the blogger
|*rena*|
re or nana
aquarian. student. daughter. friend.
|*lurves*|
the colour red. daring and passionate.
caring abt fashion and design absolutely does not make her bimbotic.
volunteering cos she simply likes helping.
calvin & hobbes, dr seuss, disney. the childish side of her.
baking up a storm. watching her cookies and apple tarts rise in the oven.
photography. art. museums. music. yes she adores the ARTS.
reading. call her a BOOKworm.
tennis. she swears by this game.
dance. the most beautiful thing u can ever do with ur body.
traveling. to see the other side of the world.
bubble-baths. they make u feel loved and smell pretty.
dark chocolates. her daily dosage of anti-depressant.
retail therapy. just so as to help the economy.
good food. who doesnt?
heart-to-heart talks. walks in the park. long drives in the country.
sweet, sad, nostalgic stuff. she's a real sucker for that.
fireworks. they remind her of the lovely things in life. they don't last.
dreaming.
|*things that would make her day*|
ben n jerry's ice-cream. swings & carousels. balloons. blue roses & sunflowers. s-mail. surprises. libraries and bookshops. lazing around. just watching planes. friends and family.
|*would wish for*|
a walk-in closet. a victorian house or a cottage by the sea. a red mini cooper. all the time in the world. to travel away to help pple, esp children, in 3rd world countries. someone who'll sing and dance in the rain with me.
|*her favourite quotes*|
"dun ever marry a tennis player;
to us, 'love' means nothing."
"A balanced diet is a cookie in both hands!
"I like to walk in the rain, cos that's when u cant see my tears."
"I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love."
"If I like it, I’ll buy it; pure impulse shopping."
"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them."
“We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”