“I have done my best in the race, I have run the full distance, and I have kept the faith”

“I have done my best in the race, I have run the full distance, and I have kept the faith”

Timothy 2: 6-7

20.10.15 | 08:47

unrequited love. its a horrible thing, isnt it? this affliction of indescribable proportion knaws at your heartstrings like a toddler refusing to leave their caretakers side. you think of bae when you want to, and you think of bae when you dont want to. it makes you happy and it hurts at the same time. you want a relationship, a date even, something to get you out of the dreaded friendzone. you long to gaze into her eyes, her soul, for forever, without having to break the magic in the casual manner as you would a friend. but you gain feeling in your knees again and the palpitations stop so thats ok. you see bae going on date after date, relationship after relationship, all whilst you stare haplessly on the sidelines waiting to comfort her and wondering when you are going to get your break. but deep down you know that you arent good enough for her. you arent the one for her. that you are not the person that will make her happy. you cant bear the thought of forsaking her happiness for yours. then it hits you. or rather someone points it out very obviously. that she doesnt need a relationship. bae needs a friend, a friend more. bae needs you as a friend. and then, just like a flick of a switch, the thought bathes the tempestuous desolate in your limbic system with a warm glistening of light. and just like that you transcend from wanting something more to just wanting to be a better friend. and you feel better. the knawing stops and all thats left is love, and food stains on your tailored worsted wool trousers from a Savile Row outlet. but there is hope in the world. unrequited love. it isnt such a horrible thing after all, is it?

xx
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20.4.15 | 00:54

i cannot express in words the full extent of my disappointment at the undeserved and misplaced lack of your confidence in me, especially after i have given you no reason to do so time and time again
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12.4.15 | 23:10

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
    Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
    But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
    Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
    But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
    Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
    But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
    Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
    But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
    Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
    But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
    For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
    Through the narrow aisles of pain.
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11.3.15 | 07:34

RIP Camille Muffat

life is short
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1.3.15 | 10:51

Emblem of Grand Endeavour

the best years, the best memories, the best friends #nodiscorde'erwillsever

happy 129th, my beloved.
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28.12.14 | 01:43

having fun overclocking my (self-declared) christmas present, the venerable i7 920 up to 3.6ghz on 1.15v vcore.

good times.
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25.12.14 | 14:03

se libérer

so angry on the inside you can't even pretend to be happy on the outside
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21.12.14 | 21:46

$hopping

went clothes shopping with the mother today, as i was in dire need of a particular ensemble due to my (unusual) lack of foresight in realising that i might need a suit for my three months here. found a store with a lovely selection online, decided to do a one-up and visit the store itself. not easy considering it wasnt in the (default) shopping locations across the island. made it there finally, and boy was it completely worth it. basically how i imagined myself to be if i ever dropped out of (med) school. located in an industrial building, half of the stores premises were for the done goods and the other half to make them. rolls of fabric stacked along one corner of the room, and other delicious apparatus plus a hugeass workbench in the middle (where the magic happens). so after spending an awfully long time looking through the whole stack of pocket squares, i cleaned the drool off my shirt and moved on to the ties (oh and bowties). ok, i lied. i didnt actually manage to go through all the pocket squares. it was like i felt i didnt deserve to touch them. they were so nice though. the lady in the shop talked to the both of us and explained the significance behind some of the motifs in the various pocket squares that tickled our fancy. not just where the fabric was from. we ended up getting about 5. pretty much 5 times over the limit of telling my mum that i was going to take 5 minutes to get a white linen pocket square heh. its a pity they stop doing their made-to-order shirts. after examining the one left on display, i might have gone for their french seam, unaligned arm scythe, crows-feet sewn mother of pearl buttons shirt. might. anyway pleasant surprise, don't know why i didnt do this earlier but i went to do a quick styleforum search and turns out that they are highly sf-approved. +1 to them and +1 to my amazing taste in pocket squares. now looking forward to earning some money so i can go spend it on amazing fabric im never going to get a chance to wear.

and in other news, i bought a suit from g2000 #singaporesfinest #notexactlySavileRow
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