Growing up, we shared many same interests; cats, No Doubt, Esprit wallets, even right now with the same degree and similar Final Year Projects. This is us talking cock. And being hard at work, of course of course.
Growing up, we shared many same interests; cats, No Doubt, Esprit wallets, even right now with the same degree and similar Final Year Projects. This is us talking cock. And being hard at work, of course of course.
Yesterday in the car I realized: that the reason there are some people in this world who have such a hard time finding love is because they don’t really love themselves. A relationship is not only about loving the other person; his flaws and his imperfections, his geekiness and self, but it is also [...]
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“Benjamin, we’re meant to lose the people we love. How else would we know how important they are to us?
I remember when I was heartbroken and I wanted to erase my memories like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It seemed like a very very good idea then. And [...]
15 Jan, 2009
Posted by: Rocket Queen In: Bad Photos| Train Thoughts
“Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
- Franz Kafka
There was a toddler in the train last year. I remember him because he spent the whole train ride with his feet on the seat and making burping noises as he [...]
Here is my favorite picture of you. To be fair, I have quite a few. But this, I like the most.
It is my favorite picture because if people were to ask me, “How would you describe this person?” I could just lift up the picture and that answers everything. For me, this picture [...]
1) Floss daily.
2) Be sweet like chocolate.
3) Wash my face everyday.
4) Keep my room clean and neat.
5) Be more interested in music/fashion. (hahahahhahahhahaha)
What’s the point of having resolutions when you know they’re not going to happen? Except maybe number 2. I could feel myself becoming sweeter by the second. [...]
Last Saturday I woke up to my bestfriend’s call.
“Are you awake?” he asked. “Come and follow me to kl to pick up a cake,” he said without waiting for my reply.
“I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” I said then I went back to sleep.
When he called me ten minutes later, “Are you ready? [...]
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