Currently listening to:nothing much
Status:full of christmas joy



photos from the Heineken Green Room event last friday. Credits: HGR


Group photo of all the bloggers + guest blogger mentors (lol thats the category i belong to do i sound responsible or what) at The Pigeonhole, Duxton, on wednesday. Photo credits: Youth.SG

Hidden Gem:
The Pigeonhole
52/53 Duxton Road
One line review: Really homely and warm, books everywhere, reminds me of a cafe version of Books Actually, which can be found at No. 9 Yong Siak Street, Tiong Bahru.

and finally



starbucks’ christmas blends hit all their singapore outlets today, translating directly to LIFE, FT. SPRINKLES OF CHRISTMAS JOY ON THE TOP, everyday. They’ve even replaced the dark cherry flavor with this new cranberry white chocolate mocha drink which i haven’t tried, BUT I INTEND FOR THAT TO CHANGE. mm-mm.

this reminds me: it was also pointed out to me last year that i possibly have more affection for christmas blends than for most human beings, but i can’t help it if they’re just that.. attractive.

alright everyone’s been asking me left and right via twitter where this line is from, so have a poem people

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.

So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth…
And you learn and learn…
With every good-bye you learn.

After a While by Veronica A. Shoffstall

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