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Lee Xin Hui; 95-liner.
I wish I have more
to tell you.
I really do.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013, 5:21 PM
Everything was a laugh


"Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells ... and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower ... both strange and familiar."
- Mortimer ; Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

Too lazy to do a proper post , picture post instead (:


CCA carnival @CCHY with dancers <3


CNY celebration in school with awesome 1218 darlings !


Happy CNY from me @ 12am !

Bainian with the gang  
 Okay bye !