stuff like this i call homework

homework i call them, though not with the frustrated and resigned tone i usually take on:) i spent a day over at my coursemate's place, wollstonecraft, basically trying to pick out 50 plants that look vaguely like those in the guidebooks we lugged around, whilst trying to get specimens of them and looking as surreptious as ever>.< (it's not very legal to go around picking the best looking plants and flowers in your neighbours' gardens yes.)so yeah, the best i could muster with my 2 megapixel camera phone, all taken in a single pretty neighbourhood called wollstonecraft:)

enlighten me again as to why all singapore has to show are her orchids in the botanical gardens and bouganveillas along the streets?

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Mr perfect/miss imperfect

Instead of waiting for the perfect one, work at being the perfect one instead. These words roll off the tongue with ease like a familiar jingle. Yet the former holds an appeal tt the latter can never achieve.could it be, that at the end of the day, we are, in fact, more aware of reality than we realise? The former, perhaps, more achievable than the latter?

one reason why i love my pastor.

says my pastor on proverbs 31:30 "Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." "so guys, before you decide to go out with a girl, take a look at her grandmother first." of which my friend promptly said to me, "shawna,we have hope now!" :)

i love physics.

every morning an endless battle ensues within me. the gravitational force that's tugging at me back into bed and the equally strong urgency derived from a pile of never ending work that's making me move towards my breakfast drawer. usually the one that requires me to travel the shortest distance ends up victorious. the bed of cos, which goes without saying. unless the force on the other end is simply too great a draw- a growling stomach maybe, but almost all the time, it's about work that's loading as if each piece were under the influence of gravity and the only way it could go is down onto me. sometimes i wish both forces work in the same direction.

life's mean reds.

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