Atypical scene
through the window beside
the silent school
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
What the bleep?
If you have heard or seen the movie "What the bleep do we know!?", that's great!
If not, you could read the study guide before you go watch the movie.
BTW, this guide is useful for those who have seen the movie too.
http://www.noetic.org/research/files/Bleep_Study_Guide.pdf
If not, you could read the study guide before you go watch the movie.
BTW, this guide is useful for those who have seen the movie too.
http://www.noetic.org/research/files/Bleep_Study_Guide.pdf
Surveys!
Wonder how many really like taking surveys.
Well I do! But only prefer meaningful ones.
A friend of mine Mr. Vishal Gokhale mailed me the below link to a Personality Survey from the BBC website called "What am I like?"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/whatamilike/index.shtml
Well I do! But only prefer meaningful ones.
A friend of mine Mr. Vishal Gokhale mailed me the below link to a Personality Survey from the BBC website called "What am I like?"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/surveys/whatamilike/index.shtml
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Haiku
Haiku is a short, three-line poem (originally from Japan) with the form: 5,7,5 syllables.
Its impressive, short and precise poetry.
I tried writing one myself.
Warm under the quilt while;
The chill winds blowing outside
Frost on the window
Try these links:
http://www.haikuworld.org
http://www.tinywords.com
Its impressive, short and precise poetry.
I tried writing one myself.
Warm under the quilt while;
The chill winds blowing outside
Frost on the window
Try these links:
http://www.haikuworld.org
http://www.tinywords.com
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Boredom
The ocean is still
No waves meet the shore
Too much time to kill
And mind yearns for more
For a climb uphill
And see what's in store
But the search makes me ill
And sick of rowing an unguided oar
Let me take a pill
Go to slumber and snore
On soft and light quills
And forget all that bores.
No waves meet the shore
Too much time to kill
And mind yearns for more
For a climb uphill
And see what's in store
But the search makes me ill
And sick of rowing an unguided oar
Let me take a pill
Go to slumber and snore
On soft and light quills
And forget all that bores.
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