Category: Musing
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take a holiday from reality whenever you like
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness…
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DJ, pug it back on
OMFG this is why I love pugs. I wonder what rammed into their faces and made them so flat during the evolution of dogs and puppies, nonetheless they are so ugly yet adorable… ❤
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headlights, buggies, immaculate Pixar movies
So this lifelong paper chase concludes in February with the Bachelor’s degree conferred on me yet the anticipated pride hasn’t hit, let alone any sense of accomplishment at having survived the insanely rigorous rite of passage into the adults’ society. Why then, did this flimsy piece of paper hold more intrigue ten years ago, than…
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fragile things
“She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a…
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sunset and sidewalks
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself- and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.” ― Jim Morrison
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“live by your own rules”
In my first year at NUS, I made a friend first day at Statistics class. Standing outside lab trying not to look lost, this guy pointed me in the right direction, then held out the door for me (I still remember okay!) I sat next to him, and because I sucked at programming, he helped me…
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Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
AM SO GONNA MISS THIS LIGHT BROWN SHADE when I inevitably dye my hair chocolate brown/black. I can’t be a stewardess looking like this. Well, although black hair has gotta have its perks…
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before the street begins
“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.” ― Shel Silverstein, from Where the Sidewalk…
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181. all we find are altars in decay
“Backward we traveled to reclaim the day Before we fell, like Icarus, undone; All we find are altars in decay And profane words scrawled black across the sun.” ― Sylvia Plath
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179. twenty-twelve
2012 – Helluva year it was. Scratch that, helluva December. A family member passed on, and to think I almost died or disappeared myself. Thankful toward Cat, Jill, Inez, KN and JW who talked me out of sheer gullibility – getting conned/raped/killed wherever they were bringing me to. Yes I’m dumb like that, I don’t…
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178. sylvia plath
“It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain…remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may…
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Photo: Written in sand
The heart tells you where you want to be, not where you need to go. Destiny is not written in the stars. It is written in sand. Recharting a life will change it forever – just as simply, a fingerstroke can change an entire sand-art irreversibly. A destiny can also be re-written to imitate, but…
Viktoria Jean 