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| God is so good yknow. i will never fully understand how much He loves me. but He really loves me. He really does. this miracle, that tiny one-liner email? i'm going to keep it forever. | | |
| in the prettiest, quaintest city called sevilla now. we're staying in a gorgeous sixteenthcentury apartment, daddy had the roughest time trying to find this place- our gps called thomasina proved ineffective once again. had been in the city of lisbon, portugal, the past few days, it was full of character, i loved it so much. the only thing that rattled me were the cobbled streets, they're so lovely but they hurt my ankles like crazycrazy. i'm wearing my ankleguard all the time. sevilla's streets are cobbled too. visiting my dearlymissed auntienora tomorrow! and missing everyone in singapore a lot. so glad xuan is back, i seriously thought she died on that volcano. keep me updated with emails darlings, i'm craving any sort of news from sunny singapore. and craving hokkien mee too. | | |
| hola! arrived in madrid today, i'm missing barcelona already. it's freezing here, daddy's tired from the seven hour long road trip we took, my sister's coming down with the flu, and mummy and i are resting from making dinner. wondering how come this part of the city is full of angrylooking old people, wondering how come the doorknobs here are in the middle of the doors instead of at the side, wondering why people here understand chinese but not english, wondering why i am thinking of singapore so much even though i'm in such a beautiful country. | | |
| ride a rusty bicycle in tokyo, start the scrap book i've been wanting to do for a while, go to the night safari and see glowing eyes, pluck a dandelion and blow, save money, walk along the river in england with my favourite (and dearly missed) reticent wombat, spend a whole day reading a really comforting classic, bungeejump again (heart in my throat!), find a new music love to play infinitely in my ears (any suggestions?), get a tattoo, lie upside down on a hill (it's totally my favourite pastime), bring heartsmiler to the secret wheat field, have a pet cat (i'd name it George the Cat), fall asleep in a field, go to afghanistan, write a song and get jeremy to create the melody, receive snail mail, do a perfect spike, visit my grandparents in penang and eat the amazing, amazing food there, start craftwork again (headbands ohh), get my polaroid, watch a play, watch a musical, watch a (good) film, see a cloudless sky.
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