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, May 13, 2006

The big city holds with it stunning architecture of the forgotten era, and yet in this drizzly morning, the chill it brings isn't any different from the chill it brought then.

And within shells of architecture, big cities remain the same. Strolling along the streets under a greyish blanket of clouds, what I see remains no different from home. Cars of different make splitting the thin sheet of waters. Individual umbrellas for individual folks, and though the street is busy, each make their individual path through the myriad of messy people. Pockets of vacant lots grim and taken over by nature. Mothers with kids, people with cell phones.

After all, what binds us all urban folks today is how we do not talk to anybody anymore. Each route taken in the big city is every route taken for himself. And perhaps in an environment where the struggle is for survival in the concrete jungle, silence is probably the best and safest way out.

And so we keep our feelings to ourselves, and so our feelings never get known. It is funny how in this age, feelings equates almost directly to vulnerability. People are so immersed in our problems these days, we find no way out but in silence and solitude.

Only those who find life find treasures. When everyday seems the same, it is most probably because we have stopped noticing the good things that appear in our lives. And I fear that I may come to that point in life, not by my will, but for circumstances force me to.

Out in the streets this chilly morning, as I look at the people making their own way through the pavements, I realize I am but only one of them too - walking my solo journey, detatched from the world I so wish to live in.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:47 PM

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