oh my eyes hurt. 5 half hours of sleep the night before and a long day in school. 13 hrs with 9 hours of lessons. probably a personal record. 11 hours of lessons this week and there goes 9. 5 hours of french is really amazing. good thing it’s not another subject placed at the [...]
Biochemistry.
8 Nov - CA 29 Nov - last lecture of the semester18 Nov - final exam
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fire fire! so unexcitingly exciting.
1.45pm me reaches blk S2. nothing to do, too early, naps on bench outside lab.1.50pm fire alarm goes off. nothing else seems to happen other than irritating alarm(yeah i know it’s designed to be irritating.1.55pm Dr Darren Yeo walking around talking to someone and confirming that it’s a real fire. he [...]
Professor Sydney Brenner.im not like someone, who oogles at the his eyebrows. yeah, first thing i liked about him was his way of speech. i like it when people have alot to say and can’t wait to say it all. but he must be so used to giving speeches.he talks, non-linearly, which is very important [...]
the motive of these posts today, if you’re wondering…isto induce some thoughts in people. is to, break free of the monotonous boring life that people seem to be living. to depart from the standard topics of conversation and post.
to show, that reality is only reality. and the imaginations are still there, if you can find [...]
you look up to the sky, and see dark clouds gatheringand you trudge up the stepsand you see the rain arriving, and you hurry on your way.
when all is done, and in the morning the sun shines againand the grass has dried and flowers openedand you blink your eyes and imagines the rain falling here [...]
“image, our planet floating silently in spacearound it, a white dove flies, forever circlingevery 100 years, the dove’s wing gently touches the face of the earththe time it would take this feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing,is eternity”
Artist: Secret GardenTitle: Dawn of a New Century
perhaps a smile on the boy by the riverkeeping watch on the revellerssinging drinking on the steamboat chugging byperhaps a gaze of incomprehension, innocenceat its infancy.
he dances by the river, jagged tune in the breezehe smiles in the sunshine, squirreled nuts in the treesliving in the world of him,without language, without song,but simply with life.
listening:Artist: [...]
meadowed grass by the river banka boy sitting on a fallen treeshaving a branch with an old jackknifeperhaps a whistle it is to be
listen to the salmon swimup the river pass the bankswiftly pass the young boy’s tearsup and away all these years
a gentle tune in the light spring breezethin yet lightly sorrow filledwhich the [...]
tears tears and more tears and endless tears
