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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 enjte, 13 dhjetor 2007

okay i know i don't like it when people (or me) complain on their blogs but i just have to do this:

standing stationary for twenty minutes in a skanky bare back top right under the air conditioner in day old, four inch wedges is simply unbearable! my feet have practically become one with my wedges and i now walk with a perpetual tip toe. i cannot, simply cannot, fathom how on earth am i going to successfully stand still for, cumulatively, 90 minutes on saturday. especially with heavy make up and a glittery mask, with 150 people staring at my back with gaius farting beside me. it is just. not. done. OH GOD, PLEASE HELP ME!

so anyway, i spent the most part of today in my skanky clubber top trying not to turn into an icicle (i almost said Popsicle but i realized that's a different thing altogether) we ran the play 3 times. and my feet are beyond aching. this is why i never wear heels when shopping. okay. so i did once. but i ended up walking barefeet throughout Orchard with my heels in hand. the pain was too much for me to take. but as usual, i digress.

what did i do today? nelson PS-ed me. the butt. i hobbled over to church circa 2.45 and found myself without a trashbag buddy. PLUS the room was locked so yeah, i didn't trashbag anything cos Nelson ditched me to go somewhere to do something but i have no idea what. so yes i ambled all over our church compound and found a roomful of twelve year old little pixies and felt compelled to join them in the puny lil room. they were dancing Our Routine. which was a lil weird if you ask me, but it's not my place to say anything so yes i just sat there and helped a little.

4 o'clock heralded a stampede of little feet into the Thanksgiving Hall for corporate prayer. i shared a bit and used words like "crap" and "ass" which got me a few weird looks. but honestly, i see no reason for me to not use those words. ahh whatever. i shall refrain from using them when i'm sharing/emceeing.

and then after prayer it was trashbagging and then feet torture drama practice. i cabbed home with nelson and the cabbie talked non-stop and nelson was a butt. hahahahahahahahah. moron.

supper with daddy at the old wanton mee place :) yummy dummy but now i feel fat as hell.

okay yes, goodnight world.

thank you Isaac ong ting tong. we still need to catch up and yeah oh goodness you have so much to tell me and i have so much to say and we have so much we need to do. can we be free please? oh dear me. i love you!

to YOU. HANDS OFF. okay. really. you're attached and i'm perfectly single so take your paws off me and it's not that i don't talk to you or hug you or whatever but i have my limits ok. i might be very physical but that's all in a friendly sense. you don't see me hugging other guys for like 5 minutes non-stop or pawing them or letting them hug me anywhere below waist level, do you? that is all saved for the future boyfriend and have nothing to do with the likes of you. so please, take your hands and body and keep a distance from me. i thank God i'm not your girlfriend cos if she knows what you do, her heart would be so broken. you creep. commandment number four hundred and thirty nine. thou shalt not touch the Grace Ke unless thou art the Grace Ke's boyfriend/husband.

and to YOU. just because i'm too busy right now to meet up with you does not give you the right to show me attitude. you've known me for ages and you know that one of the things i mega cannot stand, is attitude. i've got enough crap and shit in my life to deal with, so just drop this, ok? i'm too tired to trash this out with you. goodnight.

and to the cell!!! hello babies!! okay. i've been busy like nuts and everything, but fret not, i'll be around to help you all with the holiday homework :) i've even pulled out some of my math books so i can refresh my already rusty mind. i won't be able to make it for the full cell outing cos i've got meetings galore, but i'll definitely be there for the tutoring part. i love you all deep deep!!

SHENNA: aunty! i love you! ----/-@ ugly rose for you still! so long already and i still have no idea how to prettify it. please smile for me aunty shenna!!! (sung in the don't cry for me argentina way.) i'm here! i'm here!!


okay yes okay yes goodnight for real. my eyebags are mega huge LIAO.


Grace ♥ 12:24 p.d.