In brief...

I'm a Nature-lover, aspiring conservationist, and wannabe traveller in search of outdoor adventure.
My interests vary from conservation to education to heritage to Nature (biodiversity & wildlife) to outdoor activities to life in general.
They occupy most of my waking moment.
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UPDATE 2 Apr 2017 - This site is no longer maintained, please visit jocelynesze.wordpress.com if you're interested in more recent writing.

Wednesday, May 06, 2015

Countdown.

2.5 weeks to the start of exams, 3.5 weeks to the end. And less than 2 months to graduation.

I'm trying to concentrate on revising vertebrate evolution - particularly the origin of jaws, paired fins and digits. But I realised I had to settle my post-exam plans cos there were things that needed booking in advance, and that made me realise that I really have very little time in Cambridge after exams. 8 days, to be exact. 3 years' worth of memories and friendships, and I only have 8 days to celebrate all that.

Ah wells, nothing much I can do apart from ensuring that I do get to have a proper farewell with the people who matter.


Walk In The Rain - Passenger

I walked the steps of my father today
Worked till I froze and my face turned grey
And all of my fingers calloused and worn to the bone
And I felt like a child in a world full of men
Trying to capture that something again
Strong as an ox but slowly turning to stone

Walking away from this room dark and grey
Smoke hangs in clouds and the old echo plays

And the music is soft
And the voice it is hushed
And the boy he has loved
And the man he has lost

And I walk out in the rain
All over again

I felt the touch of my mother today
Gently pushing me forward again
Closing my eyes but still feeling the way
And I'm clutching at fingers through crumples & creases
I came to my senses it cut me to pieces
'Cause I needed more but I was pulling away

Walking alone with these legs made of stone
I'm almost dry and I'm almost home

Where the photographs smile
And I'm still someone's child
And my place it is set
So I'll stay for a while

Till I walk out in the rain
Like water would stain
And I'm born all over again

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