It always surprised me when i realized that I wasn’t the only person in the...– John Green (via whiteoleanderlove)
That Green Gentleman
http://www.carlzochphotography.com/blog/ love his work.
i think its time for me to pick up my holga and start shooting.
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them...– Edith Lovejoy Pierce (via fuckyeahhappy)
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I...– Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)
I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir, because I’m not...– Alice In Wonderland
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power...– Groucho Marx (via lovemidori)
A person’s a person, no matter how small.– Dr. Seuss
Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.– Oscar Wilde (via fuckyeahhappy)
Your reading denotes seriousness, wisdom, balance and sadness. You’re picky with your lovers. You’re a thorough and careful thinker. You are more active mentally than physically. There may be a restriction to the direction you take by your emotional fears, loves etc. You may sacrifice direction for a relationship. -
Imagination is more important than knowledge.– Albert Einstein
Celebrated Jean’s belated bday yesterday @ fish and co! Even though it didn’t came out as expected, cause she had guess it right, but overall i had fun:) First of all, met up with Jeerin, had a quick bite and off we went to SimLim! Sold off my lousy ex-cam finally! Thanks Jeerin for helping me to bargain, as well as the man who is willing to buy it! Then i bought another cam @ 50...
3.07! >:( didn’t expect it to be this low! Quite disappointed with it! Next sem im gonna work extra hard! Goal : 3.3 and above! Gambatte! 不要灰心! 加油加油！：D
I can’t watch Moonlight Resonance due to working! And Mysoju links is broken! FML. ;(
Last Farewell - Big Bang
Hmm. Shld i head down to Sim Lim square and sell off my digital camera? It sucks badly!!!!! Shld i or shld i not?
To fail or not to fail: That is the question.
A water bearer in India had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house. The cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer...
One day, One chance. Something small, but look how it changes us.– Jason F. Wright