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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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Friday, March 24, 2006

There is something inherently wrong with nursery rhymes. I was, on my cab journey to Orchard just now, zoning out and trying to think of things not remotely related to school when I found myself going through nursery rhymes. Blame it on this girl in Philo tutorial who started wondering what "Pop goes the weasel" actually meant, so I kindly interrupted her chain of thought to explain the Cockneys and their slang.

So, back to the cab. The more I thought, the more worried I became. Here's why.

See, there were the three blind mice, who if you recall, chased the farmer's wife who in turn chopped off their tails with a carving knife. Ouch. Then there is poor Lil Bo Peep who lost her sheep - how traumatic it must be for a little girl, and imagine how her mama's gonna whack her bad when she gets home. And Bo Peep's not alone, Mary's little lamb was equally down with luck when the teacher turned it out when all it did was to make the children laugh and play. Talk about karma. I am not half way through yet.

We all know what happened to dear jolly Humpty Dumpty, our egg-o-friend. And how can we forget Little Miss Muffet, who got severely freaked out by a spider. And I wonder if that spider was related to Itsy Bitsy, who got washed out the spout for no apparent reason. And in a tragic engineering disaster, London Bridge was falling down - possible birth of terrorist attacks?

Last but not the very least, the final two misfortunes. We have the poor baby who was rocked-a-bye till the bough broke, down came the baby, cradle and all. And the finale, silly Jack and Jill. Yes, we all knew he broke his crown, its serious mind you. Picture tumbling down a hill and there goes your crown. We however were never told if he survived.

So I believe you get my point. Nursery rhymes are merely the musical record of the worst childhood catastrophes of all time, yet children today celebrate these events of sorrow by singing and dancing to its catchy jingles. What are we inculcating in our kids today? I wonder.

And I probably cannot blame them when all they can say to a terrorist attack on Golden Gate Bridge, is "My Fair Lady!"

And don't get me started on Fairy Tales, they, as we Lit students all know, go way darker than they appear to be.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 6:34 PM

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