Desensitization

Exams don't seem to stress me anymore...
Hmmm....must be the desensitization effect.


Anyways, the problem with being in college is that college becomes a somewhat priority.  The cons to that is that my focus is so much on college that I feel like I'm drifting from the people that were once dear to me...slowly they are being replaced with assignments. And the worst part is that I won't get to see you so often anymore =( but I'm crossing my fingers for next year ;)


Whatever the case, God is still my priority...he holds the biggest participation marks than anyone on this planet =)


Anywayz back to 'trying to study' ;D 

No One Cared

No one cared

Act 1

They pass me by,

Oblivious to my pain.

They just walk away from me

As if I was insane.

No one cares

Life isn’t fair

I would end my life, if I only dare.

Along the corridor

I hear sounds of joy.

Laughter and teasing

From every girl and boy.

Do they notice me when I sit beside them?

Can they see the pain in my eyes?

Can they hear my pleads for endearment?

Do they even hear my cries?

Act 2

At home is no different

Just a different change of scene

My parents don’t care of what I’ve done

Or the places I have been.

They just spend their time

Fighting with each other.

How I wish I could have

A more caring father and mother.

No one cares

Life isn’t fair

I would end my life, if I only dare.

Act 3

I then decided that life was not worth my time

Not worth a single cent or dime.

I head to my room and planned for my doom.

I thought of many ways to end it all…

About drug overdoses and balcony falls.

The one decision to finish my life

The one decision that can end my strife

With just one move, there’ll be no more pain

Just one action can be my bane.

Into the toilet, in search for a blade,

It was all set, my plans were made.

Because, when I compared to others,

On where my life fared,

I realized only one thing—

No one cared.

-END

-ReubeN- 

No, don't worry this is not my suicide note or anything.  This poem is written to bring awareness to the people that walk among us with pain behind their eyes.  This is dedicated to the hurt, to the angry, and to the crying.  This poem is meant to illustrate only the surface of their suffering.

So whenever you see that kid, that you've never talked to, or that guy that always sits alone, be a friend to them without any.  Even a smile could save a life.  You never know, you could be the hero that saved them from danger. =)

Oh Stats!

I don't know why, but maths always has its way of making me stressed...
From calculus, to finite maths, and now, statistics...

The coolest thing about stats is that we have assignments that it tells you nothing about what you are supposed to do -_____-"
And the worst part is that it gives you homework with a 6 hour deadline -___________________-"



Well...I guess I need to love what I hate in order to do well :)

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Yeah...I kinda blogged....