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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 hënë, 1 tetor 2007

Sweet Innocence, where hath thou gone?
How hath thou left, in a fleeting sec?
Sweet Innocence, hie thee hither,
my soul cries out for the remembrance of thee.

and that, dear Sean, is GraceSpeare. wahlau, you suck at it la. hoho, three cheers for grace.

anyway, my self indulgent introduction aside, today was such a --bleah-- day. you know? just one of those days where you wanna roll yourself right off the balcony once again. sigh. the balcony has been very very enticing. haha.

i actually broke down at tuition today. how lame is that? highly lame, if you ask me.

i seriously think Ms P is on her way again. drat! it's the last thing i need now cos then i'll be so lethargic and moody i'd think of anything but studying! pissshh.

today i woke up late (so much for going to school) and then i had tuition then i went down to church and then we studied, ate and then studied and then i bought bread for mum and went home. if it wasn't for the family, i think i'd have gone bonkers. i am foreverly gratitude-ed to my Family. *winks* and oh, *rolls eyes* (for Char only)

t'was an absolute roller coaster ride of emotions la, i tell you. i think i subconsciously fought with both daddy and mummy while in my state of catatonia in the morning.

WARNING: do NOT, i repeat, do NOT mess with me when i've just woken up. i am an absolute bitch at 6A.M in the morning. i know i've become a much nicer person since two years ago, but at 6 A.M, my bitchiness prevails.

and after that i moped around at home and then dashed off to the very depressing tuition, had a languid bus ride, perked up considerably when i met the famfam, was lonering on the bus home where there was this freak of an ahpek staring at me (thank God i kept the cardigan on) and then i burst into fits of joy when i reached home (: i am happy noodle again now, thank you' very much.

ok, call me schizo or whatever but i've been moodswinging. and zits zits, GO AWAY! morons.

1) i do NOT like the moodswings (at least one thing keeps me at a constant high)
2) i do NOT like feeling like a freaking ugly walrus
3) i do NOT like having to study
4) i do NOT like the hideous, disfiguring zits
5) i do NOT like wearing clothes but i have to and i'm running out of FBTs
6) i do NOT have a smoking choice.


): oh boo. life is in The Pits now. well, almost completely. but not entirely. thank God.

well well, i've complained enough and you guys have all been tortured enough for the day. adieu.

SHENNA HO YING LOU AND AIKEN MATTHEW CHIA MING. 12 P.M. i'd murder if you guys aren't there. i know i'm constantly late, but never as late as the two of you. SO! wake up or you shall never wake up ever again! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

no la. you both know that i love you two so immensely much that lateness will never stop my loving you. you stupid sleeping couple.

i thank God for e-mails (:


Grace ♥ 10:37 m.d.