chilled on the outside, warm on the inside

observation of the day: the weather turns significantly warmer after a rain event, but the opposite happens after showers of snow. and you would have thought such a phenomenon wasnt possible since they were essentially the same thing!

still, the first snowfall has been nothing but exhilarating. Sticking out my tongue as i trudged to classes and looking like a goon was completely worth it as i felt the ice cold sensation melting at the slightest touch.

and who else have i to thank but the most creative architect of the world for these little joys in my life:)

song of the day: something that we just finished learning today and i really love the lyrics. nothing more apt really, after seeing the beauty of nature, to truly realise that my happiness is found in less of me and more of Him.:)

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i love physics.

every morning an endless battle ensues within me. the gravitational force that's tugging at me back into bed and the equally strong urgency derived from a pile of never ending work that's making me move towards my breakfast drawer. usually the one that requires me to travel the shortest distance ends up victorious. the bed of cos, which goes without saying. unless the force on the other end is simply too great a draw- a growling stomach maybe, but almost all the time, it's about work that's loading as if each piece were under the influence of gravity and the only way it could go is down onto me. sometimes i wish both forces work in the same direction.

when words read a million times over but still never a bore.(unlike my exam notes that are boring me to tears)

"When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think it's so important that it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain." --Cecelia Ahern

Mr perfect/miss imperfect

Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?

life's mean reds.

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