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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
my facebook




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put ur dingdong in the ayer
-Hui Na

If you HATE me then God bless you (:

Saturday, September 29, 2012
cold

It was different
So different 
Me and you
You and me. 
No matter how you put them, it looked the same but different altogether. 

What am I supposed to do now?
Where do I go from here?
I need some distraction to stop all these thoughts in my head.
One moment you're an idiot. 
Next you're the most amazing boyfriend I've ever had. 

It's confusing and crazy. 
I want to go back to the start. 
Can't we go back to the start?
Be merry, be happy. 
I was the bubble lady. 
You were the Candy man.

They tell me time will heal all wounds. 
I'm slowly believing it.
But it's not easy.
I'll find my own way though. 
I hope you do too. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012
washing machine

It's hard when everything reminds me of us. The ghost of our memories haunt me every single day and night. I can't explain this empty feeling at all. It's just so weird not being able to text you and talk to you like we used to. I am convinced that this feeling will pass but it's taking an awfully long time to do so.

Damien Rice sums it up pretty well:

still a little bit of your taste in my mouth, 
still a little bit of you laced with my doubts.

I don't think I miss you. I think I miss who and what we were. It's sad, really. And I've got a splitting headache cause of all these.

I shall just drown myself in work and frisbee and all the other things in between.

Monday, September 10, 2012
love.

I think I'm slowly learning to fall.
It's hard, that's for sure, but at least I'm not getting dragged up, sucked into something that I know is not going to flourish, at least not now. 

You and I have lives that are intertwined with one another.
We shared a love so deep, so passionate, so amazing; it's no wonder we're having problems letting go. 

I love you, and I always will. Whatever happens to us in the future, just know that one thing remains. You will always be the one that I shared the most with, the one that I was most comfortable with; and the one that stole my heart, wrapped in within your own and made me yours. 

You were, and always will be the one. 

I love you, Al. 

Sunday, September 09, 2012
pov

I never wanted everything to end this way
But you can take the bluest skies and turn it gray
I swore to you that I would do my best to change
But you said it don't matter.

I'm looking at you from another point of view. 
I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you
I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.

Monday, September 03, 2012
independent.

It's funny how everything is slowly unfolding before my eyes. I can't say I didn't expect me to feel this way. I cannot believe it took me so long to realize that you've been this way for the longest time ever and all I have been doing was making up excuses for all your actions.

Well, not this time, not anymore.

I am a different person and someday, you will realize that; but when you do, it will be too late to make things right again.

I don't know if this is fatigue going to my head but for the first time in a long time I actually feel liberated and free. To be very honest, I am liking this feeling more and more.