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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 (:

Tuesday, August 21, 2012
repeat.

Mom reminded me to keep my pride in check today. 
She says that I have a tendency to blame people for the things that I cannot do. 
And she's right. 

It's been on my mind since earlier this afternoon and it's slowly eating me up bit by bit. Humility is what I need to learn. Not the false, on the surface type; but something that goes beyond that, deep into the core. 

A part of me -as much as I hate to admit it- thrives compliments, praises and recognition. I don't like that part of me and I'm trying to change. The process is slow.
I have done so many wrong things, and these are the things that are keeping me away from God. I feel guilt, shame and pain. It's during the night where it hits me the most, just before I'm about to sleep, the thoughts come and haunt me; mock me; yelling all my inadequacies out loud in my head. 

I want them to stop. I want to stop feeling not good enough. I seek something more from this life. I know I am made to do something more than this. But what is that thing? 

It keeps replaying inside my head, like a record on repeat. Beep, beep. Beep, beep.