as i pledged myself to enroll in swimming class again this year, i had a dream of a great white shark lurking in the pool, next to my body, watching with her evil eyes.
then my nephew woke me up. (i dont know if he actually saving me or just being extra cheeky - with blocks of lego in my shirt and in blanket).
2017. bring it on. my brain is getting fragmented, burning out and perhaps going to my sister is the best idea in the world to seek solace.
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this entry was actually random thoughts from
sherlock holmes.. and' i love your blog'... thing. (i guess i'm in the verge of abandoning social media, but then i found myself doing twitter... using a pseudoname of a jellyfish - immortal brainless but sting like hell)
that shark was the imaginary excerpt from sherlock holmes' episode of the six thatcher. anecdotes from the appointment in samarra.. how i wish i could save the one i love from predestined fate. and like sherlock holmes, i always hated the story.
appointment in samarra
last friday i was at baker street, from victoria station coming from sheffield - miss me?
there were too many people at 221b, so i decided to sit at pret a manger, for a nice americano and nice reading.
two weeks before i was in reading, made a stop at a hotel called the great expectations, opened by the famous charles dickens. at that time, i was thinking about the exact moment of an incident, that lead to the very thing that happens now. ah, human mind is so fallible.
dad was on the phone last night. his blood test did not come out good. diabetes is a debilitating disease caused by malfunction of insulin receptor, or inability of pancreas to excrete insulin. there was a research on cell reprogramming to generate cellular ability to produce insulin, but it was retracted just two weeks ago - pulling the research back to where it was before - question marks. i emailed the professor a year ago on his groundbreaking research - but to no avail. maybe he just want me to google the papers myself.
now i feel bad about answering: everything about me is on the internet. there's nothing special. (and that kind of arrogance putting me off from anyone - unless they come with special kind of hat.
diabetes is a heart breaking and puzzling at the same time. it is genetic or is it lifestyles? food or oxidative stress. it is upsetting. at times i feel helpless.
writing from reading:
to london at evening.
then my nephew woke me up. (i dont know if he actually saving me or just being extra cheeky - with blocks of lego in my shirt and in blanket).
2017. bring it on. my brain is getting fragmented, burning out and perhaps going to my sister is the best idea in the world to seek solace.
-------------------------------------------
this entry was actually random thoughts from
sherlock holmes.. and' i love your blog'... thing. (i guess i'm in the verge of abandoning social media, but then i found myself doing twitter... using a pseudoname of a jellyfish - immortal brainless but sting like hell)
that shark was the imaginary excerpt from sherlock holmes' episode of the six thatcher. anecdotes from the appointment in samarra.. how i wish i could save the one i love from predestined fate. and like sherlock holmes, i always hated the story.
appointment in samarra
last friday i was at baker street, from victoria station coming from sheffield - miss me?
there were too many people at 221b, so i decided to sit at pret a manger, for a nice americano and nice reading.
two weeks before i was in reading, made a stop at a hotel called the great expectations, opened by the famous charles dickens. at that time, i was thinking about the exact moment of an incident, that lead to the very thing that happens now. ah, human mind is so fallible.
dad was on the phone last night. his blood test did not come out good. diabetes is a debilitating disease caused by malfunction of insulin receptor, or inability of pancreas to excrete insulin. there was a research on cell reprogramming to generate cellular ability to produce insulin, but it was retracted just two weeks ago - pulling the research back to where it was before - question marks. i emailed the professor a year ago on his groundbreaking research - but to no avail. maybe he just want me to google the papers myself.
now i feel bad about answering: everything about me is on the internet. there's nothing special. (and that kind of arrogance putting me off from anyone - unless they come with special kind of hat.
diabetes is a heart breaking and puzzling at the same time. it is genetic or is it lifestyles? food or oxidative stress. it is upsetting. at times i feel helpless.
writing from reading:
to london at evening.
