How could you come with me when you knew all along that you had to go How could you watch me sleep so close to you pretendin' not to know How could you memorize my name and forget who I am How could you think you're still the same believing I can
It's too late to stop pretending It's too late for a new beginning Later than the sunset Later than the rain Later than never to love you again
How could you ask for more with an innocent smile trusting me to stay How could you close the door and leave me here supposing I'm OK How could you break down my disguise and uncover my fear How could you look into my eyes ignore my tears
It's too late to stop pretending It's too late for a new beginning Later than the sunset Later than the rain Later than never to love you again
It's too late to stop pretending It's too late for a new beginning Later than the sunset Later than the rain Later than never to love you again
This video is contagious. It was performed by Reynaldo Lapuz during his audition in American Idol 7. 100% guaranteed to give the so-called "Last Song Syndrome"! Enjoy!
I am your brother Your bestfriend forever SInging the songs, the music that you like We're brothers 'til the end of time Together or not, you're always in my heart Your hurt, your feelings, in you, will reign no more
"If you truly love and miss that person, Then, love will come again when you meet that person again. Just like playing a game of hide and seek, No matter where she hides or even if you can't see her, she must be waiting at some place for you. Amid the countless chaos, Just like the sincere prayers of love. The people in love will surely meet again."
Do you feel it? I think I feel it. I feel I feel it. This year is going to be my year. That's right. You heard me right, all right! Do you know why? Let me tell you.
First of all, this is the Year of the Rat. I was born in 1984 which was also a Year of the Rat. Usually, rats are considered to be pests but this year, according to the Chinese, they bring luck and good fortune. Rats are inherently hardworking. They gather and hoard for their future. I am kind of like that I guess. It's a good thing to prepare for the future.
Secondly, this year is a leap year. This means I have a birthday this year. Yahoo! Haha. I will be turning six years old this year. Well, to be exact, I'll soon be six leap years old. What should I do for my birthday this year? I've still got a little less than sixty days to think about it.
Thirdly, this year is the year that I will hopefully graduate from my masters degree program. My target date of completion is summer this year. Actually, I should be working on my thesis right now. I'll work on it later. I hope that my progress is faster than my previous progress in the last semester. I have to learn to program and understand. Lord, please help me in this.
Are those three reasons enough for me to think this is my year? Maybe. But I'm sure there are more reasons. I just can't think of anymore right now. May this be a truly happy new year full of progress and prosperity.
The following is a poem from the film "Dead Poet's Society". It was penned by Walt Whitman. It kind of relates to our Sabbath School Lesson for this next quarter about Discipleship.
O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
I hope the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you wanna go, And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose, I hope you choose the one that means the most to you. And if one door opens to another door closed, I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window, If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile. But more than anything, more than anything...
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish.
I hope you never look back, but you never forget, All the ones who love you, in the place you left, I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, And you help somebody every chance you get, Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake, And always give more than you take. But more than anything, yeah, more than anything...
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish. Yeah.
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to, Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small, You never need to carry more than you can hold, And while you're out there getting where you're getting to, I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too, Yeah, this, is my wish.
Lord, teach me to number my days And graph them according to your ways Trusting you to base me in your plan To compliment our perfect diagram
Subtract the points you don't want from me But add the values you have set for me Divide the dividends I process accordingly So I can multiply them systematically
Draw the lines I have to follow Guiding me properly with your arrow Because sometimes I tend to be irrational Yet, all the while you want me to be rational
Well, I learn that life is like a slope With its ascents and descents I must cope Going through such a wonderful formula Is just like solving problems in algebra
Life is indeed an infinite equation Perfected by your eternal computation And I only a miniscule projection Give thanks and praise to your Almighty creation
Amen
*seen posted on the office wall of my former professor in mathematics
The path of love is never smooth But mine's continuous for you You're the upper bound in the chains of my heart You're my Axiom of Choice, you know it's true
But lately our relation's not so well-defined And I just can't function without you I'll prove my proposition and I'm sure you'll find We're a finite simple group of order two
I'm losing my identity I'm getting tensor every day And without loss of generality I will assume that you feel the same way
Since every time I see you, you just quotient out The faithful image that I map into But when we're one-to-one you'll see what I'm about 'Cause we're a finite simple group of order two
Our equivalence was stable, A principal love bundle sitting deep inside But then you drove a wedge between our two-forms Now everything is so complexified
When we first met, we simply connected My heart was open but too dense Our system was already directed To have a finite limit, in some sense
I'm living in the kernel of a rank-one map From my domain, its image looks so blue, 'Cause all I see are zeroes, it's a cruel trap But we're a finite simple group of order two
I'm not the smoothest operator in my class, But we're a mirror pair, me and you, So let's apply forgetful functors to the past And be a finite simple group, a finite simple group, Let's be a finite simple group of order two (Oughter: "Why not three?")
I've proved my proposition now, as you can see, So let's both be associative and free And by corollary, this shows you and I to be Purely inseparable. Q. E. D.
One day I may find true love that will last forever and ever Till then I'll spend a lifetime wishing us together I never thought she'd say goodbye And I'll never understand the reason why
Heart of mine How will you keep from dying Stop reminiscing Who is she kissing Heart of mine Oh what's the use in trying No one can mend you now
Oh love plays cruel games I can't believe she'd found another to love her Does she miss me? Sometimes I just can't help but wonder If I could stop the hands of time Then I'd know she'd always be forever mine
Heart of mine How will you keep from dying Stop reminiscing Who is she kissing Heart of mine Oh what's the use in trying No one can mend you now
In a linear regression model where the system of this world is the regressand and each one of us is a regressor, sometimes i find the coefficient of my existence "indeterminate" and my sigma "infinite". I guess somewhere in this multivariate, complex model, i still haven't found that one single regressor i'm perfectly colinear with. If i detect her and we both get transformed, then we'd finally find that together, our joint existence is in fact "highly significant" and our joint "standard deviation" is substancially small.
