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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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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