i love chocolate.i really do.

If you haven't been to lindt café in Sydney, you don't know what you've been missing.

Okay I look terribly greedy hey? Ha but honestly, it's the best chocolate I have tasted.ever. the drinks were especially good.the thickness, richness and the lingering aftertaste just leaves you craving for more. And you thought I would get super sick with all that choc but surprisingly I didn't:/ im so going to grow fat; to get our money's worth, we (boon kahmun and i) bought the entire cake(so singaporean right!haha) and there's still more than half left! Boon and kahmun reckons tt if the cake stays with me, I would finish it all by tonight so boon took it back to protect it from my vociferous appetite for junk like this>.< haaa. jx u are so going to treat me to everything on the menu when you come over.

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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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