Paradise Lost.

So it’s still freezing in my room today, but my cold is slightly better today. Clarinase kicked in, and I slept the afternoon away before getting up to do some work. After the nap, my head actually felt clear enough to think, ahem, academically. And now I’m sort of writing my Frankenstein essay.

I love all these references to Paradise Lost in the novel, about Satan and God and Adam and Eve. It’s such an epic story, but yet so simple and basic in its teachings. Isn't the title Paradise Lost itself, so dramatic and beautiful and explosive? I love it. In my mind’s eye now floats all these fantastical images of heavenly battles, hosts of angels and their fallen contemporaries, the omnipresent God, and the scheming scorned Satan. All happening in slow motion, of course, like a huge oil mural animated. That’s the only way such classics can be related, methinks. S-l-o-w motion.

Out of all the exchange students who share our floor, Nicola is my favourite. :) I say that because he’s a genial, kind of bumbling in his poor English, kind-hearted bloke. I always talk to him the most when we are in the kitchen together during mealtimes. The conversation is often halting and has to be repeated a few times, but hey we’re both patient people (I’ve gotten used to doing that since reaching Europe anyway). He’s got oodles of maggi-mee curly hair though, but hey he’s Italian I guess he can get away with it - … or not. He's just a nice guy lah, one of those gentle spirits that pass through your life without you ever really knowing them really well, but you still respect them anyway.

Hello to Marc all the way in Amsterdam, probably getting high as I type this. I miss you. I need that hug we were talking about. I’ll give you the one you wanted, in exchange ;)