Pride can stand a thousand trials; the strong will never fall. But watching stars without you, my soul cried.

In love, it is better to know and be disappointed, than to not know and always wonder.

would u share my dreams if you knew what i was dreaming?

to the tune before i sleep,
Bless the dream that will beat-

tonight, to her, whom i'll meet,
Hold me close cos i need-

you, who care, being so sweet,
Then my heart i'll let u keep-

always.

the end

is it really the end?

as one door closes another opens.

Exam-luck to make up for everything-else-luck

Developmental processes Examination is special. 5 days before the paper, 6 review essay questions were released, of which, 3 will be replicated as exam questions. For the exam, we are allowed to bring in notes to help us write a good essay. Can prepare notes, can bring in notes, surely no problem right? wrong. I accidentally left my notes at home. and i only found out whilst sitting outside the exam hall, 15 minutes before the start of the paper.


Chan, B. J. (2010) Life is funny: A series of unfortunate events that leads to serendipity. Journal of Life, 1(1), 1-2.

Abstract: At an earlier event on Saturday, I decided that i did not want to study, and i went to play soccer. While playing soccer, i rolled my ankle so badly i couldn't walk. Since i cannot walk, i cannot leave my room. Since i cannot leave my room, i had nothing to do except study. The old man up there certainly has a sense of humor, using a brilliant paradigm to force me to study. In the present experiment, I test the old man's propensity to joke around in my direst moments, albeit having my best intentions at heart. Results support the idea that He is indeed a comedian.

Introduction
Friends offered me paper to write new notes, as well as some citations that i could not remember accurately. Yet, how much can one do in 10 minutes? haha. Oh wells. I did the what i could, which was sketchy notes for The first 3 questions (I started from the first question, so Qn 1, 2 and 3). Too bad for the rest of the questions (4, 5, 6). Alas, t'was time to enter the exam hall with a prayer and some statistics.

Null Hypothesis: A question for which i have no notes for appears. Therefore, Bryan is a Moron. 95% chance.

Hypothesis 1: Qn 1, 2, and 3 come out. The reason for this, well, the old man is really something. Having pulled a fast one on me over the weekend, decides that i'm quite the fan of comedy. Chance = 0.5 x 0.4 x 0.25 = 0.05
Nice.

Procedure & Results:
Paper is flipped over, Qn 1, 2 and 3 is tested. Null hypothesis rejected.

Discussion:
The results suggest with 95% confidence that the old man up there is quite the comedian, and well, although this one wasn't that fun, i must admit that it was an awesome ride.

Acknowledgements:
Mavis for the notebook paper! Vera for lending me the review questions script!
WenLin, Vera, Sarah, Sandy, Mavis, Audrey (and whoever i missed out) for all the information you lent me during those 10 hectic minutes!

Questions that bug you at 2.30am

What makes a person love another? What makes a person feel closeness with someone else? Can this closeness be explained? Can Chemistry be explained?


What makes a person end a relationship? Can chemistry be replaced? Can love be replaced? Could both be put in place?


Are we in relationships that have futures? or are we in relationships that make us happy? What matters? What doesn't?

No it's not for you..

..just a nice song.

the defendant is found guilty.

Of broken promises and untold truths: What lies beyond the horizon is a world of guilt, not opportunity, for only the remorseless looks back without a heavy heart.

Supper is served at 1.26am...

...A full cup of serenity, with a hint of meloncholy. It's warm. And it feels good in the tummy...but anything would right now. This never-ending hunger is sickening.

It seems that what's left after venting your spleen.....what's left is: emptiness. For i am perpetually hungry.

so just Give Me That Love.

A nice chill out song to go with the mood.

strange happenings

how did i wake up without my shirt on?!

lull of a lonely prince

Angel of old,

salve my soul.

Heal mine heart

and seal this hole.

A cut too deep

that kills my sleep,

still ties my hands

and binds my feet.

For late tonight,

there is no light.

No warmth within,

yet too cold outside.

O sands of time,

forgive my whine.

And wash pristine,

this past of mine.

Go ahead and Syphon my night

and usher in the morning light.

Broken phone booth

Am i alive?

or thoughts that drift away?

Does summer come for everyone?

Can humans do what prophets say?

If i die

Before i learn to speak,

Can money pay for all the days

I lived awake but half asleep?

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i know it's hard to keep an open heart

when even friends seem out to harm you.

But if you heal can heal a broken heart,

wouldn't time be out to charm you?

Don't cry

And when you are in need of someone my heart won't deny you. So many seem so lonely with no one left to cry to


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The text that never came.

Might.

Burrowing rabbit; Emerging rabbit; In search of the white rabbit

Coming in to the light

as he doesn't want to be alone.

But the sun burns into his sight

as reality hits home.

Emerging from the ground,

oblivious to the sounds.

Mine eyes dazzled by the sun,

I left my senses in remand.

I pray for us dear friend

that somehow we'll find the key.

And as we stumble across the land,

may we the white rabbit see.

An afternoon piece of nugget with curry sauce

Alternating currents overhead,

lights flicker and nothing being said.

Smell of mac nuggets on my hand,

i feel like i need a fan.

Should have had a double quarter pounder,

what an uncanny yet pleasant encounter.

-shaun ang.

the Eggxeggerating riddler.

In a marble hall as white as milk

Lined with skin as soft as silk

Within a fountain crystal clear

A golden apple doth appear

No doors are there to this stronghold

Yet thieves break in and steal the gold

Heart of the meek.

the blinding ray Shone threw the haze

bringing to light the truth of mine gaze

listen not to words of man

but sooner follow the trail of sand