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sottovoce

I love flowers.
I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises.
I'm dainty and ambitious; really.
I nurse others.
There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.


only me



N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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reminders

- Dine at Tiffany Cafe & Restaurant at Furama
- Tree Top Walk at MacRitchie

my past

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credits

Blogskin done by 16thday with image from Taringa .




Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Last Song.

Too many guys simply rolled over these days, thinking that being nice was all that mattered. And it did matter, but not if the guy equated being nice with being a doormat. I liked the fact that a guy would take me fishing, for example, even though I wouldn't be enthusiastic about it. It's his way of telling me, "This is who I am, and this is what I enjoy, and of all the people I know right now, I want to enjoy this experience with you." Too often, when a guy asked me out, he picked me up without the slightest idea of what to do or where to go, eventually forcing me to come up with the plan. There was something so wishy-washy and clueless about that. He was anything but wishy-washy, and I couldn't help liking him for that.

I was struck by the thought that this was the man with whom I'd like to face the future. I know I'm too young for such thoughts and am under no illusion that I was even considering marriage, but somehow I felt that if I had met him ten years from now, he might be the one. When I meet a guy, the first question I ask myself is not whether he was good for a few dates; it was whether he was the kind of man I could imagine spending time with over the long haul.

There are guys who grow up thinking they'll settle down some distant time in the future, and there are guys who are ready for marriage as soon as they meet the right person. The former bore me, mainly because they're pathetic; and the latter, quite frankly, are hard to find. But it's the serious ones I'm interested in, and it takes time to find a guy like that whom I'm equally interested in. I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on eath would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

In my own world,
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