thoughts

It’s impossible to love another if you cannot love

thinking, thoughts

what are pictures for?

some may say that pictures are meant to convey messages, to influence others, to change the world

for me, i think every picture is a memory, a moment that is captured and crystallised forever.

looking through the photographs of myself that were captured in secondary school also helped me realise that time waits for no one, and time will never stand still.

what’s the point of moaning and groaning about our current circumstance, or to worry too much about the next day? each moment cannot be grasped, and is lost as easily as a dandelion’s seed in the wind. 

scrolling through my photos on facebook, i saw one of myself holding up a stack of handwritten notes. it really reminded me of how i have a love for notebooks, a love for trying to organise my notes such that i could study in the most efficient way.  

i think that, at that point in time 3 years ago, i must have been complaining about the workload, and feeling envious of my seniors who had just gone on to Junior College. funny how, now that im looking back, i feel a kind of sadness, that soon i may not have the chance to do that anymore, to write pages and pages of notes and attempt to beautify them in my own little way. 

i guess life’s like that; we can’t turn back time, but we can choose to stop behaving like we used to, and just stop, and remember to appreciate, savour and really live in every moment that we have. wouldn’t it be sad if we looked back, and realized that the only memories that we had were of regrets, of “what if’s”, of wasted moments. 

life may not always be a bed of roses; there will be moments where we will experience pain so overwhelming, anger that consumes and frustration brings tears to our eyes. but yet, there is no point in holding back, in resisting going with the flow of life.

be afraid, love with out holding back, run, scream in the rain, jump off cliffs. the regret of not experiencing those will definitely be much less than the regret of losing your years, your youth, your life. 

look back now, this very moment, and smile. cry if you need to, let go of everything, then start living. 

If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world.

—Mercedes Lackey (via makes-me-smile)

smellmyfilm:

Boon Lay // Singapore // May 2012
Fed 5B • Vista 100

this is quite sick

smellmyfilm:

Boon Lay // Singapore // May 2012

Fed 5B • Vista 100

this is quite sick

smellmyfilm:

Esplanade Drive // Singapore // Dec 2011
Fed 5B • APX 100

sweeet

smellmyfilm:

Esplanade Drive // Singapore // Dec 2011

Fed 5B • APX 100

sweeet

for you

i dont usually get emotional while i’m reading stories, but oh wow, reading this passage just brought out all these crazy things, crazy emotions to the forefront of my consciousness.

”.. and when i look back to find her i’m suddenly so unsettled by what i see. it’s a tiny back, easily lost in the crowd, but every step she takes, there’s so much meaning to it, there’s a survivor in that back…

And i… i always felt proud of her..

i’d get choked up all of a sudden. my mother. my mother, always with me, always patient and kind and everything a mother should ever be. but then there are these moments when she’s not looking at me. especially nowadays. maybe i’m just noticing it more nowadays. everyone has those moments once in a while, isn’t it? humans are like this, they have to keep sane. they have to look elsewhere. just sometimes. so if i look closely at the way my mother’s eyes stare off into the distance i realize that… there’re all these other… things inside her… things she holds back… not that they dont become her… and not because im her daughter.. it just makes her look so sad, and so beautiful.”

tyr4nnicide:

war-d:


A tattoo of an oxytocin molecule, the hormone that makes one fall in love.

this is amazingg

Half skeletal formula half structural formula. I like it.

tyr4nnicide:

war-d:

A tattoo of an oxytocin molecule, the hormone that makes one fall in love.

this is amazingg

Half skeletal formula half structural formula. I like it.

(Source: andrewbreitel, via ofearthandwind)

You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.

— Tinkerbell.  (via stiffkittens)

What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.

—Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body (via runawaytrain)

bff

what we share is amazing, so please dont ever let it go. you seldom find someone you really can be retarded and serious with at the same time. so blessed to have a friend like you :)