(image credits to Peter Gowesky) 13th march, 2014: it’s been exactly ten days since I’ve received my ‘A’ Level results. ten days of wondering where I should go, what I should really immerse myself in for the rest of my life, and I’m regretting some of the choices I made two years ago.
Category: Life
life, as we know it
“…and I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.”
(image credits to Pittsburgh Counseling on WordPress) so… I just got my results today!
“I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.”
(image credits to Strike Iron) I have spent the better part of the past two weeks shaking in absolute fear, experiencing sleepless nights in a living nightmare, and crying my heart out over the littlest, most insignificant things, all because of the one thing that could spell out the end of my immediate future as…
on letting go
on letting go:
“…because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?”
(image credits to Levitated Art) on being a teenager experiencing unrequited (romantic) love.
“I love my love.”
(image credits to Tiny Buddha) just when I thought I’d lost my love for choral music and choral works, this lovely piece came along into my life, and refuses to leave. it’s stuck in my head and I can’t wait to sing it in June with the alumni. give it a listen. it’s so tragically…
“there is no plan. all is hazard. and the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.”
(image credits to New Horizons Dorset) when I was younger, I always had strong faith in my future self to plan things out, and once I entered my first of two years of pre-university, I thought I had my life’s journey all planned out:
Open Letter to Pastor Lawrence Khong
Originally posted on Indignation – Singapore's GLBT Pride Season:
(Written by Rev Miak Siew on Facebook, Thursday, January 17, 2013 at 5:33am. NB. The webmaster is unable to post or reply to any comments.) Dear Pastor Khong, I wrestled at length how to reply to your statement. I believe you spoke out from your own firm…
“there was a par…
“There was a part of me that I lost when I was seventeen; I can’t get back.” — Life Is Not A Waiting Room, Senses Fail
postcards from far away 