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just picture a full page of 'awesome's.. that's how i feel right now. Rare! Haha.. in context, rare tt i'd feel this way aft a mass blog-reading session. But - oh man, totally awesome, i'll prob be talking abt this new fact i discovered to you guys later. XD
woo hoo! made my week!
ok. I WILL PRAY.
=) sometimes it really takes those fellow 'charcoal pieces' i call my cg-mates n buddies, to really keep me burning for the RIGHT desires. If i just pop off for a break, i know i can't burn on by myself cos it's just my nature to just sit tt and look black and dusty. yup. that sums up the whole revelation. lol!

Through deprivation, things increase in value. Totally understood. Complacency is based on the little things - that chair won't break when you sit on it, or yea, i'll see you tomorrow.

i read this book on this elderly ppl who met n fell in love, n how they were all war veterans in the navy, n it struck me, YEA! those elderlies we see in their 60s onwards all saw WWII... i think it's stuff like tt tt gets you looking beyond how ppl look. next time an elderly person scowls at me while i'm sitting down in the mrt n he's not (personal experience), i'll shut up n give it up! lol.. but yea, how sad is tt that there r ppl who lose their spouses N children in wars like the Vietnam War or the war in Iraq, when they've survived WWII n stuff.. i hope i will grow up n be more grateful to e ppl who push me to stretch, my family who accepts me n sees my ugly side, n so on.. yea.. =)

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