A hand moves.
A valve opens.
A cell grows.
And a man stands up.
2009-09-21
2009-09-20
Latest Addition... Sunday, September 20, 2009
... to the MUSE album collection! Great music, as ever.
2009-09-18
2009-09-16
Interesting Incident. Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Was on the bus, going home with classmates. The bus was a single-decker handicap equipped wheelchair accessible bus. If you have gotten on one before, you would know that the platform at the back is basically empty most of the time; no one wants to go up there and stand.
At one bus-stop, a particular man came on board. A few seconds upon the closing of the doors, he asked "Why you all don't want to move in?" I ignored him, thinking it wasn't directed at me. Then he repeated it again, and I looked at him, thinking he wanted my precious and undivided attention. I said nothing and moved back, allowing a space for him to move to the back as he wanted so. When he walked past me and my classmates, we could smell (literally) an air of smoke around him. Yes a smoker. No wonder the haze is back.
Then i told my classmates, I should have asked "Do you know you can't smoke on the bus?". And I was at the front of the bus, and he blamed me.
Wow.
My fault for not being able to rally the masses to move to the back of the bus. Bet he doesn't know the platform is dangerous. Emergency stop = Ticket to the hospital.
What the hell? Smoke already nothing else to do. What a fag.
2009-09-14
Tick tock Monday, September 14, 2009
The pendulum is slowly oscillating.
2 more weeks.
14 more days.
336 hours.
.
.
.
And so on and so forth.
Time is running out; and yet we can't use a net to catch it.
It never gets caught by the traffic police.
Light has the fastest speed. Rubbish. Light 'stops' when we sleep. Time doesn't. It drains us until we are slowly wasted.
Old, wrinkled, and dying.
2 more weeks.
14 more days.
336 hours.
.
.
.
And so on and so forth.
Time is running out; and yet we can't use a net to catch it.
It never gets caught by the traffic police.
Light has the fastest speed. Rubbish. Light 'stops' when we sleep. Time doesn't. It drains us until we are slowly wasted.
Old, wrinkled, and dying.
2009-09-10
Rush hour. Thursday, September 10, 2009
Rush hour for studies, revision, practice.
And sometimes, you just make a wrong turn and drive straight into a traffic jam.
And what do you do then?
Wait for an invention that frees the roads of traffic jams, or open the car door and jump down into the swirling abyss of carpools and accidents?
I need a helicopter.
Half empty.