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Grace Ke

i've been places, and i've done things. some i'm proud of, some i wish could be undone. but all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His will (Romans 8:28) and i know He's takin' me places.

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e diel, 26 gusht 2007




i'm so freaking tired. study gracie, study. if you want tp cmm to want you, you gotta give them somthing to want. be desirable--have jaw-dropping results. how about a 5 points for L1R4 eh?

thanks to sean, char and aiken, i now feel massively fat. 2 tubs of B&Js ain't no joke eh? the running shoes are glaring in my face. i shall slip them on and go crazy running again later.

today, i have decided to address the issue with people telling me not to say i'm fat.

i know i'm not overweight or blobbous or obese, BUT i have my reasons of unhappiness. i'm very soft, y'know? i can't stand it. i wanna be toned. like, Alba-toned. not Fergie-muscle. BUT if i'm going to go gymming, i'll put on weight in muscle mass. and i wanna get carried down the aisle, so i gotta start working now. i can't be too heavy (even if i was really slim) because i have to be CARRIED. you know how hard it is to carry anyone?

and also i don't wanna have double standards. if i want my man to be hot and pelvic boned and abbed and all... i gotta be that too. do unto others as you want others to do unto you, eh? and i want a hot man. so i gotta be pretty hot myself, or it ain't fair. and abs result in muscle mass which results in even more weight which results in me not being able to be carried down the aisle!

and i used to be HUGE, so now it's a phobia. call it Fattophobia. so don't scold me if i start whining about my weight. scary you know?? plus i have this hideous thing on my midsection called a tummy. hello Mr Tummy, please go away. you are very ugly and not at all desirable. you, shoo!

and thus. i conclude my three paragraphs on why i need to work out :) if you want me to shut up, just offer to go gymming with me ok? i need gym-buddies. i'd die in a sweatified gym alone.

go away love handles, go away inner thighs, go away Mr Tummy, go away taxi arms. come back please, Mrs Butt and Ms Female Assets..

okay, moving on from body rants...

I HAVE NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!!! :) i am a happified noodle, indeed i am.

so i'll be studying in church from late afternoon, then i'll be going for tuition from 2-4 then back to study again til, 9ish-10? call 1800-STUDY-BUNCH to join us as we mug our asses off.

studying today was looney! absofrigginlutely madness. we were all giggling away like fools :) i couldn't have asked God for a better bunch to study with. i'm glad i suffer with you bunch.

GAIUS we've had plans to graduate together, to go to TP together, to have lunch together and to do stupid things together. don't make me go to TP alone.. this is one time you cannot pangseh me. YOU HEAR?!? 16 years, i'm still smiling still standing by still thinking you're the hottest thing since microwave ovens. STUDDYY!! because you're supposed to go to school with me and be an East-sider for once. i worry for you, snowpea. don't leave me alone ok? you can let me fall when we're rollerblading, but this time CANNOT!


because i kissed the jungle goodbye


Grace ♥ 7:24 m.d.