Singapore's greatest loss

While I'm certainly not a patriotic Singaporean, I have an immense amount of respect for Mr Lee Kuan Yew. Over the past week, it's been heartwarming to see the whole nation unite as one in grief and above all, the gratitude we have for Mr LKY. He has spent his whole life building Singapore up from a third-world fishing village to the first world cosmopolitan city we see today, with tall skyscrapers, 5-star international hotels, clean water and comfortable, wealthy lives for all citizens. Singaporeans now and of future generations will forever enjoy the fruits of his labor. What a legacy. Thank you sir, you will always be in our hearts.

His passing made me think about how I want to be remembered when it's my turn to go one day. As Mr Lee once said, "it's not about how you begin your journey, but how you end it."

I think I'd rather be loved deeply, than widely.

Nights in Holland Village

It is always hard to watch the ones you care about get hurt by life's inevitable pains. Not just people close to you, like your sister or your best friend, but casual friends and acquaintances as well. People you don't talk to very often but still keep up with because you actually do (still) care. You stand there by the sidelines silently, watching as life breaks their spirit and tests their every ounce of their strength and sanity, knowing there's nothing you can do but hold them close and hope they get a good night's rest instead of or crying themselves to sleep or drinking until they pass out. My love and concern goes to everybody going through a tough time. It saddens me because I know how painful those times can be, and I don't want anyone to go through that. Yes, I know tough times is so necessary and it's taught me some of the best lessons I've learnt, and choosing to move on from everything that was hurting me was the best decision I've made up to date. But imagine a world where tough times weren't necessary to learn important life lessons? Where everyone was born good and kind? Where there is no sadness and guilt and heartbreak? My idealist tendencies carry me too far away. I can not stop dreaming. 

You're cold and I burn, I guess I'll never learn

lol ur matt healy (n i fkin love u)

Never in my life will I ever forget the amazing time I had singing and dancing along to the 1975 and chancing upon MATT FKIN HEALY outside 7-11. He was buying cigarettes and we were SO lucky to happen to be there during that time. When we first saw him I began shaking so hard that Sarah had to calm me down with a pep talk before we went up to him and introduced ourselves. The fan girl in me choked and died when I heard his British accent in real life. And seeing those curls!!! The man is beautiful. As for his behavior, Matty so nice and chill, not snobbish at all! I know the 1975 is now considered mainstream and the real indie kids will probably roll their eyes when I say this, but they will always, always be one of my favorite bands ever. It was wonderful watching from grow from a largely unknown band with just 200k views on YouTube to where they are today. They deserve every bit of success they are experiencing now :''') EVERY. SINGLE. BIT.