"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning"

“I'd like to help you doctor
Yes I really really would
But the din in my head
It's too much and it's no good
I'm standing in a windy tunnel
Shouting through the roar
And I'd like to give the information
You're asking for."


"All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust"

Hannah Murphy ♥ / 2/5/1991 / Singapore
“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

"Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting"

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"To love would be an awfully big adventure"

Wednesday, March 27, 2013 || 9:29 PM

Finally ended a chapter in my Uni life, goodbye hall 8, I will miss you like a second home. :)

The view from my hall room window :)

It's so scary to know how easy it is to get attached to things, to people, to places, to feelings of safety and comfort. I want to push these feelings, to create new ones but it's like jumping over a crevice  - when you leap off and leave the ground it's liberating, the feeling of uncertainty yet freedom from being tied to that piece of solid ground; Yet reaching that point when you're directly over the crevice it's crazy uncertain whether you'll make it, wishing for some order, for an anchor to the ground again, fearing a drop into the abyss below - the damage and the need to slowly climb back if you can; Then finally, if you reach the other side, the safety and warmth welcoming you is just :) again, plus you move ahead in life, what more could be greater? :)

This exchange has been filled with plenty of crevice-hopping, I am glad that I have friends to go on this journey with me. I'll miss these times with you Kat kho, thanks for being an anchor to catch me when I jumped :')