A Letter To My Muse

Dearest Muse,

It is true that I have often loved for the sake of loving; that I have often stepped into it but never fallen into it. I used to believe that nothing could exist without boundaries and that was how I defined my world. But you proved me wrong. You showed me that boundaries only needed to exist in my mind and that my heart, and yours too, know no boundaries.

When we met, you took away my sanity and you gave me reason. When I bit my truant pen, you called me a fool. When I closed the book, you called me a coward. When you told me to look into my heart and write, you became the notes that danced upon the staves, the paint that jumped upon the canvas and the words that smiled and sang and cried.

You are the reason I am not just living, but being.

I hope to someday earn what you have given to me.


Forever yours,

Alan

Debate This!

Everything tastes like chicken except for chicken.

Gratus Musa!

Meus tremulus manum reges, homoeteleutum et causum das...
Tu magnopere amo.

(grammatically correct as far as my limited knowledge of Latin can tell)

Alan and USyd

Alan is loving the University of Sydney very much. He loves all his subjects (except for stat1021 which he will certainly find easy but hate anyway). His lecturers are all ultra funky and have a sense of humour, especially his philosophy lecturer (Stewart Saunders) who could very well be an opium addict (nothing wrong with that, Coleridge was one too^^). Alan has also met many new people and made some lecture buddies. In summary, Alan is very happy at the moment and is hoping the euphoria lasts. May this love affair last until the sun ceases to shine (or until Alan finishes his degree, whichever happens first).

p.s. guess what Alan has been smoking? =P