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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Saturday, March 18, 2006

Just before I crash off to bed, due to the severe depravity of sleep last night (or this morning) which amounted to a mere four hours (4am - 8am), I just wanted to let the whole world know what an AMAZING talent Jason Mraz is. And perhaps, AMAZING with full caps might just be an understatement. It has to be bold. AMAZING. There.

I had an inkling that I would fall asleep in Mraz's show this evening. Four hours of rest the previous night could not keep me awake for more than twelve hours today, I thought. But Jason's witty and occasional lame sense of humour kept me pretty much entertained for the whole two hours he played. And I appreciate his ad-lib skills - superior.

I functioned today much like a busy and tired bee. I had to wake up early today because I had to get my Geography report printed, which I worked really hard for till 4am the night before, and not having any paper in my room at 4am meant that I had to visit the Co Op for more. And because printing on premium paper took twice the time, I was terrible late for my Ethics lecture. Rather down, I skipped lecture and parked myself in the library where I did my readings in the cold just to torture myself for being such a whimp (cos I dared not enter the seminar room [for Ethics lecture] for the less than practical reasons).

Sometimes, I do feel that my life is cluttered with many things I do not want and need. I feel rather constrained by impositions of obligations by external agents who try to determine how I live my life. The infringement of my autonomy is an issue I feel strongly about. Many times I wished I could do what I really desire, to make independant decision and live with it. But like a fish in a bowl, I swim in shackles within the confines of glass walls built around me.

Friends, family, arts and music. They liberate me. And that is about it.

I write lesser about life these days, and my revelations of it. And that is what I fear most - to inevitably come to a standstill where I decelerate in discovering life and its wonders. I fear waking up and instead of appreciating the weather (rain or shine), feel that I need to fucking get on with life anyhow. I fear mundanity and being unable to see the world.

And when I realise that the ins and outs of my life are not worth writing anymore, I get concerned. What will happen to a face in the crowd when it finally gets too crowded? And will happen to the origins of sound after all the sounds have sounded? Well I hope I never have to see that day but by God I know it's headed my way.

There's nothing to watch on the tv now. Nothing, but to crash in bed and wait awakening, once again.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:27 AM

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