





ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS US - TRISTAN PRETTYMAN FT. JASON MRAZ
The ronin reassembled in the mansion's courtyard. All forty-six were alive. They had killed as many as forty of Kira's samurai, at the cost of only four walking wounded.
At daybreak, the ronin walked through town to the Sengakuji Temple, where their lord was buried. The story of their revenge spread through town quickly, and crowds gathered to cheer them along the way.
Oishi rinsed the blood from Kira's head, and presented it at Asano's grave. The forty-six ronin then sat and waited to be arrested.
"The woman is a reflection of her man, if you love her to the point of madness, she will become it"P.S, It still hasn't snowed in Singapore
(Brad Pitt)
"Seeing her hurting, why do I hurt more?"
Kids have dreams and are curious about the things around them. They are adventurous, so much so that they are unable to handle the consequences. However, their parents are too protective over them and provides for them their choices, not wanting them to get hurt. The kids become over-dependent. The parents do not see that sometimes, it is their over-provisions for their kids that are obstacles for the children to grow. The parents only sees what they want the children to be and the children have no space to dream or achieve their aspirations. No freedom of choice.
Thanks for being so childlike. So that I could treat you like a friend. To just squabble with you, share my troubles & secrets with you. And thanks for being such a daydreamer, who gave birth to me, an even greater daydreamer. To you who loves the sea, and I who loves the sky, I hope we could live together this way for many more years to come.
I was led on an emotional roller coaster ride while reading this book; but not so much due to the main love story. Rather, I find that it is the strenuous relationships of the characters which affected me the most: the adverse friendship between Willa and Paxton as well as the conflicted love between Paxton and Sebastian.
it doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly
because we don’t really see ourselves
we don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed
curled up and silent
with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm
we don’t see ourselves reading a book
eyes fluttering and glowing
you don’t see yourself looking at someone
with love and care inside your heart
there’s no mirror in your way
when you’re laughing and smiling
and happiness is leaking out of you
you would know exactly how bright
and beautiful you are
if you saw yourself in the moments
where you are truly yourself.
A song can’t change the world. But the song can change his three minutes. His three minutes can change his three hours. His three hours can change his three days. His three days can change his three months. His three months can change his three years. His three years can change his life. His life can change peoples’ lives. And people can change the world.
(Kwon Jiyong)
“We have doomed the wolf not for what it is, but for what we deliberately and mistakenly perceive it to be –the mythologized epitome of a savage ruthless killer – which is, in reality, no more than a reflected image of ourself.”“I could have screamed, but I didn't. I could have fought, but I didn't. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me. One wolf prodded his nose into my hand and against my cheek, casting a shadow along my face. His yellow eyes looked into mine as the other wolves moved me this way and that. I held onto those eyes for as long as I could. Yellow. And, up close, flecked brilliantly with every shade of gold and hazel. I didn't want him to look away, and he didn't. I wanted to reach out and grab a hold of his ruff, but my hands stayed curled to my chest, my arms frozen to my body. I couldn't remember what it felt like to be warm. Then he was gone, without him, the other wolves closed in, too close, suffocating.
(Farley Mowat, Never Cry Wolf)
Her firmly closed lips only formed a smile when absolutely necessary. What she most wanted was to blend in with her background by changing colour and shape, to remain inconspicuous and not easily remembered. This was how she had protected herself since childhood.Today, I met up with them girlies and we reminisced on chung cheng as well as shared our plans for the future. We still looked and are pretty much the same. I guess that's what brought us together, our never-changing selves, unaffected by what the world brings to us.
(Haruki Murakami)
She brought you something special when she came here, didn't she? That's what you hold onto. That's how you keep her alive.Recently had the urge to rewatch all fairytales, and so I did last night. Thumberlina :) Followed by Bridge to Terabithia.
Be soft, do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.Thanks for being such a great friend!
(Kurt Vonnegut)
The wind was the edge of the world. An inescapable retro colour filled the place. It made me feel as if I were being quietly swallowed up by an alien reality, something foreign and just out of reach, vague yet strangely gentle.
(Haruki Murakami)
"What do you see on my back?"I am patiently waiting for the right one. When will 'it' appear?
"Nothing at all," she said with a smile.
"I see only you."
(Haruki Murakami, A Poor Aunt's Story)
as the child crosses the street as deep sea divers
dive as the painters paint-
the good fight against terrible odds is the vindication
and the glory as the swallow rises toward
the moon-
it is so dark now with the sadness of
people
they were tricked, they were taught to expect the
ultimate when nothing is
promised
now young girls weep alone in small rooms
old men angrily swing their canes at
visions as
ladies comb their hair as
ants search for survival
history surrounds us
and our lives
slink away
in
shame.
(Charles Bukowski)
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadowsDespite knowing each other for the past 19 years, as they have watched me grow, I still am clueless of how to approach them. I am a loser, a failure in the realm of interaction. I am a blur, insensitive introvert who can't even spend happy times with my relatives.
(Zelda Fitzgerald)