Sunday, December 16, 2007
My first week back home has come to an end (I'm in Beijing by the way), and everything is going well, exhausting but I can handle it! Weather here is still bearable, it hasn't come to the serious winter days yet.
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Oh by the way, I'm into Melbourne University. To God be the Glory! The score was way out of my expectation considering the crappy results I received in Term 2. Anyhows, I am satisfied.
I thank God not only for these results, but also for 2007. The most amazing year thus far.
I thank God for the people (friends and teachers) who were there with me this whole year. Putting a smile on my face when the going gets tough, and sharing a smile with me when good times come.
I thank God for new found friends. Getting to know more amazing, inspiring people.
I thank God for the ever-so-supporting parents. They are the most precious, and awesome people in my life.
I thank God for every miracle He created this year.
I thank God for every event, good or bad. Because each of them taught me a lesson, and brought me closer back to Him
I thank God for Hosanna Church and Gina for bringing me there.
I thank God that I could still remain in contact with friends in Singapore whom I have not seen for a year.
In all, I thank God that I can't list down everything, and how much He has done for me this year because its countless!
PRAISE THE LORD, AND ALL THE GLORY AND HONOUR BE TO THE LORD ALMIGHTY.
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Weekends gave me a break from modelling classes (which is absolutely exhausting. I just managed to recover from the aching.) And I end up shopping for shoes for my class. For the first time ever, EVER, I am going for those with the highest heels (8-10cm). With that, I hit about 2m. But, there isnt my size, DANG! So I had to make do with a pair of heels of about 6cm.
Anyhows, I feel like toppling over while wearing those killer heels. I mean, my centre of gravity is THIS FAR *stretches out arms* off the ground. When I stood beside my mum, she feels like I am floating beside her. -__- (I am not that light. I am "overweight" as compared to people in my class)
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The only argument my mum has for me when I want to look older/matured.
Me: Mum, I want to curl my hair
Mum: No. Straight hair is better, you look younger.
Me: Mum, I am not a kid anymore.
Mum: Ya, but you are still underage.
*slaps head*
One big reason why turning SEVENTEEN is U-S-E-L-E-S-S.
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For the next two months, allow me to indulge in the luxury of a mother's touch which has been in absence for the past 10 months.
Photos are up on Facebook. If you don't have facebook,
GET ONE! *evil smile*