Of Life, Love and Loss Well, hello there (:

i'm gerald/gregory/teng-teng/littleboy (because we all love nicknames dont we?). im fourteen. im singaporean.

i like autumn days and winter nights. i like the smell of rain and touch of a nice soft rug. i like bitter chocolate and warm soup.

i.love.oreos. lovelovelove them. id marry oreos if i could.

i am hopelessly confused about what i really want. i am a dreamer. i am loud. i am shy. i am akward. i am stupid. i am confused. i am paranoid. i am who i am and you cant change me.

this blog is everything i am. everything i want. everything i need. its me at my core. my innermost feelings and secrets. my diary.

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
–John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via xenium)