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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, February 07, 2013

I used to inflict pain on myself back when I was younger.
I didn't know better then.
I probably haven't got much figured out now either but I've found a different way to deal with things.

I secretly think my family is slowly falling apart from the inside.
During our family dinner earlier tonight, none of my cousins were communicating with one another, each busy with their phones.
We used to be able to talk a whole heap of crap when we meet.
Now everyone's just hostile and shit.
I dislike it a lot. I mean, we're a family, we're supposed to be communicating with one another. Not busy tapping away on our phones.

I want to do something about it.
I am going to do something about it soon.
Things cannot go on like this. It's just not right.

Therein lies the problem: I don't know where to start.

Yesterday, I went over to Ode's place and we had a lovely chat about things.
We finally disposed of the box together, alongside with the memories that were made.
It felt exhilarating and wonderful to be freed from that emotional bondage.
I can't wait for the next phase in life to start.

I just miss being able to hold hands and cuddle with a person. It always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, not to mention protected too (: too bad Ode does not feel the same way.

I think I'm a tad bit childish when it comes to relationships.
Hm.


Saturday, February 02, 2013
six months

Breathe. 
Just a little more time
Just a little more effort 
Just a little bit more.

You'll get through this just fine.
We'll get through this all right.

You. 
It always comes right back to you
The one who took the very best of me
You broke my defenses and swept me off my feet.

I was merely a phase.
Something to have, to hold and then erased.

Forget.
Forget everything that I've ever known,
About me, about you, about us.
And move on with life.

Gone are the plans made
And I spiral back down to reality.

Afraid.
Because of you I am afraid. 
Afraid to fall.
Afraid to give.
Afraid to let anyone in.

One... Two... Three... Four.
There's nothing left here anymore.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight.
Sometimes it's just too little too late.


The randomness that takes over in the middle of the night never ceases to amaze me.
I'm off to bed.

As usual, God bless and g'night! 

Love,
Zoe