Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Moving to tumblr

i'm focussing my efforts on my tumblr page - http://borstalboy.tumblr.com/ it will be mostly pics and short posts. not as angstsy as this one. haha!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

As Long as Your Eyes are Blue

As Long as Your Eyes are Blue
A. B. 'Banjo' Paterson

"Will you love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
When the charms of youth shall have passed away
Will your love as of old prove true?

"For the looks may change, and the heart may range
And the love be no longer fond;
Will you love with truth in the years of youth
And away to the years beyond?"

Oh, I love you, sweet, for your locks of brown
And the blush on your cheek that lies --
But I love you most for the kindly heart
That I see in your sweet blue eyes.
For the eyes are the signs of the soul within,
Of the heart that is leal and true,
And, my own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
May be reft of their golden hue;
But, my own sweetheart, I shall love you still,
Just as long as your eyes are blue.

Monday, April 5, 2010

I Am

just bought a video cam app for iphone 3g, so expect some videos here soon. for now, enjoy the poem below.

I Am John Clare (1793 - 1864)

I am - yet when I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivion host
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost,
And yet I am - and live, with shadows tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest, that I loved the best,
Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man has never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept,
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below - above the vaulted sky.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Whan that April whith his shoures soote

from The General Prologue to The Canterbury Tales - Geoffrey Chaucer (1340? - 1400)

Whan that April whith his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendered is the flour;
When Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hat in every holt and heeth
The tenfre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his half cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open eye
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seeken straunge strondes,
To fern halwes, kowthe on sondry londes;
And specially from every shores ende
Of Engelond to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

(lines 1 - 18)

i had to memorise this for school. i remembered lines 1-14, and had to look up the rest of it. and would you be surprised to know that i've yet to find some use for it? i thought about trying it in a pub, but i'm afraid i might get my head kicked in for being a pretentious show-off twat. so why am i posting this now? well, the first line referred to the month of April. so, do you see how my mind works now?

interestingly, i also saw a film of the Canterbury Tales directed by Pier Paolo Pasolini many years ago. an x-rated version, i might add. it was boring as boring could be. watch it at your own risk.

:D anyway, read this post and be cultured. haha! good day.

My true love hath my heart and I have his

My true love hath my heart and I have his

My true love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given.
I hold this dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true love hath my heart and I have his.

His heart in me keeps me and him in one,
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:
He loves my heart, for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

Sir Philip Sidney (1554 - 86)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

See bacterial invasion with your own eyes!

Here is a confocal microscopy movie of a cell that's expressing a particular protein that is tagged with a green fluorescent protein (GFP) from jellyfish. The cell is then infected with bacteria (appearing in red). Note that as the each bacterial particle lands, the green host proteins accumulate at the base. This accumulation only occurred where the bacterium landed, indicating that there is a "rercruitment" at the landing site of this GFP-tagged protein. This recruitment implies a role for this host protein in bacterial invasion, and that the bacteria somehow usurps this protein to facilitate infection. A nice demonstration of how bacteria hijacks the host cell components.

On Waterloo Bridge


On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:

This is nothing. You're high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip.
You're a fool. I don't care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss-
I admit it before I am halfway across.

This poem makes me smile; the only reason why I'm posting it. It is so light and carefree, almost childlike; the person experiencing a pure and unblemished emotion. I hope you enjoy it.