tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87725802012-02-17T04:15:52.597+08:00"(From) the reflections of my Life, I see the lessons that I've learnt and now I know heartbreak (doesn't) exist when it's been torn apart by Love." -Mary J. BligeNitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03296507749511942013noreply@blogger.comBlogger611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772580.post-69084206087346057122008-11-22T18:08:00.002+08:002008-11-22T18:15:51.111+08:00

1. Was clearing stuff from my many shelving units last weekend when I came across two shoeboxes full of letters and postcards from friends from my past. I sat down and read each one of them. I realise how different things are now and I wonder if we'll be able to catch up from where we left of previously, if we were to meet again. Interesting, eh?2. I meet a lot of err.. interesting people in my

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Just last night, I received a text message from a friend. She'd been reading the blog and said I sounded happy. Then, I asked myself, if I really am just that. I remember reading once, that Life is really the search for immeasurable happiness and I totally agree. I know that many a time, when I pray in the morning, I ask God to grant me a happy day, a day I put smiles on my kiddos' faces, a day

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This year has been one full of changes up to this point. It's almost as if I am not meant to get too comfortable with anyone or anything. I have been told to give up a group of people I adore very very much and take on another group. I thought I had a choice but I soon realised that I really didn't. When I was posed the question, it did sound like a question to me. Sooner than later, I realised

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AND.. you know the only option you have, is to float. Because drowning signals that you have given up.. On yourselfOn those who believe in youOn your educationOn your past experiencesOn those who need you to believe in themOn God and your Faith in Him to see you through anything.The split second in which you make the decisionWill stay in your heart forever.And anytime you need inspiration to

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before I hop on that jet planebefore I take a well-deserved and (hard-earned) tripbefore I can stop feeling guilty about not answering cell phone callsbefore I spend some precious time with my kid brotherbefore I get to soak in another wonderful country, its people and culturebefore I let my hair down and no longer be responsible for a ton of thingsbefore I say goodbye to my mummy and start

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I am saying 'hello' from the very beginning of my long-awaited June holidays. Now that the holidays are here, I feel way more relaxed, inside-out. It's been a crazy semester to say the least, but I'm definitely at a happier, more stable and comfortable place now, than I was, just months ago. This semester, I proved to myself, amongst other things, that when I set my mind to something, I can, and

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Had a sudden panic attack (not to worry, it lasted all of 5 seconds!). The weekend's almost over. Since when did they get so precious and rare?? One of the many occupational "perks", ya?It's been a rather fruitful weekend, in that, I got some work done (the key word being 'some') and had a lot of time to catch up with the family. Spent some time reading too and that's always good for the

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Looking at my last post and how messy it looks because of the photos and the misalignment makes me pissed off, so the best way to do things is to put up a new post. Before anything else, a very HAPPY NEW YEAR to my 2.5 loyal readers. God bless you for your loyalty and more importantly, for your patience and tolerance. Ha!2007 in brief(s)· Am finally living living my dream in full technicolour.

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It's interesting the way things work at times. Was initially planning a trip to Krabi again because I fell in love with the Thai island my last trip there which was slightly more than a year ago. Back then when I was there, I couldn't fully participate in the many activities that I paid for, for fear that my knee wouldn't hold up. (I was due for surgery a few days after my return from Krabi. I

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This is a not-so-gentle reminder to myself never to be fooled into thinking that a leopard can and will change its spots. Hello, and welcome to the real world where leopards, from day one to the end, are leopards and nothing will ever change. If you think they can become something else, quit fooling yourself.Assumption can kill. At least it can break hearts.

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One moment I miss him to no end, the next I don't want to ever see him again. I told him off saying I could no longer be part of the yo-yoing.Deep down inside, I feel I'd never feel more safe with anyone else.Right now, I don't want to think about it.

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It's one of those nights where I find myself sitting in front of the lappy trying to get some last-minute work done, but to no avail. This disease called 'procrastination' is going to kill me, I tell you. I don't know what it is, that gives me the courage to push things to the very last minute. Then, I get all grumpy and moody thinking about how I could have gotten things done earlier without

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Was just chatting with my mum over a cuppa about how my life has changed quite a fair bit since I graduated from Squareness Inc. I've been working approximately 12 hours a day. yes, TWELVE HOURS. I stay in the workroom till almost e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e has left and have to have the uncle who shuts the gates come up to chase me home. Am I turning into a workaholic? I don't really know. I haven't been

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*sheepish grin* ok, make that an incredulous looking sheepish grin. Ha. Before the rest of you jump on the bandwagon (yes, all 2 of you) and start screaming at me for not blogging for approximately five hundred years after I said that I would, I apologize. Really. I've been wanting to blog for the longest time (about 378.98 years) but I haven't found the time nor the inspiration. And now,

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Decided that I needed to unwind in the midst of working on some stuff for school (what else, right?!) so thought I shall take the time to discover the new features offered by Blogger. At one point I even thought I might accidentally delete my entire blog! I am kinda hoping that this revamp of sorts will get me to pop by and blog a little more often. This was really beginning to look like the

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First: a quick apology for disappearing without a word after my last rather agitated post. All's good now, at least with regards to the point where I left off last. This post will be as long as I can last sitting in this position - am rather uncomfortable cuz of the funnily unstrategic position my knee is in. I don't know how long I can hold out before I start screaming in pain... AGAIN. Oh! For

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It is now 3am in the morning and I have a major presentation in about 12 hours that I'm not quite prepared for, and I'm really tired and sleepy. So WHY in the world have I decided to blog? For the simple reason that someday I MIGHT forget a rather SIMPLE fact: that you and I live in a selfish and judgmental world and although you and I may be selfish & judgmental at the same time, it will never

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Dona Dona(sung by Joan Baez and Chad Mitchell)On a wagon bound for marketThere's a calf with a mournful eye.High above him there's a swallowWinging swiftly through the sky. *How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's night. Dona dona dona dona Dona dona dona don Dona dona dona dona Dona dona dona don*"Stop complaining,"

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Sometimes I look at the people around me and the stories I hear about the people not necessarily around me.. and I wonder if I should hole myself up at home cuz that seems to be the safest place to be. Everyone around just seems to want to hurt someone else or throw some crap in someone else's face just to see them cringe or affected. This IS a sad world we live in now. So much pain, destruction

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Sigh.. I've been so inspired to write of late. Have been typing draft entries in Microsoft Word but haven't had the time to look at them again and decide which I wanna put up here. So busy. Let me say that again. SO BLOODY BUSY. Aaahh.. much better. A lot of things have been happening around me and within me (emotionally lah!) that I've just been so darn inspired and excited to write, write,

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It's been a while since I was last here and I apologize. Have been so darn caught up with work and trying squeeze in time with friends and family and then, trying to find some ME time in-between, it's been hard, to say the least. There are days I wish there were more than 24 hours to a day, but I guess He had his reasons for choosing this number of hours, so yeah, it's an occupational and

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It's been really quite a while. A little more than 2 months actually. That's not too good, but I've been really busy settling into my "new life". Which has been anything but inspiring, exciting or the least bit fun. But anyways, right now, I'm having one of those moments where my head is filled with, or rather congested with, so many thoughts about anything and everything, I feel I can't breathe

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"The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof. What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness. Enough to eat, enough to go around. The possibility that kids might one day grow up to be neither the destroyers nor the destroyed.

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Altogether now.. the SAMBAristas..!!The Samba Kings to look out for:And the king of MY football world..Let this sum it all up for you non-believers:The World Cup only begins when the Brasileiros play. 'nuff said. Show them how it's done boys! ;)

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She laid on her bed and stared upward at the ceiling. Millions of thoughts ran through her mind and she settled on none. This was becoming a habit - her lying on the bed at night, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling for ages, thinking and thinking about everything and anything.She was confused. She was hurt. She was disappointed. She had let her guard down, after so many years of playing

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I'm feeling reaaalllyyy uninspired. Terriibbbllyy uninspired. I'm warning you.. this entry might leave you more uninspired than I am feeling at the moment.Have sorta left Uni behind. For a while at least. Exams are over. Will I make it? Will I not? - thoughts I'd rather not entertain. for obvious reasons. yeah ok fine. reasons like i'm shit scared. happy? *grumbles*I miss TH. Yes, I actually do.

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Exams are just SIX freaking days away.I know it's really unlike me to TALK about anything to do with academics on my blog or anywhere else for that matter (ha, i'm too cool la. bite me.) only cuz I hate studying. well, sometimes. most times. ha.BUT it's my final lap here at Uni. NEED to get through all my FOUR papers unscathed. Pray for me. Ha. I'm praying for you too.God Bless us miserable

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WARNING: THIS ENTRY IS GOING TO BE MORBID. SO yeah. heh.What happens when I die? Ha, what a stupid question to ask some may say. But I am not quite talking about what will happen to me in my after-life or whatever. I am talking about what happens here.I don't know why I am even talking about this. It's just a sudden thought that crossed my head. And I do know, from past conversations, that this

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At certain times in our lives, certain feelings of anguish and pain may overwhelm us and we feel like we just cannot go on. At times like these, we feel our dreams slipping through the tiny gaps in our fingers. We try to grab at them but they just don't stay. Like sand, they slowly but surely slip away.Recently, I talked to a really close friend of mine, and we realised that we were going through

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Sometimes memories are the hardest to deal with. They remind you of moments lost, people gone, things forgotten; all in all just days gone by. To me, they are the constant reminders of the temporality of life. Nothing is permanent - this message is resonant in every memory I hold dear.If we sit and reflect, even yesterday is nothing but a memory. What you did 3 minutes ago, is a memory too. But

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I'm proud to be a woman. And it's awesome that after centuries of keeping the women at home, for over ninety years now, a day has been set aside every year to celebrate womanhood throughout the world. Women, rejoice! Whether men appreciate us for who we are, fellow women, that's you and me, in the microcosmic sense, do. And that's reason enough to celebrate International Women's Day.Did a search

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The following piece is inspired by "boy". Thank you and no thanks, actually. Dear Boy,What will it take for you to see how much you mean to her? Have you noticed the tears in her eyes, the tears she hides with her smile? She'd give the world for you, boy, but you choose only to see the mistakes she makes, the wrong things she might say, the flaws on her face. Why do all these things mean so much

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I can't help the way I feel for youIt hurts, but not feeling would hurt more.Everytime I cry, the tears stingBut my heart refuses to stop feeling, yearning.I'll love you for as long as my heart wants me toI'll cry for as long as your eyes look past me.It's funny how all them other girls seem so fine to youAnd strangely you're the only boy I see.I long to reach out and hold you closeBut your

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Her laughter. Her screams. Her eyes. The tiny mouth. The little fingers. Her sweet blue-and-white polka-dot dress. Her cheeky smile, that tilts sideways. The way she claps her hands when she laughs. The way she leans back so I can cuddle her closer. The way she holds on to me for dear life when I swing her around. How she quickly said goodbye to her mother when I teased her that I was bringing

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I used to think that miracles didn't exist.Now I do.Strangely, my heart feels at peace.The power of prayer. Of faith. Of belief.Every smile has a meaning to it.Every tear, a story.I think of the days gone by.Of the songs we sang.The shouts of joy.Skipping hand in hand.You're not here anymore.But I still feel your presence.So close. So close.I thank you for teaching me to pray.To have faith.To

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I think I’m falling in love with youIt may seem strange but it’s true.I hope you will never find outCuz I don’t know what’ll happen if you do.Maybe it started when I realised thatI feel all warm and fuzzy insidewhen I think of the way you smile.And how your smile makes me want to smile too.Or perhaps when it dawned upon me thatI love the way your eyes twinklewhen you’ve got something cheeky on

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Relationships are the almost invisible forces that hold society together. Almost invisible because we're aware they exist, yet they do not take a physical form. The very nature of a relationship between two individuals is complex, be it a mother-daughter relationship, possibly the simplest bond formed between two not-so-random individuals (depending on which doctrine you subscribe to) or the

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She knows that she ain't going anywhere with this. But she can't tell you what she's feeling either. Truth be told, she's scared to face the truth too. She wants to tell you, but she can't. She wishes she doesn't feel this way too, but it's too late. She prays that when she wakes up in the morning the feeling will be gone. She feels stifled by this. She feels free too. She doesn't understand why

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Sheesh! It's been so long since I last blogged.. AGAIN! haha.. =)Oh well, am in the midst of exams right now. 2 papers down, 3 more to go.. 30th nov.. n it'll be all done with.. can't waitttttt..THEN.. I'll get down to blogging for real. Right now.. have a few shout-outs:1. Mum, Dad, Resh n Mei.. thanks for keeping my feet on the ground and showing me that there's way more to life than the daily

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Strangely, I KNOW it's not worth the effort or the struggle, but I can't seem to walk away. Why? I ask myself that everytime I think of you, but I can't find an answer. No, none at all.The Heart yearns for more than You can ever give. Sadly, that's the truth. The Mind knows too, but it's still searching for the right answers to all the wrong questions. Honestly, I'm afraid of what is to come, but

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"Why don't you ever wear jeans and a nice top, you know, like that girl over there?" he asked, pointing to a lean girl in a pair of Levi's and a snug, black V-neck tee. "Well," she shrugged, "I don't know, I'm just more comfortable in this I guess," she muttered and peered at the glass door that carried a sharp reflection of what she thought was a pretty decent outfit : her favourite draw-string

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I yearn to understandSo I can start believing. And when I start believingI'll need to learn to trust. And when I begin trustingI'll need to have some faith. I need to have some Faith in YouFor that, I need some faith in me. I want to trust in You, butI don't know if i trust myself. For me to believe in YouI need to believe in me. Before I can understand YouI must first understand me.Now I know,

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The words you said to me just yesterdayNow it all just seems so long agoI've forgotten your pretty faceAnd all the tears you cried.So many memories I can't throw awayFrom the corners of my mindSo many words that you saidNow they don't mean a thing.How did we let things come so far?When we knew they'd all end inheartbreak, tears and anger.No longer walking hand in hand.Remember how everyone

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"What would you do? if your son was at home crying all alone on the bedroom floor cuz he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy's gone somewhere smokin' rock now in and out of lock down I aint gotta job now so for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life"This is the chorus of a number 1

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She's afraid, she hides in her fears.She laughs, but her eyes are filled with tears.She runs through the treesOnly her pain, she sees.She picks flowers to put in her hairMy, suddenly she's oh so fair.She speaks but in whispersShe cries in whimpersShe screams in her sadnessAnd smiles in all this madness.She's strong, or so she thinksShe wants to iron out these kinks inHer life, such a mess it

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She was beginning to regret accepting the invitation to the party. Worse of all, she was there stupidly alone, with no (unwilling) date in tow (not that she was seeing anyone at the moment). She looked around hoping to find a familiar face, at least someone who'll return a smile in this unfamiliar setting. "It's getting chilly and it all feels so dreary," she thought to herself as she let out a

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I try to navigate through these feelings,But I just can't find the one that speaks of what I truly feel.I'm torn, between wanting and not wanting,I'm lost in the oasis of emotions.I want to run back to the desert that I've dwelled in for so long,I know I don't need you to quench my thirst.You have brought me to a new road,That branches off in so many directions.But do we want to walk down this

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I've been reading so many blogs in the last few days.. n boy oh boy, do I suck! haha.. 1st of all, my biggest flaw, (no points for guessing..) my laziness... sheer laziness, results in my not blogging for weeks at a stretch. Much to the chagrin of friends who actually click on links to my blog.. sorry u guys..!K, nuff of the pathetic ramble.. let's get down to business..(this post is a dedication

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As i sit here typing this i'm anxiously waiting for the final battle of AI 4 to air... for the uninitiated (read: where the heck have u been all this while?!) it's between Bo and Carrie (yuck!). for those who have heard me yap time and again abt this season of AI would know that my favourites have long been voted off the show.. (i still hold dear the memories of Nadia Turner and Constantine...!!)

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Just read the last entry, not that it was a very long one anyways and was contemplating putting up yet another "i'm-not-dead-yet-folks" entry but decided not to be a cow.. *jo, stop smirking!*Well, let's see.. for most of the bums in school exams are over *yeah yeah hoorays to u too!* BUT yeah in nitz's big BUTT fashion.. mine are not!! still have 1 more paper to go.. Soci.. looking forward to it

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It's been ages since I last blogged. In case, you think I died, err.. no, I haven't. Unfortunately, this entry ends here with the re-assurance that no, I am not dead. I'll be back... soon.

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vulnerable... sensitive...

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She comes, She goesShe doesn't have a worry so.The people watching let out an inward sigh,Why does she let her life pass her by?They don't talk to her, don't even take a second glance, At her tears she tries so hard to hideOh, how delightfully they dance in the shimmery lightDespite her pain and fears.No one knows the way she feels,Her struggles deep inside,The torture in which she reelsAnd how

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Suddenly I feel so humbled. I feel so blessed. I look around me and see so much of suffering. I'm very thankful and grateful that my life is the way it is at the moment. Although there's much more I want out of it, I'm really Thankful that I at least have this much. That is enough to be contented with. I've been living the life of a perfectionist for the longest time and I think I'm beginning to

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Wow...once again.. I realise I haven't blogged in like nearly 2 months! and since dec 2004! I must be like the most UNcommitted blogger man.. haha.. well let's see if 2005 brings any changes to this eh? Hmm.. let's see.. currently I am really busy wid school stuff.. n loadsa Capoeira, n i've reverted a lil back to the old Me that thinks quite a bit.. so I dun feel that at-peace wid myself, but

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Adrenaline-pumping classes on Wednesday and Friday evenings. A non-stop cardio workout for two hours. Leaves one dripping with sweat at the end of every session. Despite its rigour, satisfied and smiling faces emerge at the end of every class.That's just the shortest summary of my adventure with Capoeira so far. And, no, the above doesn't do It justice. Not even slightly. Let's try again, and

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I feel old. I feel wise. I feel like an old person trapped in a young body. I am afraid of turning complacent. I don't wanna forget how to love. I wanna remember how to cherish the good times. I wanna morph: like from a caterpillar to a butterfly. I wanna be happy. Every day. I wanna know how the poor, hungry boy feels. I wanna know how it's like to return home daily and not have anything to eat

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I shiver in my sleepAm I afraid? Of Whom or What I don't quite know My mind questionsthe answersAsks more questions Even less answered I toss and turn Oblivious to the calm that surrounds meI'm still restless I don't knowWho or Whatscares meI shiver.

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OOh.. eons later.. I'm back! Haven't really been spending much "quality time" with the PC since the exams are approaching and know I'll just carried away once I get started. Like right now... Haven't slept the whole night actually. Tried to sleep at 4am but nope din work. Just had roti prata and have 2 alternatives to choose from: a) Fall asleep for real b) Continue studying for my soci paper

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Spent last weekend over-nighting at my maternal grandparents' (gp) place. Haven't done that in a long time. It was time well-spent I must say, n in talking to them I learnt a whole lot.. n that left me thinking. Both pairs of my gps lost either one or both parents when they were young (my maternal gm's father lived till 92; he passed away in 2002 and my paternal gm's mum lived till 64, i think n

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Wow... !! After much thought.. and even MORE persuasion.. I've finally decided to give the blogging world a chance.. yeah, IT has won me over yet again! *wolf-whistles and applause* I used to be the girl who was totally against this blogging thg.. but hey NOW i'm officially an EX-blog-err... non-condoner? Will take some time to get used to the idea, but life's about exploring new possibilities

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