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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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

And now that I have gotten the whole series on Phi Phi settled, I can return to the comforts, and perhaps, sinister lure of my introspections.

So.

I have been thinking for some time. And I find myself totally ridiculous. I am completely unable to move on from things I know I can never return to, ever again. And the futility of it all (be it moving on or returning to the past) does not seem to bother me at all.

Days that stretched into months and eventually becoming a year, I never felt different about that particular feeling of lost that circumstances in life have taken what I love hostage.

So layers form. Layers that seem to show that I am fine, layers to demonstrate that I am coping, layers to suppress the fact that I have never let go. And like all of my introspections, this is not a cry for help, and neither a cry to be understood.

Life has, for me, become one that I have to live with a hand in the past. And it seems to be now that, I would be quite lost without that longing for what I refuse to let die.

Don't you see it? This has become my life. The past and present has fused to form what is me now. I cannot live a life today without acknowledging the life I used to love so much.

Then I realised. I am speaking for us all. Everybody has a past, a memory, a loved one, a happiness they cannot leave behind. And that is how, as I have mentioned before, that is how the past lives within us.

Perhaps letting go is not a good idea anymore.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:01 AM

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