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Evelyn
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.
Jeux d'enfants
No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Samuel Beckett
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2006
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December
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- *272 - hiphopblingbling
- *271 - we are piggy
- *270 - sparkly bra
- *269 - awards
- *268 - the KL trip
- *267 - Christmas ballet
- *266 - i'm off!
- *265 - primary ONE class gathering
- *264 - gourmet network
- *263 - a summary
- *262 - cornell decision
- *261 - not fun meh?
- *260 - ballet gang
- *259 - "zhang pang le"
- *258 - occupational hazard
- *257 - the suspense is killing me!
- *256 - cooking lesson!
- *255 - papillon
- *254 - all that jazz
- *253 - somebody made my day
- *252 - we're trend setters,
- *251 - ramble ramble
- *250 - sepia toned loving
- *249 - prom pictures
- *248 - prom's over
- *247 - dye
- *246 - pigeons.
- *245 - back from bangkok!
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December
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