I occasionally wish I could go back to my younger days when life seemed so simple and less complicated. But past is past, it can never come back. What we are today is the result of what we were in the past. Does that make sense?
Looking at Life with a Touch of Humour
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It's raining heavily as I write this. Somehow when it rains late at night, I feel strangely secure because I know the bad guys will not...
About Me
- From A Nonya's Pen
- "God gives us a pencil for the book of life but He alone holds the eraser."
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