year into another. And it would seem like the placement of where I am along the axis of time does not matter anymore.

There used to be nostalgia about the crossing over to a new year. The reflection of the year passed and how a split second at midnight would mean a step into a new era, and perhaps sometimes, the unwillingness to move on into the future. And while the physical do not change, there is an inexplicable effect created at the stroke of midnight that affects the intangible.

But now, no. 2006 is merely an extended 2005 to me. Too many spill-overs I guess, that 2005 does not feel it can end without these spill-overs finding a sense of closure. There is no finality to be drawn at the end of the year, a road that has the end merely physically printed on it but you soon realise the road goes on, and the marked end bears no significance.

So life goes on for me, an uncharted road ahead waiting for a journeys to bud and eventually flourish into a life well lived.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:58 PM

3 comments

3 Comments:

At 9:18 PM, Anonymous said...: Hey Ym! You're such a craftsman with words..i love it! Such talent! *swoon*
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*rolls eyes*
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U too, are appreciated in many more ways than one! One of which is in how we continually amaze each other in the similarity n accuracy of feelings n thoughts, tt possibly no one else can understand. Here's to yet another year of beautiful friendship! Cheers! :)
At 10:10 PM, nimgnoy said...: Oh sigh. Wat to do with all that talent oozing.
At 10:46 PM, rosebordeaux said...: you had me enraptured. then i saw your comment and the magic dispelled. modesty is not exactly your forte huh? haha. but you really have a way with words.