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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Friday, March 23, 2007

It is not enough to say life is beautiful when you haven't exactly lived it. It doesn't take a genius to figure that it is one thing expounding on life while tap tap tapping on a laptop, and quite the other being out there and letting the world consume you as it were. It takes so much to live, it really does, to live in this world where you can only sift out happy moments from everything else apparently not so happy, and to say you have lived.

When then, can you truly profess to have lived, or to even claim that life is indeed a beautiful one? Having travelled the world? Having the perfect family? Having the riches? Having "made it" in life? Even the fool would tell you, my dear friend, that the answer is squarely, no.

We fail, we fail as students, we fail as lovers, we fail as sons and daughters of parents who have, in one way or another, failed us as well. Even as I get older and perceivingly wiser, I still fail. And that is were hurt originates and takes on a destructive path in lives.

I do not want to know the key to happiness in life, for honestly, there is none. (If you are lost here, I am not negating the existence of happiness, I am merely claiming that there isn't a prescibed secret to it.) Perhaps I fear failure, fearing it very well in the capacity knowing that I shouldn't, for humans are afterall made to fail. But until we can stop fearing failure, then, I guess that is where living can truly begin.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 4:38 PM

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