It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry

I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye

Just because everything's changing
Doesn't mean it's never
Been this way before

All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war

Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

You'll come back
When it's over
No need to say good bye

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can't feel it too 
Doesn't mean that you have to forget

Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
'Til they're before your eyes

You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye

Oh. My. God. I can't believe you just dropped the cig on your pants HAHA

And today I learn something from someone who's already taught me so much in life....
That you can be yourself in any situation, with no repressions and no fear of being judged. Cause those who do, you'll probably not wanna see them ever again..

Feel reborn and very much alive, despite the hangover =D

Across the pit from pole to pole
Black as the ashes that've burned your soul

That's why I love you friend

Feeling exactly like yanzhi(poetic justice) now...

You shout it loud, but I can't hear a word you say
I'm talking loud, not saying much
I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down, but I won't fall
I am titanium

Cut me down, but it's you who'll have further to fall
Ghost town and haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I'm talking loud, not saying much

Stone hard, machine gun
Fired at the ones who run
Stone hard, as bulletproof glass



By Sia Furler, David Guetta, Giorgio Tuinfort, Nick Van De Wall



Guetta you're a genius.
And so is your team <3

I'm not perfect, but you should've waited.
I was worth it.
~Lee Christmas, The Expendables

You ask why I do these crazy things to myself? Why I can tolerate the vile substances I expose my body to, though knowing perfectly well the macabre consequences that follow?

It's the basic need to feel alive. To know that I can't be in control all the time. The only way I know that I can still get out of my routines and still basically, live. So I guess this is like a beautiful sadness.

She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Then why do these tears come at night?

If you can't do it,
Don't worry.

There're a lot of smarter people who can.

This morning's lecture supposedly was scheduled to cover central nervous system components and drugs involved. but I gained something different other than the learning objectives. In the beginning it all seemed preachy, when a lecture that i expected to cover purely about drugs and treatment of disorderly mental health evolved into the discussion of happiness and the effects of having healthcare professionals in your kins. I would say that the lecturer had strong infusions of his personal inclinations, or more bluntly, was pretty emotional throughout the discussion of the mental state and its disorders, leaving his audience in a pit because apparently he's deviated from the usual uncaring lectures we receive on a day-to-day basis. This caught me off guard for the most part of the morning, but started to appeal to me after a while. Well apparently, it started my 8am a little better.
Thinking nothing much of this straight after lecture and prepared to hear incessant complaints (which I did, much to expected abhorrence), there was then news about this lecturer's past.. Which.. Led me to inferring more about his indignation, or more of a righteous anger, towards life as a whole.
(But there is still a doubt here that I'm judging this man, and I'm not advocating it, just putting forward that I'm still human.)
There is way more to this lecturer than meets the eye and here it comes, as cliche as it sounds, never judge a book by its cover, for a writer might have poured more about himself into his book than you'll ever imagine, and you're discrediting him if you don't pay well attention enough to his intentions.
And as you'd imagine by now, what he's said in that lecture has left a deeper imprint in my mind than any other lectures for this subject despite my knowing how important all these are to my future career.