Everyone is fighting their own battles

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Everyone is fighting their own battles ♥

Sunday, February 27, 2011
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Words soon (:

Friday, February 25, 2011
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Faithfulness

Honesty

Thanksgiving

Giving

Committed

These are the 5 things your life partner should have :)

I just know that come whatever relationship I may get into, I don't want to make the same mistakes again. This time I would really seek God before getting into anything. True that it is usually better to play the field and take in as much as you can wrt the guys around you but I guess, that's where waiting takes place for me (:

Jojo and I were in Cornerstone Bookshop today where we chanced upon a few books touching on the subjects of dating or more specifically marriage. Really changed my perspective!

Anyway today I had a rather interesting revelation. Actually I'm not too sure if it is what I had so I guess there is only one thing to do. Pray (:

Turning 19 has just made me a little more mellow. Or maybe it is because I am still trying to figure these things out. Post on my 19th soon <3

Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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'And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with their dark windows, and it was not unequal to

walking through a graveyard where only the faintest

glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind

the windows. Sudden gray phantoms seemed to

manifest upon inner room walls where a curtain was

still undrawn against the night, or there were

whisperings and murmurs where a window in a tomblike building was still open.'

'And on his way he would see the cottages and homes with

their dark windows, and it was not unequal to

walking through a graveyard where only the faintest

glimmers of firefly light appeared in flickers behind

the windows. Sudden gray phantoms seemed to

manifest upon inner room walls where a curtain was

still undrawn against the night, or there were

whisperings and murmurs where a window in a tomblike building was still open.'

'The street was silent and long and empty,

with only his shadow moving like the shadow of a

hawk in midcountry.'

'He put his hand to the door and peered into

the back seat, which was a little cell, a little black jail

with bars. It smelled of riveted steel. It smelled of

harsh antiseptic; it smelled too clean and hard and

metallic. There was nothing soft there.'

The Pedestrain (1951)

Ray Bradbury

Sunday, February 13, 2011
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Pre Baked Homemade Cake

HI I MADE THIS VERYYUMMYAWESOMEDELICIOUS BLUEBERRY CAKE TODAY. It taste so incredibly good I am intensely proud of myself. Yayayayayay. Now back to reading up on the whole NTU Business Proposal thing (:

I have about 10 million things to say right now. But I'm multi tasking my brain's in a whirl, yes, at this rather crazy hour. Haha.

Oh heads up, I have NUS Bus, SMU Law/Bus, NUS FASS Psyc/Hist/Pol Science in mind. Basically I haven't decided. Worried about A's results. Desperately need to read the million books I bought today. Clearly I'm not thinking straight. My mind's like a mouse in a maze. Just for tonight. Not making sense.

Peace out dearies. Promise a decent, non convoluted post really soon. Lovee <3

Sunday, February 6, 2011
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