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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 (:

Thursday, May 05, 2011
collide

Exams are just around the corner and I thought I would revive this dead blog of mine at 3AM in the morning.

Yes, I still am as random as ever and, no, I haven't moved on to create any new blogs, yet.

Life just got a whole lot busier and I pretty much realized writing sad, depressing stories about how miserable my life is, isn't that cool anymore.

.. Or you could say I grew up, in someways at least.

Ever wondered how someone's life was before you met them? Those thoughts haunt me all the time. It's not like I want to think about them. I just do.

Would you have enjoyed his or her companionship had you known that person, say 10 years ago?

I know we're not supposed to dwell in the past and all that, but I enjoy listening to stories about people's transformation, what made them change and all the other things in between.

It's interesting, ya know.

I reckon the most interesting one I've stumbled across so far would be the story of how a Vietnamese girl decided to become a Muslim and how it kind of changed the way she treated her parents and her thoughts.

Well, for those who are currently studying in Notts, I'm pretty sure you're all familiar with the girl. For those who aren't, ah, well, too bad.

I should probably get some sleep now. Early day tomorrow.

God bless (:

love,
Zoe

Author's note after reading the post:
Late nights can make your brain say/write things that don't exactly make sense. 

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