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I am Denice. This blog contains things that I like and re-blogs that I identify myself with. The color orange makes me happy. I enjoy eating a lot. Reading and painting are also a few of my hobbies. I appreciate lazy days. But most of the time, I need to be out and about pursuing something to feel alive. I love God, and genuinely hope His presence and glory is reflected in my life. For original thoughts and notes, go to my Blogspot at: Denice Daily.
twitter.com/DeniceDaily:
I am Denice. This blog contains things that I like and re-blogs that I identify myself with. The color orange makes me happy. I enjoy eating a lot. Reading and painting are also a few of my hobbies. I appreciate lazy days. But most of the time, I need to be out and about pursuing something to feel alive. I love God, and genuinely hope His presence and glory is reflected in my life. For original thoughts and notes, go to my Blogspot at: Denice Daily.
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"You don’t always need to know what’s happening in the world. You don’t always have to do something to ameliorate someone else’s situation. Sometimes when you focus on your relationship with God, and allow Him to work in you, He just brings the universe together to work for your good. Pray for other people, but more importantly, pray for yourself."
Denice Sy
"Search your soul and re-evaluate your actions. It is not that other people are imperfect, it is that you refuse to accept their imperfections. Your unhappiness does not give you the right to rob others of their joy and peace of mind. Lacking contentment in your life is not an excuse to ruin others’ well-being."
Denice Sy
"We can lack nothing, because Jesus died so we can have it all"
Freddy King
Meringue
We sat at our designated seats,
At Miss Remy’s tutorial session;
She arranged it that way.
I was in fourth grade.
And looking at you,
For the first time,
I felt
Butterflies in my stomache.
A child, what it was,
Why, how,
I had no idea.
Twinkled my eyes,
Didn’t know I was
Flirting.
You smiled.
I giggled.
Truffled dresses,
Suddenly,
Seemed more attractive than
The twirling slides
At our school playground.
Pastry shells, hard but fragile,
Treats, sweet and crisp,
Crush it with the teeth, or let it
Melt in the mouth.
So airy,
The taste stays only for
A short while.
Mom thought you’re my
First crush.
I cogitated in silence..
Just as the trace of meringue would wear off,
Blushed,
“Maybe.”
