we were sad cos no more congee but now it's even better cos can carpool so weird! that we live in the same house and they live a street away 3.30 am and work tomorrow at 7 hehehee goig gong gong
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.