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The Author
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Aaron Chua Sheng Zhi
Ubi-ian!
13th December 1990
ex- macphersonian, Republic Polytechnic - Environmental Sciences

1/5 of the C² - Chaotic Cruisers



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Sunday, April 18, 2010
12:55 AM; rahhh
nothing good comes out of clubbing. trust me on that (:

whatever that is.

i couldn't get a cab after club last night for some odd reason, so i decided to walk up to Mount Faber and chill out on my own.

freaking. LOL.

okay never mind that. i liked the peace and quiet surroundings - sure felt damn good.

enough of that bullcrap.

"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

one more quote (:

"Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome."

man. this kinda bullcrap sure makes sense uh.