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Lucy
I remember when we first met.
It was at the hospital. You were wrapped in blue, so I thought you must be a boy.
For three years after that it was just the two of us. Two little blonde girls. "Are they twins?" people asked.  I don't remember much of those days, but I'm sure we were happy.
Then, finally, we grew up. We worked out that we were supposed to hate each other. My hair became darker and yours became lighter. Now you're loud and brash and I'm quiet and careful, and no one thinks we are twins anymore.
Molly
You're poised on the verge of growing

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The women in my familyThe women in my family have an unhealthy relationship with food.
Take my mother. She earned a diploma in hotel catering before she married. After that she was a housewife for sixteen years, during which time she acted as all-purpose chef and baker. Now she's a nutritionist, with a degree and everything.
Half her life has been spent feeding others, but she never feeds herself. A coffee in the morning and dinner, that's all she eats. And just look at her usual dinners. A plate of mushrooms, a peanut butter sandwich. Sometimes, if she's feeling hungry, roast kumara.
She doesn't often feel hungry. &nbs The women in my family
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My siblingsLucy
I remember when we first met.
It was at the hospital. You were wrapped in blue, so I thought you must be a boy.
For three years after that it was just the two of us. Two little blonde girls. "Are they twins?" people asked.  I don't remember much of those days, but I'm sure we were happy.
Then, finally, we grew up. We worked out that we were supposed to hate each other. My hair became darker and yours became lighter. Now you're loud and brash and I'm quiet and careful, and no one thinks we are twins anymore.
Molly
You're poised on the verge of growing My siblings
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WinterWinter here is nothing like I have experienced.

Back home, winter means a sweatshirt. Winter means it gets darker in the mornings. Winter means I drag out that old white radiator from the cupboard and turn it on for a few hours in the evenings; and maybe, I accidentally leave it on all night and in the morning I am woken by my mother yelling about power bills, and I have slept terribly because the air in my room is stifling hot.
That's all that winter means, where I come from. But in this new city, near the bottom of the world, winter expands to fill my life. It is not an inconvenience; it is a malevolent presence t Winter
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Anzac DayIt is midnight, and this means it is now the 25th of April. Anzac Day.

Although normally Anzac Day would be a solemn commemoration of Australian and New Zealand lives lost in wartime, tonight Jess is at a party. Sam has found fireworks, and she is sure this will end badly. "I'll watch from the door," she says.
"We can use my lighter," Andrew says. "But it's my favourite, so don't break it, eh Sam?"
Sam just grins at him, running a hand through his hair. "Mate, how on earth would I break your lighter by lighting a firework?"
There's some milling around while Chris argues with Sam about the b Anzac Day
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I am not carrying anythingI am not carrying anything!
Look -       the grass is cluttered in       the things I left behind:
small dreams
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leaves and leaves
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twenty tries
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  laugh,
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everything clean that looked like from the bottom of my shoe,
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Birthday

Tue Nov 3, 2009, 10:05 AM

Mood: Neutral
Reading: Charlotte Gray by Sebastian Faulks

I turned 20 yesterday, which is hideously weird and wrong.

I had a macroeconomics exam and the man who was my school principal in primary school died of cancer. My third-down sister has been asked to be the school representative at the funeral because of our family's long association with the school.

The Facebook messages and texts were plentiful.

One of the nice things was that my grandfather sent me a poem:

A young lady student of Law
Had read cases and torts by the score;
But now – it's reported – her brain's so distorted
She finds it too much of a bore

The whole day really made me miss my family. Especially receiving cards from my Mum and sisters. My youngest sister wrote, "I cannot beleive you a 20". Yeah, I can't either.

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Current Residence: A flat with three other students.
Interests: I like reading. :)
Favourite movie: Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Favourite band or musician: Sufjan Stevens, The Shins, Damien Rice, Ben Folds, Josh Rouse, Ryan Adams, etc...
Favourite genre of music: Male singer-songwriters with guitars or pianos.
Favourite poet or writer: I tend to say Oscar Wilde when asked this question, but he's not the only one.
MP3 player of choice: My blue iPod 3rd gen nano, Thaddeus (predeceased by Rod, a blue 2nd gen nano, and Todd, a pink mini)
Personal Quote: "One should always be a little improbable." - Oscar Wilde
Tools of the Trade: Imagination.

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~I-am-notpermanent Nov 8, 2009, 8:38:08 PM

You're back!

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*choumie Nov 5, 2009, 11:08:54 PM

Thanks for the

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*choumie Oct 23, 2009, 1:05:35 PM

Thank you for my Princess and the pea

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~parentheses Oct 23, 2009, 4:01:11 PM

You're welcome. I thought it was really cute.

*IrrevocableFate Oct 1, 2009, 8:50:15 PM

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*moonloon Sep 29, 2009, 5:06:57 PM

thanks for the favorite and comment!

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~KiwisUnite Apr 16, 2009, 7:00:04 PM

Hey I saw that you were from New Zealand, so I just thought I would pimp out this club to you - [link]
You should stop by

~shinghand Feb 19, 2009, 2:12:58 AM

Your style is captivating, and really pulls one into the story.

I could spend hours here!

~parentheses Feb 26, 2009, 2:30:45 PM

I really appreciate your lovely comments, and the favourite/watch. I feel terrible for not being active on dA anymore; maybe I will try to make a return? I will certainly have a look at your own work... although not now, I have a microeconomics lecture to get to.