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♣ Hello, My name is Grace. I love photography and animals. I strongly feel that photography should be used to display the beautiful side of this world that we live in. My big day is 12/01/94. I adore big balloons and big stuffed toys. I am a big fan of Sports, especially Badminton. And most importantly, I LOVE YOU. <3
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♣ Hello, My name is Grace. I love photography and animals. I strongly feel that photography should be used to display the beautiful side of this world that we live in. My big day is 12/01/94. I adore big balloons and big stuffed toys. I am a big fan of Sports, especially Badminton. And most importantly, I LOVE YOU. <3
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009
, 6:52 PM
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Let me hear your voice.
Feeling kinda down. Probably cos results are coming back real fast.
Y'know, exam papers are like deadly boomerangs.
When you finally throw them out of the window, they instantly fly back and cut ur head off.
Ouch, i know. Lol.
Yesterday's prayer community left me feeling really sad.
I feel so spoiled.
There are people outside, facing problems like surgeries and cancer,
and here I am, complaining that my gpa isnt high enough.
Yesterday was a real wake up call for me, in more ways than one.
I cried when I was praying for the sick.
I thought of Grandma, how she reached out for me before she passed out.
How she struggled lying on the hospital bed.
I realised it had been so long since I thought of Grandma.
And that made me even more sad.
I dun wanna forget her, I never wanna forget her.
And yet, in the midst of laughter and joy,
Her image is slowly disappearing from the back of my mind.
But.. what can I do?
It's really hard you know, this clash.
You think I dun feel bad enough?
You think I dun wanna go visit?
I want. I really do.
Oh God, please help me.
I dunno what to do anymore.
Shouldnt ppl be glad and happy once their exams are over?
I guess i'm going through post-traumatic disorder or something. Gahhs.
And You, uh huh, You. What's ur problem seriously. All these things you are doing, whether on purpose or not, It's driving me crazy. Please, just stop. I'm sick and tired of all these.
I wanna go to an empty beach and scream my lungs out.
There are too many things bottled inside me.
I'm suffocating to death.
& I look up at the stars,
wondering what my purpose on Earth is.
Feeling kinda down. Probably cos results are coming back real fast.
Y'know, exam papers are like deadly boomerangs.
When you finally throw them out of the window, they instantly fly back and cut ur head off.
Ouch, i know. Lol.
Yesterday's prayer community left me feeling really sad.
I feel so spoiled.
There are people outside, facing problems like surgeries and cancer,
and here I am, complaining that my gpa isnt high enough.
Yesterday was a real wake up call for me, in more ways than one.
I cried when I was praying for the sick.
I thought of Grandma, how she reached out for me before she passed out.
How she struggled lying on the hospital bed.
I realised it had been so long since I thought of Grandma.
And that made me even more sad.
I dun wanna forget her, I never wanna forget her.
And yet, in the midst of laughter and joy,
Her image is slowly disappearing from the back of my mind.
But.. what can I do?
It's really hard you know, this clash.
You think I dun feel bad enough?
You think I dun wanna go visit?
I want. I really do.
Oh God, please help me.
I dunno what to do anymore.
Shouldnt ppl be glad and happy once their exams are over?
I guess i'm going through post-traumatic disorder or something. Gahhs.
And You, uh huh, You. What's ur problem seriously. All these things you are doing, whether on purpose or not, It's driving me crazy. Please, just stop. I'm sick and tired of all these.
I wanna go to an empty beach and scream my lungs out.
There are too many things bottled inside me.
I'm suffocating to death.
& I look up at the stars,
wondering what my purpose on Earth is.