it’s been the craziest nine days yet.
Category: Love
–65: “wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.”
here’s a quick shot I snapped on my way to Yishun earlier on after alumni choir rehearsal. so, An Evening With Friends 2014 (ACJC College and Alumni Choir’s annual concert) begins tomorrow and I have been nothing short of excited for the whole five months in which I’ve been rehearsing with the alumni choir.
–91: “life is a journey of realization, which often ends in that place where dreams never begin.”
(image credits to Finance Money Live) sudden realisation of the day (and perhaps week/month): we are often convinced that ‘there is someone out there waiting for us’ and that everyone certainly has a ‘special someone’ for them (see: Plato’s The Symposium: Aristophanes’ dialogue). we apparently spend all our lives searching for their ‘other half’ so…
“Con un lirio en la mano / with a lily in your hand”
(image credits to astropixie on blogger) Con un lirio en la mano te dejo. ¡Amor de mi noche! Y viudita de mi astro te encuentro. ¡Domador de sombrías mariposas! Sigo por mi camino. Al cabo de mil años me verás. ¡Amor de mi noche! Por la vereda azul, domador de sombrías estrellas seguiré mi camino….
“it’s much easier to not know things sometimes. things change and friends leave. and life doesn’t stop for anybody.”
(image credits to The Modern Nomad) so, I was on the bus on my way to work today when a particular song came up on shuffle, and it managed to evoke a multitude of feelings within my dark and dreary soul… (just kidding about the dark and dreary part)
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.
“why should I leave you, to wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?”
(image credits to Wallpapers For Me on WordPress) When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of…
sonnet 130
(image credits to Haley Ferretti on Blogger) My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white, But no such…
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…
postcards from far away 