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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Wednesday, April 18, 2007

As much as the fragility of life comes from its ephemeral nature, it is also the very source from which beauty comes forth. And few can come to believe its worth, from this point of view at least.

Hani and I used to see ourselves as struggling artists of the floating world, aptly after our A level lit text of a similar title. We live for our art and beliefs, and we very much suffer for holding on to these values too. The belief that there exists a beauty of life which everyone else seems to deem totally floaty, yet we still find meaning and reconciliation in its transient nature.

"The best things, he always used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning."

Just as God created nature, and all things beautiful within that realm, He never made it to last forever. I believe that flowers are only beautiful because it will, one day, wilt and return to dust. Its temporal nature enthralls and grips you, and if you can find beauty within such premises, then I guess you've experienced this beauty of life I am talking about.

Ishiguro's novel had a profound impact on my life, and I think only Hani truly understands what it meant to me. It has led us to cherish the ephemeral, to chase the impossible.

This is certainly not the conventional take on life, or a very good way of looking ahead either. Many of my actions, fueled by this belief, hint at these transitory and illusionary qualities, and had been frowned upon as extravagant and arrogant.

I can understand why - I used to think that to pass away one's time and to spend one's skill celebrating things so intagible and transient, I suppose it all rather wasteful, all rather decadent.

In the words of Ishiguro through Mori-san, who was explaining the floating world, 'But I've long since lost all such doubt, Ono,' he continued. 'When I am an old man, when I look back over my life and see I have devoted it to the task of capturing the unique beauty of the world, I believe I will be well satisfied. And no man will make me believe I've wasted my time.'

nimgnoy let the night fall at 11:03 AM

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