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interface II

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

the best things..

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Saturday, May 13, 2006

Having been quite down lately, I often drift into this heavy and melancholic mood when night removes me from the rest of the bustling day. And within me, ruminating over issues that have held me captive, masked and gladly forgotten (albeit momentarily) by the vigority of my busy schedule.

More often than not, these encumbrances proved on hindsight, that they really should not bother me as much as they did, having only done so because my mind turns each matter over and over in my head till it snowballs into something quite out of proportion. My trouble would then seem trivial and ingenuine, and life goes on back on the beaten track again.

And I am quite used to it now. Almost always numb whenever I feel down, I do not get too worried because I know that somehow things would work out - my issues, so small, would prove insignificant after sometime.

Maybe that's why I am compelled to write this time. Perhaps because this time, things are seemingly otherwise. What is bothering me is genuine, and what is bothering me is well founded.

And it is at times like these when I can turn to no one, except the night, except the net, except myself.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 12:07 AM

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