The curious incident of the clock in the night time

Ok this is really weird. every night, my clock slows down 15 mins during my sleep

When i wake up every day, the time somehow slows down by 15 mins. I set the time back every morning and the same thing happens over again for the whole week !

Freaky.

2 explanations

1) the clock battery is failing ONLY at night

2) I've experienced space-time bending (perhaps alien abduction ?)

either way, it's still weird.

From club to classic

I'm trashy and random. loves it

Emo

Does what i post on facebook really sound so emo ?

dont get it. im not

received a horde of whatsapp msges asking me whats wrong.

perhaps i just have many thoughts that i wanna let out

dafuq ?

Nocturnes

A nocturne (from the French which meant nocturnal, from Latin nocturnus) is usually a musical composition that is inspired by, or evocative of, the night.

i'm so in love with the word now

The String and the piano

i just suck the stories out of people and leave

Berlin Walls

a long distant memory

Dafaq

in today's world, intelligence don't worth a shit.

let's be trashy for a while

suum cuique pulchrum es

to each his own is beautiful

you are

A simple letter

The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. -
Cesare Pavese

yet probably the most important one i've ever sent.

pondered a good 20 minutes and i hope you know that.

gosh dont freak out

Are you sure

yes i am yes i am yes i am

Whats your story at the end of the day ?

that i really lived

ten years

seem like an awfully long time and age

The Little Prince and the rose

"You are beautiful, but you are empty. One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it is she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or ever sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose."

from the little prince,

Filled

How can one night change so many perspective

Carpe Diem

always always seize the day

metamorphosis

Instead of taking interest in the greek default during dinner small talks, i'm more interested about the arts and oscar wilde.

metamorphosis

Act of Valor

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.

When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.

When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

a truly great poem from the show

Scent

it leaves a mark and you will remember it

the white rabit is running late (think alice)

paint my love, you should paint my love, it's the picture of a thousand paper cranes