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If you have the fucking audacity to come to a muti-ethnic country such as singapore and ignorantly...

Thu, 23 May 2013 07:13:10 -0400

If you have the fucking audacity to come to a muti-ethnic country such as singapore and ignorantly speak in a Chinese dialect while working in a service industry, dont be surprised to get yelled in one’s mother tongue. Heaven help us, is this Singapore or China?

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Mon, 20 May 2013 07:29:58 -0400

Note to future self:

Sun, 19 May 2013 19:43:32 -0400

Dear Future me,

Do you remember the times, where your commitment issues has caused you to loose out on life experiences?
Do you remember the times, your passivity costed your 19 years of living to be deemed meaningless and fruitless?
Do you remember the times you were naive to believe that “good things come to those who wait.”

Well, let me tell you something dear,
contrary to popular belief, “good things come to people who go out and fucking earn it.”
Do you remember the pain and misery you afflicted upon yourself?
Do you?

Step out. Venture.
Have a CLEAR plan on what you wish to do.

Remember dear, “good things come to those who go out and fucking earn it.”
May history not repeat it self.

Yours sincerely,
Your present self

luminos-e: q’d

Sat, 18 May 2013 10:16:15 -0400

luminos-e:

q’d

Worried to my bones.

Fri, 17 May 2013 08:08:29 -0400

Mother instilled fear in me. Sometimes, I feel like a pariah.

Doubt and fear fills my heart, 
Instead of determinacy and faith.

The price I’m paying for my King,
 Is it this huge?

I am afraid of my incompatibility.  
I am afraid of my circumstances.

In this walk of faith,
Will I reach my destination?

My ever contested faith,
Will it bear fruits of your desire?

Jesus, make a covenant with me.  Never leave me alone, when you leave.

galasai: Sannah Kvist Piece Of Me, 2009 On Tumblr

Sun, 12 May 2013 10:00:59 -0400

galasai:

Sannah Kvist

Piece Of Me, 2009

On Tumblr

Dear Jesus,

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:43:40 -0400

As I was medicating your words,
I grew immensely ponderous of your plan for me.
I remember telling you that submitting to the course of A’levels was the biggest sacrifice I’ve done for you.
I was indeed wrong.
I got reminded of love, relationships and elements that makes the us beings, warm, gentle, vulnerable and humane.
Only then did I realise your plan for me.

verbalxrisk: silent-circus: This just seems like a really good...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 09:30:08 -0400

verbalxrisk:

silent-circus:

This just seems like a really good idea.

I’d love to do this actually

What is wrong with me?

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 09:00:21 -0400

Recently, I’m not myself.
Feels like I’m undergoing some sort of change, catalyst reaction.

Maybe the demons are residing in me.
Shhhhhh
They make me do undesirable things.
It’s like a battle between the mind and soul,
and it’s the devil that reigns every time.
But, I will not submit to this,
this undesirable thing.

I am tinted.
But that doesn’t mean that I won’t distill the devil out of my soul.

Guard your watchdogs Lucifer,
I am coming for you.
For, I am not the saint who offers my left cheek.

Do you want to know what's sad?

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 07:52:04 -0400

I have very interesting world views yet lack the ability to pen it down pristinely.

Inspire

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 07:12:50 -0400

I happened to chance upon one my senior’s blog, someone who has graduated from IJC just a year ago. I’ve met her once during my Icon Ambassador days and ever since aspired to be somewhat like her despite the ‘bad reputation’ she had in school. I liked her passion, that, was seething out of her eyes. I would always see her around school having consultations and truly believed she would do well in As. The vibe she gave me was indeed an astounding one. Somehow, which still is a mystery to me, she served as a reminder me to keep myself grounded and persistent. I saw the making of “beauty and brains” in her. Profound.

Hopeless romantic

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 12:52:18 -0400

Rejection,
be it direct or an indirect action,
has the propensity to kill.
Despite its subtle appearance,
it seizes the authority to condemn and control.

3 years of yearning for the love,
That will hasn’t be reciprocated,
Is a clear indication,
Of a hopeless romantic
Displaying acts foolish expectancies.

How do you break away from this vicious cycle?
I don’t know.
If love occurs in spontaneity,
Shouldn’t fading away of feelings,
Occur in a similar fashion?

Is there anyone out they who can lend me a helping hand,
Because this is getting too painful to bear.

The things about the " Great D " (well according to me)

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:28:36 -0400

Like a ninja thief,
You tend not to acknowledge his presence
Till you feel the void.
His stealthiness scares me.

His routined appearances puzzle me.
What is that I’ve got and he doesn’t for him to keep coming back?
His persistence scares me.

Like the devil,
Then I realised, he’s after my light.
And that he’s never leaving
Till he’s got every ounce of it.
His vile cunningness scares me.

The virtue of grounding oneself,
to the cross is alluring and definite.
It’s easy to say
But difficult to keep up with an appearance.
Yet it’s my father’s love that keeps me going on.

What’s your rock, that’s going to keep you going?

movejunkie: Wish by Tyga - Tran Duc Anh Marry me

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 08:45:25 -0400

movejunkie:

Wish by Tyga - Tran Duc Anh

Marry me

zoemacris: L Omg so cute!!!!!!

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 00:15:22 -0400

zoemacris:

L

Omg so cute!!!!!!

Reflections

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 14:20:52 -0400

This is me reflecting about my experience in a tattoo shop. So I nearly got my tattoo ( ‘shine bright like’ in greek and with a cross followed ) in white on my collar bone/inner arm. But when I saw someone getting it, shit got real. Although I knew what I wanted to get was of utmost significance to me in the present and future, I was confused and just didn’t have the right vibe. Do I really need to have a symbol carved onto my skin to remind me of my significance? I don’t really know.

Dear god,

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 09:04:54 -0400

I am terrified.
I’m scared.
What if, it comes a point that I might have to kill myself?

I am petrified.
I’m afraid of my mental instability
I’m afraid of my thought process.
I’m afraid of the images I see around at night.

I’m petrified lord.
Words cannot describe the pain, the anguish my mind would be at, in attempting and succeeding to kill myself.
This is too painful for me dear god.
I don’t know how long can I hold on the this ledge of optimism.

conveys: h-ydration: ♡more posts like this here♡ ,ekjfasklf

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 21:57:58 -0400

conveys:

h-ydration:

♡more posts like this here ♡

,ekjfasklf

Late teens

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 21:54:35 -0400

When I stepped into IJC, I didn’t really like boys. I didn’t want any attention from them. I didn’t really want to be in a relationship, even though I had an crush/eye candy. I didn’t like life. I didn’t celebrate my 18th birthday. I was depressed. I hate life.

But I guess, things do change after a while. Being 19, has taught me to not be naive and immature. It has also made me dependent, which is not a trait I do not admire and aspire to revert. I may regret saying this in the future, but I wish to settle down, I want to find love. I just want to experience love. After starving myself of love I can possible get from another gender can make me sound like a desperado, but I hope you get my drift.

definitelydope: By Alexandra Sophie Jardin fleuris is a series...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 02:58:55 -0400

definitelydope:

By Alexandra Sophie

Jardin fleuris is a series representing the different ages of a woman. The first picture is called Virgin Soil, the second is called Mûres which means both “blackberries” and “mature” representing puberty and first periods, the third picture is called Broken Eggs. Broken eggs represent the loss of virginity in arts. The fourth photo is called Blossom in the Garden and represents a mother with her inner fertile garden.

This is so beautifully put