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 09, 2007

The word nostalgia finds its roots in two greek words. Nóstos, meaning to go back; and algos, which means pain. The product then, nostalgia, essentially means the suffering of pain derived from the yearning to return.

I am sitting on an arm chair, plush with its well embriodered cushion yet sturdy as its wooden frame forms its shape. This was where my grandma spent her days at home watching tv or sipping her afternoon tea. So this is how grandma must have felt. While this chair was not exclusively hers, it was unspoken within the family of how this chair came to be known as Ah Nae's chair, meaning Grandma's chair in hainanese.

You asked me once, if you would live to see me graduate. I said yes, you must persevere and hang on. It was apparently too hard, too tough, too much of a struggle. But you tried and eventually let go. Was it painful? We didn't even notice the last breath till we saw that you were not gasping for air anymore.

We live, but we live in pain. The suffering of pain derived from the yearning to return. To return to the days when you smiled and hugged us in your warm embrace. We live in days of nostalgia. We live to miss you more.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 5:43 PM

2 comments

2 Comments:

At 2:27 AM, Anonymous said...: beautifully written post, absolutely beautiful.
At 12:29 PM, Anonymous said...: "We live but we live in pain. The suffering of pain derived from the yearning to return"

I love that, and how true.

Hani.