inspirations are such queer things. sometimes they come in spurts, or gush at an overwhelming rate; sometimes they flow so slowly like viscous chocolate; sometimes they only drip ...like a leaking faucet; and ephemeral they don't last. annoying ):
studying for blocks made me realise that if you are in the science stream the subjects that we are studying for are actually very dry subjects which do not require any form of like..creative thinking. which is really saddening i mean we were all born fun and capable of outrageous thoughts...we could weave stories and random theories no one can understand and splatter paint doodle art (which i still do- uhm not the splatter paint part) but none of us feel this way sometimes cos we are busying ourselves memorising practical stuff like F=ma or sth. and it retards our thinking. WE NEED TO RUN AWAY FRIENDS. haha.
