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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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I wonder how much time, or life we waste away sitting in front of our laptops surfing aimlessly. And we rather, clearly in knowledge of the opportunity cost, doodle time online than acting on productive means of expending it.

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I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day when dreaming ends

I always relate to this song. Not that I want to fly away. That is not the point at all. More so of how we (I say 'we' for all arts folks reconciling life out there), yes we, live life from dream to dream, in the floating world where only we find worth in.

She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret.

Memoirs reignited this whole idea of what the floating world means to me.

Someone told me recently that he hates artsy-fartsy people, which I quietly took offence of course.

People do not seem to understand the floating world, much less the people who live within it.

The essence of a floating world is found in its transiental aesthetics. And not valuing those moments for any less than others. We appreciate beauty only and just because it is fleeting and never meant to last forever. That is why the floating world is so sought after by people like us - it is an enclosed world where practicalities hardly abide, only beauty. To capture beauty whenever one sees it, and to be part of it all.

The best things, are put together of a night and they vanish with the morning.What people call the floating world, is a world I'm learning how to value.

Just like admiring the beauty of fireworks, the blooming of a flower, a 2-hour recital or even an afternoon out with someone cherished. These are encapsulated moments of beauty that lasts only in that moment in time. An almost fragile beauty - transitory and illusionary.

I guess this is why people cannot find meaning in the floating world. To pass time away celebrating things so intangible and transient would seem rather wasteful and all rather decadent. People are guilt-ridden about pleasure and I often wonder why.

It's hard to appreciate beauty of a world when one doubts its very validity.

An artist of the floating world - that is what I am and who we are. And what I stand for is quite sadly against the grain of what society (at least in the one I live in) value today. Living life from dream to dream is not wasteful, but a treasured art and skill.

When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing this unique beauty of the world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I've wasted my time.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 10:11 PM

4 comments

4 Comments:

At 12:41 AM, Anonymous said...: may i venture a guess on e guy who offended you unknowingly?
hah
*someone who needs to grow up..?*
did i crack e jackpot now?

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At 2:02 AM, nimgnoy said...: huh? i dun think i even know who you are. too subtle, too vague.
At 5:57 PM, Anonymous said...: it's me it's me. how come you donno! i will give you a knock on e head wen i c you...erm tues n thurs?

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At 3:48 PM, nimgnoy said...: oh its you. crazy little thing.
and i dun think u know this fella who i took offense with.
no present for u from phi phi islands.