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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, January 24, 2013
t'was a night in the airport.

I can't believe the first semester of my final year is finally over.
Exam were... Tough but great. 
I had three papers back to back but it was cause of the hectic schedule that my friends and I grew closer to one another. 
Well, more like I started connecting more and more with them again.
Staying up till wee hours in the morning to support each other, giving each other wake up calls.
The whole experience was wonderful, and I had fun :D

Hopefully, my results would come out okay :|
It was because of all of them that things are better now. 
I stop relating things to him, or to anything that we shared before. 
My room is now MY ROOM and not a place where we used to hang out and talk about our deepest emotions.
The things that he gave me are now merely objects that were given to me by a person and they bear no emotional hold over me like they used to. 

I reckon him leaving KL was probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me ever since the breakup. 
Not seeing him has helped me in many different ways.

I'm slowly understanding the meaning of getting over you. 
It's when I no longer relate the things that I do to you.
And when thoughts of you no longer cloud my mind.
Yes, you pop into my mind sometimes, and yes, it does hurt a little bit. 
But I'm okay, you know.
I think about the memories that we shared and I'm okay. 
I'm glad I met you. 
I'm glad you were once a big part of my life.
But that's all there is now.
Nothing more, nothing less.

I hope you're truly getting on fine too.