Whether it's in the right way or sometimes in the wrong way, you learn about life and it's lessons.
- Amelie Mauresmo
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
--AW!
I saw this, and I just HAD to post it here, cause Amelie's such a sweetie.
Tennis Inspirations: "I liked, I watched Yannick Noah. That's why I started to play tennis. And then, while I was a little bit older I think I liked to watch Sabatini and Graf. This period was a good inspiration for me."
Hobbies/Interests: "I like to ski. I like to surf. I like red wine [smiles]. I like many different things, you know, I like go-carts, horseback riding. I like to enjoy nice dinner with my friends and family. Card games with Sebastien Grosjean and Arnaud Clement. They can last for hours, in a really tense atmosphere. We tease each other a lot and we all try to cheat [laughs]. I enjoy playing Scrabble too."
Favorite Movies: "Not really a favorite movie. I'm not too much into a movie, sorry [laughs]."
Musical Tastes: "What do I listen to? Nelly Furtado, Robbie Williams, Dido, yeah those kinds."
Early Tennis Memory: "Well, to me, the image I have in mind is really Noah winning the French Open in '83. That's really what I think made me play tennis. And it's still what I have in my mind. Maybe because I saw it so many times after [smiles] — they show it all the time in France after. But that's the image. It's not me, it's someone else."
Pre-Match Feeling: "Well, sometimes you think about the game. Sometimes you're a little bit tight — you want to just let it out, so you just start to breathe or really get physically into it, so you can start to sweat a little bit and let it out."
Favorite Meal: "I like Indian food."
First Car: "Peugeot 106, green."
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: "Chocolate."
Greatest Career Moment: "Winning Wimbledon."
Most Painful Moment: "Probably at the French Open when I lost first round a few years ago (to Jana Kandarr in 2001)."
Worst Injury: "Was undoubtedly my knee at the end of 2002, because I didn't know if I could play again."
Closest Tennis Friends: "It's tough — all the French. I'm really good friends with all the French, guys and girls."
Funniest Player Encountered: "Arnaud Clement [laughs]."
Toughest Competitors: "Fiercest...I think probably the most competitive are maybe Justine and Maria."
Favorite Tournament: "Rome. Because I always spend terrific moments there. And I'm not even talking about the food [smiles]."
Embarrassing Tennis Memory: "No."
On Winning Her First Major in Melbourne: "I think the three main things in the game — tennis, physical and mental — all these three really came together here. When I went on the court I was ready for anything, for everything. I didn't know how it was going to go. I just knew I had to focus on my game and really try to have the emotional part of the moment really on the side, which I did very well. I knew exactly what I had to do walking out on the court against Justine. And overall I was pretty relaxed. So I think everything really came together for that first set. I was ready to die on the court. That's just the way I was coming out on the court."
The Best I Ever Felt On Court: "Probably I'd say the first set against Myskina in (2006) Wimbledon (a 6-1, 3-6, 6-3 quarterfinal win). Couldn't miss. The final of the (2006) Championship probably (defeated Henin 2-6, 6-3, 6-4). I have a few good examples. The first set in Australia against Henin was good too. I was controlling the game pretty well."
People Qualities Most Admired: "Generosity — that's the main thing. From the heart and everything."
She likes Stefi Graf, I'm named after Stefi Graf. She likes surfing, O'Reef is my sponsor. We both like red wine. I like go-karts too, but she likes horses and I think they smell. I love card games (Naz is a cheater!). She likes Dido, so do I. She likes Indian food, I'm Indian, dammit! Chocolate ice-cream is IT for both of us. More importantly. She answers questions like I do.
Oh, what the hell.
Let's just get married already. We'll compromise on the horses.
Tennis Inspirations: "I liked, I watched Yannick Noah. That's why I started to play tennis. And then, while I was a little bit older I think I liked to watch Sabatini and Graf. This period was a good inspiration for me."
Hobbies/Interests: "I like to ski. I like to surf. I like red wine [smiles]. I like many different things, you know, I like go-carts, horseback riding. I like to enjoy nice dinner with my friends and family. Card games with Sebastien Grosjean and Arnaud Clement. They can last for hours, in a really tense atmosphere. We tease each other a lot and we all try to cheat [laughs]. I enjoy playing Scrabble too."
Favorite Movies: "Not really a favorite movie. I'm not too much into a movie, sorry [laughs]."
Musical Tastes: "What do I listen to? Nelly Furtado, Robbie Williams, Dido, yeah those kinds."
Early Tennis Memory: "Well, to me, the image I have in mind is really Noah winning the French Open in '83. That's really what I think made me play tennis. And it's still what I have in my mind. Maybe because I saw it so many times after [smiles] — they show it all the time in France after. But that's the image. It's not me, it's someone else."
Pre-Match Feeling: "Well, sometimes you think about the game. Sometimes you're a little bit tight — you want to just let it out, so you just start to breathe or really get physically into it, so you can start to sweat a little bit and let it out."
Favorite Meal: "I like Indian food."
First Car: "Peugeot 106, green."
Favorite Ice Cream Flavor: "Chocolate."
Greatest Career Moment: "Winning Wimbledon."
Most Painful Moment: "Probably at the French Open when I lost first round a few years ago (to Jana Kandarr in 2001)."
Worst Injury: "Was undoubtedly my knee at the end of 2002, because I didn't know if I could play again."
Closest Tennis Friends: "It's tough — all the French. I'm really good friends with all the French, guys and girls."
Funniest Player Encountered: "Arnaud Clement [laughs]."
Toughest Competitors: "Fiercest...I think probably the most competitive are maybe Justine and Maria."
Favorite Tournament: "Rome. Because I always spend terrific moments there. And I'm not even talking about the food [smiles]."
Embarrassing Tennis Memory: "No."
On Winning Her First Major in Melbourne: "I think the three main things in the game — tennis, physical and mental — all these three really came together here. When I went on the court I was ready for anything, for everything. I didn't know how it was going to go. I just knew I had to focus on my game and really try to have the emotional part of the moment really on the side, which I did very well. I knew exactly what I had to do walking out on the court against Justine. And overall I was pretty relaxed. So I think everything really came together for that first set. I was ready to die on the court. That's just the way I was coming out on the court."
The Best I Ever Felt On Court: "Probably I'd say the first set against Myskina in (2006) Wimbledon (a 6-1, 3-6, 6-3 quarterfinal win). Couldn't miss. The final of the (2006) Championship probably (defeated Henin 2-6, 6-3, 6-4). I have a few good examples. The first set in Australia against Henin was good too. I was controlling the game pretty well."
People Qualities Most Admired: "Generosity — that's the main thing. From the heart and everything."
She likes Stefi Graf, I'm named after Stefi Graf. She likes surfing, O'Reef is my sponsor. We both like red wine. I like go-karts too, but she likes horses and I think they smell. I love card games (Naz is a cheater!). She likes Dido, so do I. She likes Indian food, I'm Indian, dammit! Chocolate ice-cream is IT for both of us. More importantly. She answers questions like I do.
Oh, what the hell.
Let's just get married already. We'll compromise on the horses.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
.so...
I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Pictures to come after I steal 'em off Cathy's blog, and Alex's blog as well.
Lots of LOOOOVE,
Steph.
Lots of LOOOOVE,
Steph.
Monday, July 21, 2008
another one.
Ninny,
The last 4 months, I've been a constant emotional wreck and seriously, how the fuck did you put up with my shit? I whined like nobody's ass business and yakked on how crappy I felt and how much I want to go out, face the world, and shoot everyone dead- except you cause' I won't be so lonely after killing the universe. Thinking back, not everyone'd listen to me go on about how horrible my day was or how bullshit God treated me or even how my hair sucked. Oh, I still owe you a birthday present because Ferrero Roche is fucking cliched and cheap! God. I could've gone for Guylians but the stupid pharmacies don't stock em'. You haven't missed much, last week was utterly boring. Something like Low's hair. Thinking about it is like social suicide ._.
Oh, did I tell you my room was hot pink? Totally supporting the woman with abs here. And it's not everyday I don't go anti-gay on your outrageously hairy ass. Bananamuffin. You're coming back the week before exams! I'll be in total nerd mode then, haha. You always choose the best times to annoy me headless.
missing your hairy ass,
bunwoman. (:
P/S: Helen, hahahaha someone has got to kick her butt back here!
The last 4 months, I've been a constant emotional wreck and seriously, how the fuck did you put up with my shit? I whined like nobody's ass business and yakked on how crappy I felt and how much I want to go out, face the world, and shoot everyone dead- except you cause' I won't be so lonely after killing the universe. Thinking back, not everyone'd listen to me go on about how horrible my day was or how bullshit God treated me or even how my hair sucked. Oh, I still owe you a birthday present because Ferrero Roche is fucking cliched and cheap! God. I could've gone for Guylians but the stupid pharmacies don't stock em'. You haven't missed much, last week was utterly boring. Something like Low's hair. Thinking about it is like social suicide ._.
Oh, did I tell you my room was hot pink? Totally supporting the woman with abs here. And it's not everyday I don't go anti-gay on your outrageously hairy ass. Bananamuffin. You're coming back the week before exams! I'll be in total nerd mode then, haha. You always choose the best times to annoy me headless.
missing your hairy ass,
bunwoman. (:
P/S: Helen, hahahaha someone has got to kick her butt back here!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
.babes.
Steffie-Jo,
So. I think Vivien said it all. About bloody time you came back, Steph, I've no one to wave to when I pass 4G on the way to the loo. ;) And you'd better not forget that romance novel.
Anyway, we've all been moping around as if you were dead. My mom gave your mom a ring and the two of them emo-ed about "letting go" even though I'm not gone yet. Haha. Then we took over four cheese tarts to compensate for your absence. I bet they're about as communicative as you normally are, haha. Anyhow, rest assured that you won't be leaving the country again for a while. Even Valsala got jealous when we (me and Sarah) told her you were in Sydney to stop her kicking your ass. Lucky bitch, you owe us.
(You owe me for something else, too, dammit, but I've forgotten what. Don't you worry, I'll remember.)
Anyway, i heard you've been missing the food. Apparently Australia's lacking in spice, huh? Don't worry, I'm enjoying it for you, albeit limitedly - my allergies don't allow for seafood.
Come back quick. Bring me back something Scottish, will you? A lock of Katie's hair -- okay, never mind, that would just be weird - a miniature flag will do. Or a ball of fluff off a Scottish hoodie. If you find Roger, now, THEN you bring back a lock of hair. But only then.
I think of Amelie every day, if that makes you happy.
Love ya lads.
OOps.
Love ya lOads, I mean.
Lads, too. Viva Scotland.
Or Alba, in Gaelic.
Anyway.
Bye.
So. I think Vivien said it all. About bloody time you came back, Steph, I've no one to wave to when I pass 4G on the way to the loo. ;) And you'd better not forget that romance novel.
Anyway, we've all been moping around as if you were dead. My mom gave your mom a ring and the two of them emo-ed about "letting go" even though I'm not gone yet. Haha. Then we took over four cheese tarts to compensate for your absence. I bet they're about as communicative as you normally are, haha. Anyhow, rest assured that you won't be leaving the country again for a while. Even Valsala got jealous when we (me and Sarah) told her you were in Sydney to stop her kicking your ass. Lucky bitch, you owe us.
(You owe me for something else, too, dammit, but I've forgotten what. Don't you worry, I'll remember.)
Anyway, i heard you've been missing the food. Apparently Australia's lacking in spice, huh? Don't worry, I'm enjoying it for you, albeit limitedly - my allergies don't allow for seafood.
Come back quick. Bring me back something Scottish, will you? A lock of Katie's hair -- okay, never mind, that would just be weird - a miniature flag will do. Or a ball of fluff off a Scottish hoodie. If you find Roger, now, THEN you bring back a lock of hair. But only then.
I think of Amelie every day, if that makes you happy.
Love ya lads.
OOps.
Love ya lOads, I mean.
Lads, too. Viva Scotland.
Or Alba, in Gaelic.
Anyway.
Bye.
Friday, July 18, 2008
the bimbo writes, like ohmahgawd :O :O
Dear Ninny,
You know how much it sucks to actually tell you how much WE miss you and it's only a week!! Sheesh. Talk about PDA. We're all dyinggggg (not literally cause' that'd be too melodramatic and adds more to my bimboness.) to hear about your crazy antics over the Land Down Under. Oops, I meant the under the Land Down Under. Lame pun was soo not intended :) . Besides that, I'm sure you've read Sarah's letter just as you stepped foot in the plane (I'm guessing you foamed at the mouth & read it on the way to the airport.) and yes, do come back alive so I can beat you up about not bringing me to Aussie with you! Stupid bitch. SEE, now I have to hold a grudge against you which is like, so totally not my style- peace and luvvv♥♥♥ all the way, baby ;D
Also, do come back with all your bones together because casts were so last season. Sigh. The things I do to make sure you don't get a warning from the fashion police. Oh oh, get me a bikini from Roxy because things there are so bloody cheapo! Hee. Anyways, I hope you're doing fine there. Bet you're having fun, partying with random hotties with blue eyes and washboard abs ey. Take pictures! Lots of pictures!! I've got a lot more to say but maybe I'll save that for next week.
love you lots, don't drink too much!
-bunwomanlovesyou! ;)
You know how much it sucks to actually tell you how much WE miss you and it's only a week!! Sheesh. Talk about PDA. We're all dyinggggg (not literally cause' that'd be too melodramatic and adds more to my bimboness.) to hear about your crazy antics over the Land Down Under. Oops, I meant the under the Land Down Under. Lame pun was soo not intended :) . Besides that, I'm sure you've read Sarah's letter just as you stepped foot in the plane (I'm guessing you foamed at the mouth & read it on the way to the airport.) and yes, do come back alive so I can beat you up about not bringing me to Aussie with you! Stupid bitch. SEE, now I have to hold a grudge against you which is like, so totally not my style- peace and luvvv♥♥♥ all the way, baby ;D
Also, do come back with all your bones together because casts were so last season. Sigh. The things I do to make sure you don't get a warning from the fashion police. Oh oh, get me a bikini from Roxy because things there are so bloody cheapo! Hee. Anyways, I hope you're doing fine there. Bet you're having fun, partying with random hotties with blue eyes and washboard abs ey. Take pictures! Lots of pictures!! I've got a lot more to say but maybe I'll save that for next week.
love you lots, don't drink too much!
-bunwomanlovesyou! ;)
-she would NEVER imagined..
..that her Momma still remembers her password and all that.
that is why, Steph- I officially appoint myself as the woman with the best memory power in the history of.. (god)mothers (?) in this world.
Okay. I shall get down to writing- this time, with or withOUT her permission, I know that she'd be happy I wrote in (yes, and don't you dare say otherwise or I'll kill Cadbury first :P).
Dear Steph,
I believe that you DO know in your one week absence (one more to go, argh), we missed you (and will be missing MORE of you) and we're looking forward to your return from the Land Down Under (with gifts?:P). I missed your company - the text messages, the late-night calls and gossips - did I say, gossips? I mean, talks. Yes, good mother-daughter (ahem?) talks about people in general. Eheheh.
I miss the times when we just talk and talk and talk and rant nonstop; you with your stories on how much you love Ms.Mauresmo and everything else under YOUR sun, while I with mine. I miss those moments when you were in Form1 and I in Form5. How time flies- now you guys are all grown up.
And I'm growing old.
Shit, this is turning morbid. Haha.
Anyway, I just thought of leaving you a post (and what's with the essay on GODMA- i thought we're supposed to put a gayboy inside?) so when you're online in Aussie, or when you're back- you'd know that you have people missing you here.
le falto mucho, mi hija (:
that is why, Steph- I officially appoint myself as the woman with the best memory power in the history of.. (god)mothers (?) in this world.
Okay. I shall get down to writing- this time, with or withOUT her permission, I know that she'd be happy I wrote in (yes, and don't you dare say otherwise or I'll kill Cadbury first :P).
Dear Steph,
I believe that you DO know in your one week absence (one more to go, argh), we missed you (and will be missing MORE of you) and we're looking forward to your return from the Land Down Under (with gifts?:P). I missed your company - the text messages, the late-night calls and gossips - did I say, gossips? I mean, talks. Yes, good mother-daughter (ahem?) talks about people in general. Eheheh.
I miss the times when we just talk and talk and talk and rant nonstop; you with your stories on how much you love Ms.Mauresmo and everything else under YOUR sun, while I with mine. I miss those moments when you were in Form1 and I in Form5. How time flies- now you guys are all grown up.
And I'm growing old.
Shit, this is turning morbid. Haha.
Anyway, I just thought of leaving you a post (and what's with the essay on GODMA- i thought we're supposed to put a gayboy inside?) so when you're online in Aussie, or when you're back- you'd know that you have people missing you here.
le falto mucho, mi hija (:
Saturday, July 12, 2008
.Epic Essay.
Okay. So as you all probably already know, Stephanie leaving for Australia today - in approximately 5 hours and 7minutes - and she's left Vivien and I - the usual people - the great task of updating her blog which we will probably do more often than she herself does, but never mind that.
Anyway. An essay she wrote, to start off the posts while she's away. So in English class or whatever she was given these topics to write about, and, typically, she decided she'd write the most explicit essay possible, in TEN paragraphs, one for each of ALL ten topics, which were:
1. I could not believe my eyes!...
2. Suddenly the lights went out..
3. Holiday I did not enjoy
4. Narrow escape
5. Quarrel between friends
6. A boy who lied and suffered
7. A time I got into trouble
8. Mother's sacrifice
9. Most embarassing moment
10. ...It was the happiest day of my life.
...enjoy!
Steph’s Essay:
I could not believe my eyes! It was Amelie Mauresmo, standing in front of me, in a potato sack. My jaw dropped open. Holy fuck on a stick, screw the Pope. I never expected my wildest dreams to come true, especially not like this. It was just NOT fair for me to be paralyzed with the half-naked woman of my dreams standing in front of me.
Suddenly the lights went out. I gritted my teeth (suddenly unparalyzed – a miracle) and yelled out a stream of swearwords, cursing God, the Pope, and Sarah. Amelie was enveloped in darkness, and I could not see her. What the fuck was wrong with God? I hope Sarah never gets to orgasm, I muttered to myself.
Screw this assholic hospital, I thought. If it weren’t for that holiday gone wrong, I wouldn’t even be here in the first place. During the holiday I did not enjoy, not only was I forced to watch my parents’ sexual orgy (complete with lubricant), but I fell off my skateboard while trying to escape from having sex with a fat, moustached woman.
It was a narrow escape for me, as I didn’t have to have sex with the woman who called herself Godma, since I had broken my backbone when I fell off my skateboard. Fuck that bloody fats for not cushioning my fall. It was the least she could do for trying to rape me. I ended up in the hospital after that. Shit, a narrow escape, indeed.
At the hospital, the first person to come and visit me was Amali. He had a bright red lovebite on his neck, and he told me that Arif decided to go out with him. “There’s no way he’ll date a faggot!” I said, laughing. Amali got offended and we had a huge quarrel over Arif and who he would rather date. Stupid faggot who fucks in the ass.
As it turned out, Arif was the next person to show up at the hospital. The moment he saw Amali, Arif looked like he wanted to throw his disgusting old Converse at the faggot. I stared at them both before saying, “Ayip, y’know, Amali said you were together.” With a growl, Arif grabbed the fag and threw him out of the window, happily. Bye, liar.
Just then, Godma stormed into the room and grabbed Amelie Mauresmo by the hair (standing on her toes.) “Holy mother of shit!” I yelled. “ I hope Sarah gets diarrhea! Let her go, you fat… uh, shemale!” Godma raised her mighty hand, dropped Amelie, and started towards my bed. “You wouldn’t hit a cripple, would you?” I begged, sweat beading under my arms. Godma smiled. “You are in SO much trouble…”
Godma strode towards me, mighty hand raised. I started saying my prayers, apologizing for cursing God and the Pope. I don’t care about Sarah. That very second, my mother burst into the room. I noticed the horns sprouting out of her head. Shit, it wasn’t my mom. It was Pn. Tan, the demon herself. She ran to Godma, distracting her as they made out. “You two deserve each other!” Amelie yelled.
“Shut up!” I told Amelie. “Do you want them to hear you?” Amelie shook her head and extended her muscular arms to me with a smile. “Come on, cripple.” I hopped into her arms, then noticed the look of horror on her face. “What is THAT?” she asked. I glanced downward and blushed. “Uhm. Rainbow underwear. Support gay youth and all,” I said, pulling my board shorts higher. I was so embarrassed!
Amelie rolled her eyes. “You’re so lame,” she said, helping me to the elevator to make our escape. “So I’ve been told,” I replied, hobbling over to Amelie’s silver Porsche Cayenne, my arm around her waist (score!). “But you know what?” Amelie asked. “I love you anyway. Ever since you threw that frozen chicken at me…” We kissed. It was the happiest day of my life… Wait. What frozen chicken?
;)
Miss ya already, Steph!
Helen
Anyway. An essay she wrote, to start off the posts while she's away. So in English class or whatever she was given these topics to write about, and, typically, she decided she'd write the most explicit essay possible, in TEN paragraphs, one for each of ALL ten topics, which were:
1. I could not believe my eyes!...
2. Suddenly the lights went out..
3. Holiday I did not enjoy
4. Narrow escape
5. Quarrel between friends
6. A boy who lied and suffered
7. A time I got into trouble
8. Mother's sacrifice
9. Most embarassing moment
10. ...It was the happiest day of my life.
...enjoy!
Steph’s Essay:
I could not believe my eyes! It was Amelie Mauresmo, standing in front of me, in a potato sack. My jaw dropped open. Holy fuck on a stick, screw the Pope. I never expected my wildest dreams to come true, especially not like this. It was just NOT fair for me to be paralyzed with the half-naked woman of my dreams standing in front of me.
Suddenly the lights went out. I gritted my teeth (suddenly unparalyzed – a miracle) and yelled out a stream of swearwords, cursing God, the Pope, and Sarah. Amelie was enveloped in darkness, and I could not see her. What the fuck was wrong with God? I hope Sarah never gets to orgasm, I muttered to myself.
Screw this assholic hospital, I thought. If it weren’t for that holiday gone wrong, I wouldn’t even be here in the first place. During the holiday I did not enjoy, not only was I forced to watch my parents’ sexual orgy (complete with lubricant), but I fell off my skateboard while trying to escape from having sex with a fat, moustached woman.
It was a narrow escape for me, as I didn’t have to have sex with the woman who called herself Godma, since I had broken my backbone when I fell off my skateboard. Fuck that bloody fats for not cushioning my fall. It was the least she could do for trying to rape me. I ended up in the hospital after that. Shit, a narrow escape, indeed.
At the hospital, the first person to come and visit me was Amali. He had a bright red lovebite on his neck, and he told me that Arif decided to go out with him. “There’s no way he’ll date a faggot!” I said, laughing. Amali got offended and we had a huge quarrel over Arif and who he would rather date. Stupid faggot who fucks in the ass.
As it turned out, Arif was the next person to show up at the hospital. The moment he saw Amali, Arif looked like he wanted to throw his disgusting old Converse at the faggot. I stared at them both before saying, “Ayip, y’know, Amali said you were together.” With a growl, Arif grabbed the fag and threw him out of the window, happily. Bye, liar.
Just then, Godma stormed into the room and grabbed Amelie Mauresmo by the hair (standing on her toes.) “Holy mother of shit!” I yelled. “ I hope Sarah gets diarrhea! Let her go, you fat… uh, shemale!” Godma raised her mighty hand, dropped Amelie, and started towards my bed. “You wouldn’t hit a cripple, would you?” I begged, sweat beading under my arms. Godma smiled. “You are in SO much trouble…”
Godma strode towards me, mighty hand raised. I started saying my prayers, apologizing for cursing God and the Pope. I don’t care about Sarah. That very second, my mother burst into the room. I noticed the horns sprouting out of her head. Shit, it wasn’t my mom. It was Pn. Tan, the demon herself. She ran to Godma, distracting her as they made out. “You two deserve each other!” Amelie yelled.
“Shut up!” I told Amelie. “Do you want them to hear you?” Amelie shook her head and extended her muscular arms to me with a smile. “Come on, cripple.” I hopped into her arms, then noticed the look of horror on her face. “What is THAT?” she asked. I glanced downward and blushed. “Uhm. Rainbow underwear. Support gay youth and all,” I said, pulling my board shorts higher. I was so embarrassed!
Amelie rolled her eyes. “You’re so lame,” she said, helping me to the elevator to make our escape. “So I’ve been told,” I replied, hobbling over to Amelie’s silver Porsche Cayenne, my arm around her waist (score!). “But you know what?” Amelie asked. “I love you anyway. Ever since you threw that frozen chicken at me…” We kissed. It was the happiest day of my life… Wait. What frozen chicken?
;)
Miss ya already, Steph!
Helen
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