some random thoughts

1. I am really craving eggs benedict on a bed of smoked salmon with home style fries on the side. Like this.

2. I love my hair right now.

3. Holy shit I'm sleepy.

Off to school!

 

so bloody cute wtf  ♡♡♡

why relationships turn me into such a raging bitch

"To love means to open ourselves to the negative as well as the positive - to grief, sorrow, and disappointment as well as to joy, fulfillment, and an intensity of consciousness we did not know was possible before." -- Rollo May

my current desktop wallpaper

moving on

"Moving on is like this: one day you forget the taste. The next, you forget the smell. Then the touch. Then the laugh. Then the smile. Then the jokes. Then the eyes, the hair, the hands, the feet. You forget the socks. You forget the fingers, the toes, the sex. You forget the pulses, the beats, the rhythms and how you sometimes felt like they all belonged to you. You forget the words; finally, you forget the voice that spoke them. Moving on is like one day, you’re walking or reading or drinking the sun and one of those footprints, one of those artifacts will creep into your consciousness, “already seen,” the French call this, déjà vu, and you won’t know where it belongs or how it got there. All it takes is a familiar laugh, a recognizable word and you are transported to who knows where. You are a confused paleontologist now, scrambling to make sense of things left behind, trying to reunite the right dinosaur with the right bones. The scar from his burst appendix goes here, the part of his leg that doesn’t grow hair belongs there, I think this is his morning breath but maybe it belongs to someone who came before him; some other ghost, some other relic. His taste is an aftertaste now, his crow’s feet a souvenir with no place to call home. That’s what moving on is like.

Moving on is not to destroy or to combust or to set ablaze, it is simply to move, to advance through space and time, to leave behind the familiar dull of heartbreak for the new, the unknown, the strange. Moving on is a bird flying south for the winter who decides maybe the warmth isn’t so bad, who decides maybe he’ll stay there for awhile; moving on is like freedom, is what moving on is like."

(Source)

wise words to live by

"Swallow the pride, bind the ego, douse the anger, release the hate, minimize the goodbye’s, amend the regrets, and hold on as tight as you can to what you love."

day and night

sleeping at 6am and waking up at noon / 6 hour marathon meetings

Everyone seems to have such big plans and high hopes for 2012, and I am realising (perhaps a little bit belatedly) that I have many fingers in many pies. Financial crisis? What financial crisis? Business everywhere seems to be booming, which means nothing but ten times more work for me. Not that I am complaining. But at the rate I'm going, I'm gonna need a reeeeeeally long holiday at the end of the year. I just have to keep reminding myself to pace my energy and not burn out halfway.

 Spent the weekend being a nocturnal animal, I must admit I very much prefer being active at night as compared to the day. It is so much quieter, so much cooler and it's generally much less frustrating. I cannot function in the heat and stickiness of day time Singapore- I get put on edge and become all fidgety and awkward. Being alive at night also means plenty of late night heart to hearts with friends... I have so much to think about.

I have many many years ahead of me. Why so serious?

Goodnight cupcakes :) x

Does anyone know where this is from? I want no, NEED this!!!

"A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh.

I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments.

They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."

- Tom Ford,  A Single Man

hello 2012

Hope
Smiles from the threshold of the year to come,
Whispering 'it will be happier'...
- Alfred Lord Tennyson

Live. Laugh. Love. Regret nothing.

Happy 2012 everyone x