July 2010
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Strawberries on Sunday
Dear Child I Will One Day Have (But Not Too Soon),
In all likelihood your mother will be totally strict about having lollies around bed time.
She’d like you to know though, that it was all because she loves you, not because she’s a tyrant who doesn’t know how awesome sweet things can be.
Here’s your mum’s 22 year old self, sitting cross legged on the floor....
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Some unexpected encouragement
Man in lab having a conversation while soaking some litmus paper: Hi! I haven't seen you before. Are you new to the lab?
Melissa (waiting on a nearby centrifuge): Er.. not really. I've been around all year, just haven't always had to do lab work here.
Man: Wait a minute. Are you a medical student?
Melissa: Haha yes, ok. Guilty. :)
Man: Respect!
Melissa: Why? Because I'm a medical student? That's silly!
Man: No, because you're a medical student, and you are interested in research.
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“Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.”
– from ‘The Book Of Nightmares’ — Galway Kinnell
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The woman in the lift
The brutal winter continues with a horrible flush of rain which, to my distaste, has managed to keep my laundry out three days in a row. Overnight, the world had become ablaze with my old classmates receiving their job offers for next year on the 19th, and celebrations and tears being shed concurrently or for different reasons all over the place.
Trying to meet up with Catrina the Monday evening...
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Paint like Jackson Pollock →
Have some time to waste? This is a lot of fun! :) P.S. If you click the screen the paint changes colour.
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“This is our world, lit with crescents and stars of light ; and great petals...”
– from ‘The Waves’ — Virginia Woolf
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Porcupine Landy Wen
我想我没那么坚强, 每个女还都是一样 渴望着爱情的好,...
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Keep calm and carry on
Rain, cold, and more rain and cold, and amongst it all, J (an old housemate) at the train station looking small and rumpled. I hadn’t seen for a while, the last time being lunch at a small Japanese place that students frequented in Caulfield at which point she said she finally broke up with her boyfriend. We’d all lived together in that massive house in my third year of university and...
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“Art cannot rescue anybody from anything.”
– from ‘The Moon in its Flight’ — Gilbert Sorrentino (via sashawantsmore)
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Popular Mechanics For Lovers Beulah (via...
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Simple (by John Mayer)
via jhnmyr:
I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship.
You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make sense when you can explain them to yourself in your own words. For instance, I’ve been...
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“..How often is it we are rescued by a stranger,if ever at all? And how is it...”
– from ‘Life After God’ — Douglas Coupland
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You Are The Best Thing Ray LaMontagne (via...
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A dream of toast
Last Saturday, so early in the morning that not even the birds were waking — 6am, fingers frozen, missing bed, drinking the 3rd cup of tea to clear my head… I was at work.
When you do a morning shift, you find out that the number of people who wake up alone is phenomenal. Sometimes I give in and converse, settle them into their day with the guilty feeling that they’ll pretend to...
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“It was the sea that made me begin thinking secretly about love more than...”
– from ‘The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea’ — Yukio Mishima
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Electric Feel Katy Perry (MGMT cover) (via...
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More meetings
It’s another wet winter day. Hot chocolate in hand, glasses sliding down my nose, I’m sitting in the middle of my floor surrounded by 4 echocardiograph textbooks. It’s strange, but whenever I read up on something, I never seem to able to trust just one source. Most of my notes, in small, cramped cursive, and are a correlation of me numerous chapters in multiple textbooks, all on...
