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boo.

my name's zoe lee (:

currently studying business economics and finance in NOTTINGham.

i'm 21! goin' on the big TWO-TWO :D
and i'm from kuching!

I think I am pretty normal for a nineteen year old. I fall down a lot, laugh a lot, hide a lot of things from people and all those other things.

What about you?

Psalm 23 ♥


You can mail me at:
zoegal@hotmail.com
faith.life.zoe@gmail.com
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put ur dingdong in the ayer
-Hui Na

If you HATE me then God bless you (:

Friday, June 11, 2010

Dear Gramma,

I heard you crying last night and it hurt. I really want to help you but I don't know how. It's frustrating to see you weak like that. You were never like that! What happened while I was gone? What made you so dependent? Why have you lost the strength to fight for your life? Why won't you even walk anymore? Why? I miss the old gramma who used to do Tai Chi and who always scolded me for all the noise that I made. Most importantly, I miss scarring you, gramma. I really do )': Please, please get better. I still want to tell you about my boyfriend and let you meet him. He's a really nice and sweet guy. gramma. He treats me well. Maybe one day I'll even get married to him. I don't know. But I really want you to be there when that happens. Please stay strong, gramma. It kills me every single time you whine and sigh about life. I love you, gramma. Please stay alive.

Love,
your granddaughter.