my heart's too fast for my feet
Hello, my name is Grace, and in about ten years or so you'll be buying my premortem biographies where they'll be flying off the shelves like Harry Potter on a Summoning Charm spree. Just kidding.

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  • Bootie/ brogue/ strappy heels

  • A big fat brown tote

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    240/ The Train We Missed
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    It well may be/ that we will never meet again in this lifetime/ so let me say before we part/ so much of me is made from what I learnt from you/ you'll be with me like a handprint on my heart/ and now whatever way our stories end/ I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend.

    -For Good, Wicked, Jennifer Paz ft. Lea Salonga

    So good, so true.

    Just came back from Chiangmai, been surfing the Net and didn't realize it's almost midnight already, and I need to do a lot of packing tomorrow. 2 days left in Thailand. Wowwww!

    A little poem I wrote:
    With every bath
    the smell of you is washed away
    And I feel
    not clean- but dirty, unbaptised,
    as if water
    could wash away memories.

    An ode to the glorious, glorious Panya. ♥