True Story

Davangere

Davangere.

Her cold harsh winds tear at your skin, peeling away any semblance of dignity and nobility you brought with you. She lusts for the blood of scholars and academics alike, yet blessed with nothing but old ugly men in unkempt beards and ravaged women with wild hair.

Davangere.

She claws at your mind with dirty nails, gleers down your eyes, sneers. Her skirt drags a poisonous path, winding down the destiny of your life. She knows she has you and conspires to keep you here forever.

Oh Davangere.

God has forgotten her, and the Devil shuns her. And the angels weep.

Happy Diwali in India

Train station in Mysore, India

Its 11.15pm now on the eve of Diwali/Deepavali and I've decided that its already too late to get any studying done.

Spent the morning and half the afternoon rewatching the Pirates of the Carribean trilogy with Victor. After that, I studied a bit of Pharmacology. Then for dinner I went to Cafe Haven with my roommate Zeff for some burgers. I thought I would return back to the room and get a couple more hours of studying done but instead went out to play firecrackers and fireworks with the gang. Today was hardly a productive day with under 2 hours of revision, and I feel guilty considering first internal exams are barely a week away.

A couple of thoughts I've had in the past few days:

1. I get more sleep now than when I was in secondary school. My eye bags have decreased dramatically ever since I finished Form 5.

2. Scientia potentia est (knowledge is power). Guard it well.

3. My intellect is gradually deteriorating as more energy is spent on rote memorization of things that "already exist" rather than being spent on brainstorming new ideas and creating.

I think thats all for now. Perhaps tomorrow will be a more productive day.

Interesting Life

On a scale of 1-10, how evil and mischievous do I look.