Here . There . Everywhere . Same

As I drove down the ECP the other day I realised so much of the places so close to my heart.

I miss Brussels Sprouts with Shiyun and Mel.

I miss Big Splash coffee with Quekster and Char.

Switch with the class people.

Lagoon with Ash and Tim.

Watching you at kallang.

Cage with Cephas and monkey

Machester Derby at kallang macs with birdy

Volleyball at KA and the rides home with Bao

Breakfast at PP with Gen

Nowadays morning bus rides to school are not the same. Being in school is still different. But I guess such is life, and if it has taught me one thing, is that there will never be another moment where you are the same again.

(via snoitcelferreflections)

Words are powerful.

When spoken individually they may mean so much, ‘trust’, ‘hope’, ‘belief’, ‘love’. What more when strung together?

What combination will express what I feel, in the most powerful way that will justify all I have to say?

4 days, I have.

Source: makeamessofagoodthing

Today I prepare for war.

We lay down our rifles and bring in paper for tomorrow will show that numbers have meaning and what counts is the basic concept of volleyball: not letting the ball drop to the ground.

I have your numbers, I know your angles, I know your tendencies, I know everything about you.

Know thyself, know thy enemy. And you do not know us.

stopscopysme:

kiss-my-aspergers:

dontgetmadgetglados:

2papipaul:

I bet he gets asked to solve medical mysteries all the time

OH SHIT

don’t let Laurie see this

if the story about doppelgangers are true

…well, no more Hugh Laurie

“What’s blocking the pipes?”
“It’s not lupus.” 

When I was fourteen, my father was stationed in Russia. I went rock-climbing with this kid from school. He fell, got injured and I had to bring him to the hospital. We came in through the wrong entrance, passed this guy in the hall. It was a janitor. Friend came down with an infection and doctors didn’t know what to do. So they brought in… the janitor. He was a doctor: one of the untouchables. His ancestors had been slaughterers, gravediggers. And this guy knew that he wasn’t accepted by the staff, didn’t even try. Didn’t dress well, he didn’t pretend to be one of them. The people around that place, they didn’t think that he had anything they wanted. Except when they needed him. Because he was right. Which meant that nothing else mattered, they had to listen to him.

(via snoitcelferreflections)