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 speak before i think, but really what that reveals is the person i am inside. the thoughts and desires are all too apparent. i want recognition, i want people to look at me w envy at my skill and what I have, I want things that I know are wrong to want but i still want them. but the heart cant hide forever. it comes out at the most unopportune time and i end up hurting the ones i love the most. oh wait, maybe not, cos i really love myself the most, which.. really means i hurt those i cant love as much as i love me. :(

life's mean reds.

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