and i am still awake.
receptors are chemical groups on the external surface of the postsynaptic cell.
i think i’ve read that at least 50 times over without actually reading it.
which is quite pointless because its an introduction line. sigh.
have you ever read half a page in a book only to realise you were daydreaming and have no idea what you just read?
little bursts of euphoria at the comments left on the week without my cammy.
if i’d known people where gonna read it i’d have written something better. it doesn’t really suffice, that post. i wasn’t in the correct mood anyway…after the whole rant.
fragments, there’s something so complex in its simplicity that’s a wonder to me.
the people involved, everything.
i don’t know why i’m so melancholic today...yesterday. it might be the norah jones i snitched off a coursemate’s thumbdrive. i’ve been listening to it the whole day.
wish people would comment on the posts more… rather than in the cbox. it gives me something to read when i revisit… rather than feeling like no one reads my posts. and all you silent readers out there, say hi k?
and because i’m possibly incapable of posting just words,
ghosts below my window
p.s. frankly, apart from being 'so beautiful' (tis the truth) amazing grace reminded me of my late grandmother's wake. and the epilogue, my dad. excuse me while i go cry myself to sleep now.
- the hallway smelt of durian -