Originally posted on The Heart Truths:
Someone had posed a comment on how Singapore doesn’t want to risk what we have, and this was my reply: I think, and some Singaporeans might agree, that the current system in Singapore is a result of the initial PAP politicians who knew clearly what needed to be done…
“an idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.”
in a desperate attempt to keep my mind off things, I decided to bake a little. much like the quote in the title of this post, I had an idealised end product in mind. sad to say that reality isn’t always the same as what I’d hoped it’d be. but I guess it all turned…
“…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…
10 reasons why we all love ACJC
I miss ACJC. a lot.
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…
“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…
postcards from far away 