What is love?

So what are my thoughts on this particularly sensitive and vulnerable topic? Well, i wouldn’t say that i can say much regarding love because being only a youngling in my last year of teenager life, i can’t say i’ve had the most extensive observation of the feeling. Personally though, love is a powerful emotion, one from the depths of your being, literally, considering the limbic system is actually rather deep inside your brain.

The American Dream

Things may have changed in the land of the free but one thing never will - the desire to own a property; to live off the land - and that my friend, is the American Dream. It never hit me till now, but my mum has always wanted the American Dream and it pains me to see that it will be extremely difficult for her to get any decent property and that she will eventually settle for some sub par apartment.

The joy of the midnight jog

So midnight runs normally conjure up images of getting in the car with your mates and driving out to the nearest 24-hour fast food chain, probably MacDonalds. As of recent though, they have come to mean jogging past the midnight mark in attempts to "cut", ironically for the prize of a glorious shouted meal. On such jogs i have undergone many epiphanies, particularly regarding assignments i seem to be perpetually all-night-ering for. It's no doubt that exercise definitely wakes me from the coma-inducing properties of biology study, you could say it helps jog the memory of ideas that could benefit my study.

Destructive Construction

The holidays back home always seem to refresh and renew my spirits and the recent 5-day trip did just that. In fact, this time has been the most relaxed thus far and it did reinforce that some of the best moments aren't those spectacular drunken misadventures, or big dramatic events, but simply the small moments like three guys on the coach to visit their friend in another city. Indeed, the one line that really spoke out was "destructive construction", a term one good friend used to describe capitalism and how, every day, billions of dollars are wiped off the stock-market and restored the next day. The phrase also conjures images of a phoenix, the ideal of which has always struck me as simply beautiful. To rise up from the ashes as a fiery, wrath-filled creature and to know that even if everything has gone to hell, there is still hope and you can still stand up - face each day as a stronger and more determined fighter.