I'm an average ordinary citizen. I'm proud to be a christian

Honestly, I like fruits and photography. I'm an average person in an average world lost in bigger than life dreams. I like dreams, in fact, I am fascinated by them. You could say I make up the 50% in every 100%.

And of course we yearn to be special

As this earth draws to an end

We should live our life like it has an end

I appreciate clean language and a someone to talk to (ask me a question if you want)

16th September 2014

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offireandwaves:

The Road Not Taken

Source: offireandwaves

16th September 2014

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Dream (Draft One) →

theclosettales:

Tomorrow I’m gonna leave this place

Fly from this city

My memories erased

From the master plan

Yes tomorrow’s the day

I’m gonna leave this town

Shed my priorities

All electric fire and sound

Any longer I delay

My brain’s gonna blow

Come what may

Who’s gonna know?

Who’s gonna miss

A…

10th September 2014

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my-flourish-and-blotts:

feels-like-fire:

That did not go where I expected it to.

Source: brain-food

10th September 2014

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The Elusive Forty Five and many other things

Disclaimer: The thoughts below are written on the spur of the moment and are completely based on my opinion

Recently, it seems as though this figure has become a literal one. It’s presence is felt everywhere - videos, decorations, posts, walls etc. It has come to the point that I feel we could build a shrine in homage of the number. At first, this began as a running joke, a paradox of attainability yet unattainability that everyone strived to achieve. Ever since the first two batches, it seems as though an expected trend has been set in place. Perhaps all that’s left is to perfect the formula and we can replicate, no, multiply the results to its optimum potential.

I understand that things change in the pursuit of excellence. However, have we forgotten the origins of our institution? Have we lost sight of the meaning behind our name? It is definite that everyone has a different opinion about what constitutes an art student. However, has it come to the point whereby we abandon the passion that drew us to this school for our academic subjects?

Personally, I think one’s merit should not be ascribed to a numerical figure. Furthermore, not attaining that target does not equate failure or the lack of success (whatever that means). Nonetheless, this does not mean not working hard. Instead, an ideal environment would probably be a place where everyone freely shared information and worked towards a common goal. This is similar to the concept of symmetric information in economics whereby the optimum quantity that maximises allocative efficiency is achieved when information is made known to both consumers and producers. What I mean to say is that instead of hoarding information to better oneself, it would be nice if we could have channels to access and exchange information.

5th September 2014

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Circle Line (Draft Three) →

theclosettales:

"Caldecott"

She whispers thickly

Clad in his immaculate white shirt

He takes off

his luminescent spectacles

at the corner of my right eye

I bask in separate spectacle

"Holland Village"

A brush of the knee

His touch is heat

in cool intervals of 5 seconds

*jerk* pause *jerk* pause

31st August 2014

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31st August 2014

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20th August 2014

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Lack of Sleep

It’s as if there’s an invisible barrier

Truncating my reality from yours

Metal shutters and closed doors

Why can’t you understand

That I’m trying my best

What doesn’t break will bend

Until it shatters at the test

My heart is heavy I must confess

And so are my eyelids as well

Someone get me out of this mess

That only winding time can tell

There’s so much tension in this world. It’s especially problematic since I have to encounter it everytime we meet. It probably stems from miscommunication, misunderstanding and overthinking. It’s my fault thought. Everything is.