Everone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads. — Erica Jong

The answer to the question is the same whether you are eighty years old or twenty-one: You change. You try. Because even if you only have one day left to be a better person, it would still mean that your last day on earth was that much better.
“I’ve spent a long time finding out the [...]

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If I told you once, I told you twice…

What happens if you’re eighty years old and wake up one day to the realisation that you don’t like the person you’ve become?

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The world belongs to two kinds of people: the dreamers, and the survivors. If you happen to be both, the world is your oyster, baby.

After last night’s emotional bashing, Peng exhorted me to: Do Something. Anything. Just don’t sit around feeling Helpless.
So I did. I drove to Subang to meet an old, old friend, one who knew me when both our pinafores came in dark blue. And here’s the thing: It took me two hours to get to Subang [...]

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do you remember how we used to dream?

Sometimes I feel guilty for wishing the world away. For shutting myself up in my room and pretending they all don’t exist — my parents, yauchuan, friends, people, academic commitments. Its a form of denial and like all forms of denial, its only comforting while it lasts.
 ”Nobody’s safe, Peyton, and nobody’s free,” he said. “There’s [...]

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i force myself to imagine it all and when it is over, I know there is nothing that can happen that I won’t have the courage to face – mariane pearl

I thought I was past it. I really thought I was past ever feeling this way again. But that picture of him and her made me sick to the stomach, made me want to hurl all the bad stuff (bad-gunky), in sick green colour at the screen. And it all came back.
Will the weekend never [...]

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the truth is rarely pure and never simple – oscar wilde.

Despite the general shittyness of life, there are still some moments that are worth living for. Tiny ones, that bring a smile to your face when a smile feels like a strange thing.
Like hearing an old, sweet song on the radio while driving home on deserted roads at 4 am. Early morning chat sessions in [...]

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can you become, can you become, a new version of you?

Confabulation: the confusion of imagination with memory, and/or the confusion of true memories with false ones.

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