<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 02:02:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>my mind's eye</title><description></description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6304279253994390806</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-06T01:59:32.506+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up one morning to a different light&lt;br /&gt;i thought i saw myself in a morbid plight&lt;br /&gt;freeze the moment please&lt;br /&gt;just let me sleep a little longer&lt;br /&gt;but the unrelenting hands of time&lt;br /&gt;threw me out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;and before i knew it i was standing&lt;br /&gt;on a platform between 2 instances of time.&lt;br /&gt;the sea of drones and endless peons&lt;br /&gt;short skirts office works and endless ties&lt;br /&gt;i heard a voice saying welcome to life&lt;br /&gt;this will be your faithful wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at the gates of steel and wire&lt;br /&gt;into the sanctum of a carpeted mire&lt;br /&gt;met a few randoms none of my desire&lt;br /&gt;we sat and chat and and perplexed&lt;br /&gt;about our world to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i travelled through space and time&lt;br /&gt;the many visions beguiling my mind&lt;br /&gt;the faces the places the names of all the aces&lt;br /&gt;nothing stuck in my gray slime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entered at my own risk through the glass doors of eden&lt;br /&gt;met a mermaid along the shore&lt;br /&gt;this isnt too bad i thought to myself&lt;br /&gt;and swam out to sea to find out more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6304279253994390806?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-day-woke-up-one-morning-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-673089239186022369</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T05:06:11.622+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;coming to terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it's been slightly over a month since i returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;am i happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;looking back at THAT period of despondency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i guess i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but insofar nothing much has changed except that i noticed everything thing has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aged since my absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and a part of me is discontented with not being a part of the ageing process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but i am glad to be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i havent been doing much reflection as of late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;where do i go now what happens next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;are the questions which constantly haunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my waking hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;even in sleep i do not slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for fear of missing out on that VERY phonecall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;which might change my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sometimes i don't even know what i want anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the vast options out there, blurred with generality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;life isn't always as serious as it appears to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but more often than not it really is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;in a world which demands only the best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for what i've been chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but there's nothing to hold onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-673089239186022369?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/11/coming-to-terms-its-been-slightly-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-667502696825554892</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T02:59:32.009+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;these days, there's nothing much to write anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;for life is but a walking shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;phases and ages and spaces within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they tire and turn the strong to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;crossroad after crossroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they fade to grey each time i pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the invisible road never illumated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;until night falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;breathing is dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and dreaming awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;its nothing like a stomachache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-667502696825554892?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/06/dice-these-days-theres-nothing-much-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6115778769026992206</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2009 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T23:23:37.685+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it is finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it is this silent night&lt;br /&gt;where echos of typing and anguish are heard no more&lt;br /&gt;for it has been done and sent to the binders.&lt;br /&gt;21 months of toil and slackness all amounting to&lt;br /&gt;this feeling of loss and bewilderment&lt;br /&gt;for my compass needle still refuses to set&lt;br /&gt;swaying between the past and the unknown&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams will always emerge&lt;br /&gt;but what about reality, this domain?&lt;br /&gt;light was the reason why i became blind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6115778769026992206?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-finished.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1955559056984326780</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2009 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-09T12:14:48.292+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;february 9, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been awhile since i last documented anything in this space. not that i had forgotten about it, neither have i been happy enough to not rant here...lazinnessd probably got to me i guess.. so for sake of memory the following events took place in the absence of posting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- attended ISPIM symposium from 14-17 dec. my first conference alone and green. definetly opened my eyes to the wider world of practice.&lt;br /&gt;- weelip and shawn's wedding on the 21s of dec. yet another fun and happy event which i was a part in.&lt;br /&gt;- christmas 2008. somehow, christmas last year came and went despite me returning to sg slightly earlier as compared to 2007. it's just sad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the traditional serving of reservist in between to balance out the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things started to get pretty irritating when i had to fly back to brisbane in jan because of my&lt;br /&gt;damn air ticket date which cannot be extended any longer. it's ironic because my work was done for that period --i was awaiting my thesis results. this sucked on an epic magnitutude because not only was i away from home, i was away from home for a retarded reason. as a result, cny 2009 and birthday 2009 were to be spent away from home. the first of both kinds and definetly the most pathetic up-to-date. sadness. to top things up my lease and student visa are about to end and i don't know if i have any time to fix up my thesis... and for the record, my housing rental agent is a megabitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will i go from now? i seriously don't know. with so many things just blocking my path its like driving down the autobahn in a bloody hyundai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-update : i just got some good news that i may be able to graduate soon...but how soon is another question. nevertheless it's the best bday present this yr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1955559056984326780?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-9-2009-been-awhile-since-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-7806315107108118146</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T01:49:25.413+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>this is it.&lt;br /&gt;21 months all gone down in 137 pages of words&lt;br /&gt;the hum of the photocopier sounds like a chior of angels&lt;br /&gt;it's done and dusted&lt;br /&gt;may angels lead me in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-7806315107108118146?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6876978598124312551</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T04:53:51.103+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hindsight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it's one of those pensive nights again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sitting in my room, yes my very own room now that i am back in SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just lulling about how far time has elapsed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lots of shit have happened since the last post but as i note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this blog is just a fragment of nothingness meant to leave behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a fragment of something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the mark of the true essence of existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;coming back home this time round was slightly different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;as my brother had a fall and had to (and still is) warded in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it was also a time of realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so much has changed too ever since i left barely a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;for the worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it still make me wonder how can we every survive the impending doom that will engulf us in the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;things used to be so much better the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;during my time here i decided to do a bit of home improvement projects for dad and mum as they were faithfully at the hospital most of their waking hours looking after my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;thre out alot of redundant trash and reorganised the house, i seriously have never been so neat in my life. and then i stumbled upon my childhood toys which comprised of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a sega megadrive with all the games, still fully working, my starcom, m.a.s.k, silverhawk, and one more series of toys which i forgot the name. those brought back memories which were but a grey area before i saw them. truly, the gift of sight does wonders to memory. not forgetting the countless mcdonalds happy meal toys which my mum had bought and kept aside for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it suddenly dawned on me... where did the time go? those happy times, of carefree-ness. where did they go. countless evenings of cartoons and tom &amp;amp; jerry...all gone with the wid. if i were to step into a toy store now, people would say i'm crazy. sigh. somewhere along the way i guess the joy just faded away. moving on to bigger things in life i guess. have you ever noticed how nice people treat kids compared to adults? makes me wonder if the pretence is worth it when the kids eventually find out that the world isn't Neverland after all. (but this is just me thinking out loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the buildings seemed to have changed too, construction everywhere, long-time shops being replaced by 1 hit wonders and the shallow tinge of fashion scents. the kids hold more PSPs that i have ever seen in my life and the drivers have become more retarded. what's up with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;also got the opportunity to meet up with some poly friends... though the time was short, i did have a great time hanging out with them. looking back, it's been what...5 years since i last saw them and we still managed to meet up! indeed they were not just names on MSN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm still enjoying my time here...but i am thinking hard this time. is the sacrifice well worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6876978598124312551?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/11/hindsight-its-one-of-those-pensive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6995876956992539669</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T01:22:17.529+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 3 weeks i was lost&lt;br /&gt;transition from concrete jungle to&lt;br /&gt;subterranean rainforest&lt;br /&gt;waylaid by the elder&lt;br /&gt;and robbed of my identity&lt;br /&gt;there was no time for despair&lt;br /&gt;no time for tears&lt;br /&gt;just time for endless voiceless struggle&lt;br /&gt;i lost myself&lt;br /&gt;in the abyss of realism&lt;br /&gt;and the gap between idealism&lt;br /&gt;headaches on the&lt;br /&gt;hard bed tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;until daybreak greets me in my&lt;br /&gt;lucid state&lt;br /&gt;trying to correlate&lt;br /&gt;i can see anything in the dark&lt;br /&gt;but then what is there which darkness hides?&lt;br /&gt;half empty boxes strewn across the room&lt;br /&gt;in this place i now call home&lt;br /&gt;some day they will see&lt;br /&gt;when my body turns to dust that my life was not what they imagined to be&lt;br /&gt;forced and concealed to be hidden in earth&lt;br /&gt;the spirit overcomes and flies away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6995876956992539669?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/09/pensive-for-past-3-weeks-i-was-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6070954641550341832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T09:55:48.912+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One step at a time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess every research student would have probably felt the same way as the lyrics of this song...by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face as the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;when you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way you get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6070954641550341832?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-step-at-time-i-guess-every-research.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8960118761879494787</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T09:50:43.102+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>W.H.Y - The mother of all questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so i've been tagged. But i've got to say i'm breaking the rules with the number of friends thing cos most of my friends don't blog but hey this is still quite fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your most favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dreaming. Both in wakefulness and in sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. If you have a close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nope. I’ll disown him from the beginning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. If you could change your sex for one day, would you want to? who would you call up and tell first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nooo. to spare me the agony of thinking who will i call up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to be able to wake up from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;as long as I am able bodied, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could turn back time, what would you have done differently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; would not have taken a masters. Probably would have taken an honours or gone to work first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You say "I love you" to your other half; describe your feelings for your partner right then in more words than one when you said it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;calm and flustered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;warm, charming and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to not be untidy and forgetful because I am untidy and forgetful and if she is untidy and forgetful we both end up self destructing….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;being untidy and forgetful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; don’t know…seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is anyone really perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no. I am a misanthrope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;to be happy of course. There is no price u can pay for happiness (and convenience..but that it out of the topic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;my apathetic-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;18. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stable corporate job maybe? With a family and a menagerie of animals, maybe a few kids and one badass wolf-dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. If someone had found a path to immortality to be bestowed upon you in exchange for one of your abilities, would you take it, and what would you sacrifice for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;no. immortality would be useless if all my friends and family are dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Which do you think marks more of sincerity? Blood or tears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tears. Its easy to shed blood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erina&lt;br /&gt;Fabian&lt;br /&gt;Lyly&lt;br /&gt;Sam woo&lt;br /&gt;Amias&lt;br /&gt;Haoki&lt;br /&gt;James Lucas Scott&lt;br /&gt;Peyton Sawyer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8960118761879494787?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/w.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-3041732124201831229</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 04:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T12:51:22.343+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>reprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big words little action&lt;br /&gt;the endless grind for quest perfection&lt;br /&gt;undaunted bated kicked in the face&lt;br /&gt;tired of running this silly little race&lt;br /&gt;wasted time once was mine a priceless&lt;br /&gt;prize for Miss Realise&lt;br /&gt;the streets are filled with memories and music of the day&lt;br /&gt;which used to play,&lt;br /&gt;now ring in ghostly disarray&lt;br /&gt;these scars will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;like removed nails in a fence&lt;br /&gt;just like tears are worth&lt;br /&gt;more than blood&lt;br /&gt;are silent cries of the heart&lt;br /&gt;an even though She flies so high&lt;br /&gt;She knows she'll never die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-3041732124201831229?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/reprise-big-words-little-action-endless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4139087987156249063</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T22:35:17.336+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lamentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sadness is an emotion characterized by feelings of disadvantage, loss, and helplessness. When sad, people often become quiet, less energetic, and withdrawn.&lt;/em&gt; - wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm plagued.&lt;br /&gt;plagued with the unending weight of my damn literature review&lt;br /&gt;and thesis&lt;br /&gt;somehow there's this feeling that i've not done enough. it's still incomplete&lt;br /&gt;which makes me want to sit down properly and improve it&lt;br /&gt;but when that time come&lt;br /&gt;fatigue kicks in&lt;br /&gt;and then hopes of how wonderful it would be to finally hand in the damn thesis&lt;br /&gt;false tears of joy will then well up&lt;br /&gt;and this cycles goes on an on&lt;br /&gt;but of course no one knows it&lt;br /&gt;except my God and blogger&lt;br /&gt;where did the time go&lt;br /&gt;it's never too late for remorse i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4139087987156249063?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/lamentations-sadness-is-emotion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2673151927791846173</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T12:50:10.038+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;restraint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had moments when you wanted to scream&lt;br /&gt;but had no voice&lt;br /&gt;or when you are feeling chatty like the world's #1 friendliest human&lt;br /&gt;but have a recurring whooping cough which prevents you from saying a complete sentence&lt;br /&gt;or when the speed limit of the road is 110km/h&lt;br /&gt;but there is a road hogger in every lane of the expressway travelling at 20km/h&lt;br /&gt;preventing you from overtaking&lt;br /&gt;still can't relate?&lt;br /&gt;how about adding stuff to a lit review by summarrising a 200-page report?&lt;br /&gt;still can't?&lt;br /&gt;it must be me then.&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2673151927791846173?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/restraint-have-you-ever-had-moments.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1165607972493917916</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T03:08:14.309+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream a lot,&lt;br /&gt;I know you say&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away.&lt;br /&gt;"The world is not yours for the taking"&lt;br /&gt;Is all you ever say.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the best for you,&lt;br /&gt;But promise that you'll stay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I watch you go,&lt;br /&gt;You'll see me wasting,&lt;br /&gt;you'll see me wasting away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, your words felt like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes are meant for lonely people standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And no matter where I go it's always pouring all the same.&lt;br /&gt;These streets are filled with memories&lt;br /&gt;Both perfect and in pain&lt;br /&gt;And all I wanna do is love you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Cause today, your words felt like a knife&lt;br /&gt;I'm not living this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I know, if you're leaving&lt;br /&gt;All you did was stop the bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;But these scars will stay forever,&lt;br /&gt;These scars will stay forever&lt;br /&gt;And these words they have no meaning&lt;br /&gt;If we cannot find the feeling&lt;br /&gt;That we held on to together&lt;br /&gt;Try your hardest to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me,Or watch me bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I need you just to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1165607972493917916?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/like-knife-i-dream-lot-i-know-you-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8866914871189459235</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T08:47:30.084+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 presentation down, 1 final to go&lt;br /&gt;1 thesis to complete, 8 days to bleed&lt;br /&gt;somehow a part of me wants to just hand it up while another says to make it an uber one. i can see the finishing line but somehow its fading back into the distance. my minds a warp right now. i'm in a state of transition, ending but not finishing, to choose between working and living, is IT for me or what i thought was for me? as the days pass i begin to wonder if i've wasted 1.5 years doing nothing. i dont feel wiser, same distance from home. standing between continents. neither son nor friend. my friends used to know me personally, but now i am just a name, the skies are clearer here but i don't see the sun. is that what i am, searching for identity, a classification in this messy world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait in the same spot&lt;br /&gt;brain like a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;with this traffic in my head&lt;br /&gt;won't you kick me hard instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you August, for waking me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8866914871189459235?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/08/break-me-1-presentation-down-1-final-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-6896532043147766197</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T03:04:40.223+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a reminder to self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You called my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reached out Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Restored my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I was redeemed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The moment You entered my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amazing grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christ gave that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life was changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When from my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fell the weight of my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So it’s with everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I reach out for Your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The hope for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The second chance I’ve gained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On You I throw my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Casting all my fears aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How could greater love than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever possibly exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Consume my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As I rest in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I’m now in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With a Saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bearing the marks of His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I’ll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;With my hands released to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where a little faith’s enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To see mountains lift and move&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll wait upon You now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dedicated to Your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To this love that will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A love that never fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-6896532043147766197?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminder-to-self-you-called-my-name.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-561426729217417554</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T22:22:42.127+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Data analysis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hot water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OSK green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IKEA lamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saitek Eclipse II keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hp laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just add magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-561426729217417554?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/07/data-analysis-hot-water-osk-green-tea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1270595468026233018</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T20:12:22.278+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;staying green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with the sudden craze of being green all of a sudden? over the past 3 days i have read and come across at least 3 articles about tips to stay green and calculate your carbon footprint. has the world finally realised that we've been harming Mother Earth? it's sad really; that only until now we are trying to make an effort to stay green. i used to remember collecting rough paper as a kid and eagerly wanting to throw them into the green recycling bins under my void deck (or were it yellow? one was for plastics and the other's for paper either way) thinking that i could make a difference until one day i realised i could not. how many apathetic souls can they convince in their bid to stay green right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1270595468026233018?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/07/staying-green-whats-with-sudden-craze.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1699595491983696722</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 14:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T23:17:37.385+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shakespeare once wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There is a tide in the affairs of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Omitted, all the voyage of their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is bound in shallows and in miseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On such a full sea are we now afloat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And we must take the current when it serves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or lose our ventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wondered if i missed my tide. suddenly all those months of sleepwalking through my life's endeavour have paid off. I've got less than a month to my oral presentaion and my thesis is to be submitted a month after. somehow a part of me believes that i can pull off this stunt of creating a thesis of sufficient value within such a short period, whereas another part of me says that i am truly dead. so many things are hitting me right now, the masters, housing, the future. is my life as a student finally over? it kind of grieves me and i don't know why (actually i do it just seemed so cliche to add it in). they say you won't know how much something means to you until you lose it. how divinely true that is. no use crying now i guess. when a dog is desperate, it can jump over the wall. i guess my time is up, this is probably the part in a student's life where he realises there is just so much work to do that there is nothing else to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;maybe i'll catch the next tide. after all, it comes in intervals of 12 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SPARTANS! Ready your breakfast and eat hearty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For tonight. WE DINE IN HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1699595491983696722?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/realisation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-2601373631445538904</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T04:07:49.289+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i write sins, not tragedies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sins of m transgressions have&lt;br /&gt;finally caught up with me&lt;br /&gt;the time is&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;   now&lt;br /&gt;      nOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-2601373631445538904?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-write-sins-not-tragedies-sins-of-m.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-8517282379663904075</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-20T10:45:08.007+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>melancholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of words&lt;br /&gt;and splendour of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;what could have been&lt;br /&gt;what might have been&lt;br /&gt;impression upon impression&lt;br /&gt;just a mere impressions&lt;br /&gt;perceptions, conjured up by&lt;br /&gt;melecholic feelings&lt;br /&gt;wanting to release wanting to escape&lt;br /&gt;but alas, like dreams&lt;br /&gt;life goes on&lt;br /&gt;irregardless of feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-8517282379663904075?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/06/melancholic-beauty-of-words-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4640534012727467688</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T12:29:44.555+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;famous last words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"i'm not ready yet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"i won't be gone a minute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll do it later"&lt;br /&gt;"i feel so tired right now"&lt;br /&gt;"after this nap"&lt;br /&gt;"sian ahhhh"&lt;br /&gt;"i've got no inspiration"&lt;br /&gt;"maybe tomorrow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4640534012727467688?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/famous-last-words-im-not-ready-yet-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-5377387389803032134</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 19:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T12:27:04.098+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;self disappointment (again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very smart jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;you spent the whole night with the initial intention of doing research and ended up reading blogs and doing other non-research stuff on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Now the sky's turning to light and you haven't slept.&lt;br /&gt;well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-5377387389803032134?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-disappointment-again-very-smart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-4085920994375075078</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T12:27:34.985+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;referring to my previous post; after sitting at my desk for approximately 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have to fucking wake up my idea right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much have been said&lt;br /&gt;so little done.&lt;br /&gt;the price has been paid&lt;br /&gt;but nothing's been won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow or other i don't know why the hell am i so restless.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the lights went out after the first 3 months&lt;br /&gt;maybe i saw the aimlessness of it all&lt;br /&gt;but why did i hold on? and continue to do so&lt;br /&gt;for love for hope for glory or soul&lt;br /&gt;either one i have not behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without passion we would all truly be dead.&lt;br /&gt;but can we force passion to revive&lt;br /&gt;like a pheonix in the sky&lt;br /&gt;arising from its ashes?&lt;br /&gt;an optimist always looks at the pheonix in that majestic light&lt;br /&gt;but have they ever wondered that it has been cursed with the process&lt;br /&gt;of repetition.&lt;br /&gt;dying and arising till the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-4085920994375075078?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/waking-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3374536.post-1071796949942600560</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T12:30:03.117+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the emerald dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been yet a while since i last updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;somehow blogging seems to have lost all meaning to me&lt;br /&gt;penning down ponders and bitching seems to have taken its toll on my&lt;br /&gt;yet already demented mind&lt;br /&gt;May is finally here and hell, its 5 months more till my thesis submission&lt;br /&gt;And i have done jack squat&lt;br /&gt;well done johnny&lt;br /&gt;although somehow there is this voice in me which tells me that&lt;br /&gt;everything would be alright in the end&lt;br /&gt;i somehow sense that deep shit will come flooding my way.&lt;br /&gt;deadline after deadline seems to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;which moron told me that "as a postgraduate you will never have to chase deadlines"&lt;br /&gt;he probably majored in marketing i guess.&lt;br /&gt;am i in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;or have i gone numb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3374536-1071796949942600560?l=valiance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://valiance.blogspot.com/2008/05/emerald-dream-its-been-yet-while-since.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (valiance)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>