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 06, 2006

It's a depressing weekend lah. I am, quite reluctantly, moving back home. Boxes and boxes of memories to be progressively shifted to base this weekend. My room at PGP would cease to be home, becoming merely a husk where memories once formed, empty, awaiting its new owner, whoever that may be, to move in next semester and once again thrive with new life and new memories.

I cannot believe this, I am getting sentimental over a room. A room! Sometimes I wished I could leave these little things behind more easily, sometimes I wished I was less feeling like everyone else out there. But I am a captive of memories and of time, that I do admit.

I want to face this world with more vigour. It scares me sometimes when I get the inkling that I am beginning to be complacent with life. And its true, how the mundanity of life blinds us to the beauty of the world. So I refuse to let routine, or only getting good grades, or fear of the unknown get the better of me. And I fight of course. I fight the frowns on my mom's face when I mention the backpacking trip, I fight the weird stares when I tell people that I do not have a specific job I am working towards, I fight the questions arising when others ask me why I am studying in FASS, I fight stigmas and stereotypes.

Because I believe I will fight a good fight, because I do not want to be satisfied with the status quo, and most importantly, because I refuse to let my dreams die. How can I move on living when I have turned back and said "No" to life?

And in the horizon, I see a tempest approaching. I've seen many tempests in my life. The majority of them took me by surprise, so that I had to learn - and very quickly - to look further, to understand that I cannot control time, to exercise the art of patience, to respect the fury of nature. Things do not always happen the way I would like them to, so it's better for me to get used to it.

The wind is speeding up. I'm in an open field; there are trees on the horizon that, at least theoretically, will attract the bolts. My skin is impermeable even though my clothes may get drenched. Therefore it's best to enjoy this vision rather than run for shelter.

I see the tempest approaching. Like any tempest, it brings destruction - but at the same time it waters the fields, and the wisdom of the heavens comes down with the rain. Like any tempest, it will pass. The more violent it is, the quicker it will pass.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 1:18 AM

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