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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Thursday, February 02, 2006

I'm tired. Like watching the credits roll at the end of a movie, seeing names that mean nothing to you, but letting them run before your eyes anyway.

I need a good stretch. That is what every movie goer does at the end, straighten out before the reel life ends and the real life resumes. Snapping out of the illusionary world they have come to know the past two hours and letting reality take over - whether they like it or not. Some movies capture me for that couple of hours, and become more attractive than the life I now know, that the reluctance to walk out of the theatre becomes quite scary.

Was that a good movie, or a self reflection of an unsatisfied life? They are not mutually exclusive, however. Glad to know that anyway. Drama mimics life, or so they say, but much so, life tries to play out movie scenes. These entities are so grey these days. While movies try to justify its existence as an accurate reflection of life, much distortion these days set out to blur what is real and not.

I'm tired, I said. I wonder why I have started to ramble about movies.

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The ants in my room have evolved. They actually have brains these days.
They play dead when I am on a killing spree. I leave them for a while and they start crawling around again, which is highly irritating of course.

And not only that, when they play dead, they are really good at it. My fingers push them around and they skid across the table like a truly dead ant. Only when I squash them that these "dead" ants start to wriggle in pain. How dare they insult my intelligence. I squash them again till they move no more.

Pardon me if you feel for these ants, for I feel no remorse. They are simply irritants that serve no other purpose than to frustrate you, and hence, they must be exterminated.

I'm tired lah.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 4:23 PM

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