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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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

I remember Chinese New Year of 2006, a poignant coincidence of the very same festival one year before. Grandma was home, just in time for what was (and still is) the family's most joyous time of the year. January 2005 saw her first major operation, which left her almost a month in Mt Elizabeth, and we were thrilled of course, when the doctors who attended to her gave the green light for her discharge, one week shy of CNY.

I could have never had thought that CNY of 2006 would be our last.

I remember making the decision when I was 13 or so, to wake up early each CNY to accompany my grandma to the Waterloo St temple - a tradition I kept up till I was 20, till she could no more be healthy enough to make the trip herself.

I remember grandma and I, walking hand in hand in the early hours of CNY, the sky barely litted up, as we approach a specific Hainanese flower vendor whom she bought a bouquet from each year. In the temple hall, I remember how she looked as she prayed - loyal, devoted and true - characteristics I've grown to know her for.

I remember her ang pows, each with a handwritten greeting with our names on it.

I remember the love in every littlest gesture she made.

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It has been 2 CNYs since she's gone. Time just passes you by when you least expect it, doesn't it? I still keep the ang pows in my wallet, and I'm glad I did that for they are the only articles which she wrote our names in her own handwriting.

Sometimes I do not know how to make sense of time, to grapple with such a force that seeks to remove me further away from memories of grandma, to gradually accept that I have lost something I cannot replace.

I can't go on writing this.

Always my source of strength and love, I will miss her unceasingly.

nimgnoy let the night fall at 4:15 PM

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