Wednesday, May 20, 2009 4:06 AM
It's a great miracle!
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/us_world/2009/05/19/2009-05-19_missing_link_found_fossil_of_47_millionyearold_primate_sheds_light_on_.html
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Monday, May 18, 2009 3:21 AM
Well, if I put my name on that line, I will be destined tobe a teacher for at least four years of my life.
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Saturday, May 16, 2009 7:44 PM
Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done. Nothing to be done at all.
I guess this is what they have moulded us into. Us wet clays are just waiting to go into the kiln and be fired. There is still time! Still time for the sculptor to add a wrinkle here or there. Still time for him to straighten our creased shirts!
I do not want to be fired in this shape. I would love another pose available. I want something classy, something simple but still amaze at the same time. Thought it is something difficult to ask for, I still hope. Butfaith seems to be dwindling. The candle is burning on the last minute part of the thread. For now, there is nothing to be done except pray. For that is the right thing to do.
The only thing to do.
What can I ask for? After all, this is just life. You are always the fish in the small pond, unaware of a larger water body hidden somewhere far far away. The Combines are out there waiting to get you. Right at the moment you let yourself off guard.
I belong to a bigger organisation and all I can do now is to stay low and wait. Wait for the moon to wax and wane. Wait for the tides to change. Wait for the seconds to crawl.
But the agony! The long and the arduous!
And it is times like this I wonder why wasn't my ambition to be a scientist? Why didn't I invent the time machine? A time machine to help us - all of uss poor souls living in the world - fast forward time whenever we desire, slow down the moments we all want to enjoy and ultimately, redo a scene again and again.
Like you first kiss. That romantic moment when you just hold her hands, pull her towards you and give her a peck on the lips. Right there. Out there in the heavy rain. Both of you drenched from heads to toes, savouring that little moment. Mmmm... oranges from dinner.
Perhaps I romanticise too much. Perhaps I think too much. But you out there somewhere know what I am talking about. You know who I am talking about. The phantom visitor like that from the opera house. Sing to me! Melt my heart with your voice!
And I just ponder on that thought. What a nifty little piece of imagination I have. I would paint the world green and brown but then again, isn't that what forests look like? How about grey and blue? Isn't that how the urbanised areas look like? I guess being an artist isn't much fun, is it?
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Sunday, May 03, 2009 2:55 AM
Tick tock tick tock boom...
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