Longing is such sweet sorrow.

Sweet but nevertheless sorrowful.
But patience has its rewards...
Well, not really 'reward' in its proper sense.
Its just that the opposite -- impatience -- tends to allow for more suffering.
It takes a lot of discipline and practice to really be patient.
But the virtue asks for more than just waiting...
It asks for trust.
For ( Read more... )

I'm BORED.

And here I am giving in...
Finally?
Once again?
To blogging.

I would gladly be stuck inside the laboratory tinkering with abaca genes than sitting here at home.

I wanna work.
Or play.

Now I can't even think of what to say.

I miss the metro.
I miss my life.
I wanna go back to QC.

Summer is ending...
And it feels like I'm joining the ebb of people writing about summer ending.

Bwiset.In that case ( Read more... )

The cover of darkness makes the earth look like it's been sprinkled with stardust ( Read more... )

The research is going alright...
Thank you very much to those who've helped... Specially... Uhm... W***e can I mention you here? Those who've contributed so much.
Hopefully I'll finish by Tuesday night.Classes are doing fine. Anthropology is proving to be interesting. After all, it unites a field I am overly familiar with to one I am eager to learn ( Read more... )

Greetings blog readers!

I'm currently researching on THIOPURINE METHYL TRANSFERASE (TPMT), its correlation to MYELOSUPPRESSION, to the usage AZATHIOPRINE and all in all, the importance of these to the TREATMENT OF CROHN'S DISEASEThough the internet may provide information that could help me, I would value your help and whatever information you can ( Read more... )

My summer break is almost halfway through...
Monday, I'll have to enrol then go home again...
Only to face another week, the Holy Week, with 'nothing much' to do.

I've already begun counting lizards on the wall.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't so hot.
The electric fan is on the whole day, directing its wind upon one spot:
Where I ( Read more... )

Can't sleep ( Read more... )

How does it feel to be twenty?

A question I haven't answered, properly or improperly. It is a question I scarce know how to answer considering change occurs to me in sworls and loops, unfettered by the system of decades and years. But it is also a question I want to dare to answer. In a way, it is a question I'd much rather ponder on rather than ( Read more... )

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