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, April 29, 2006

Saturday evening on campus, and you probably already know where I may be seated tap tap tapping away on the keyboards, in a room filled with subnormal air temperatures and chao muggers.

I digress. Saturday evening on campus and my day has just begun. This final stretch that would bring me to a place I not know, a different environment, a non-campus life that is. The final stretch does not smell much like freedom for me, and sometimes, freedom stinks. Freedom from campus stinks, and I know I sound totally absurd saying this, but I really do like the hustle and bustle of the AS1 corridor every even-numbered hour of the day. I think I even sound masochistic when I say I love the dread of waking up early for lessons and the anticipatory rush for the school day to end. I love the choice of skipping lessons, I love bearing the consequence of mugging in YIH to make up for it.

I am politically apathetic. I mean, I do know what is happening in the political scene, but I just do not take enough interest in it. Do I really care if the ruling party dominates parliament yet again? Do I feel moved to support the opposition for political diversity? Not exactly. I feel comfortable in the shell the ruling party has placed us into and do not feel compelled to step out of it for now.

But seriously, of all the talk we are having about the GE, at least at the level of friends and relatives, I suspect much of it comes and will die out with the election fever. Underlying the talk about having a choice and political checks, I cannot help but feel that minds are already fixed on a clear mandate by the ruling party, and all other signs seemingly politically un-apathetic are simply a farce of the moment. The fact that talk about political diversity surfaces only every five years is telling. We are simply not convicted to political vibrancy.

I digress, again. But summer vacation presents a freedom of a whole new kind. We get out of town. Almost everyone I know is vacationing overseas somehow. Summer plans are somewhat confirmed, catching up with friends in May, appreciation dinner, saying goodbye to Vic, backpacking SEA, driving lessons (ok, finally); but there remains lots of planning to be done, which I almost cannot wait to dive into doing.

Sometimes I wish the semester never had to end.
Sometimes I wish I could see more clearly into my future.
But of course, we do not see best when our eyes are filled with tears.

"'We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge - the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.'"
- C. S. Lewis

nimgnoy let the night fall at 5:24 PM

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