dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Monday, 7 May 2007
hell

Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead.


Usually people would ask me - so, hows your day?

Today, I asked myself. And I can't be sure, because the magnitude of events seem to be horribly large. God seems to be sending little angels into my school to cheer me up.

What is it that I am suppose to do?
What is it that I want?


Had a song stuck in my head. No question why.

I want you to know you make me happy,
I want you to know you make me sad.
I want you to know you make me happy,
you are the best thing that I ever had.





TAG REPLIES

RINE: NO. I am a social democrat! And don't worry, your hair looked good today. =)Haha. I'll be so lucky if I die at 106. I doubt so though.

mich: O.o I want wings on my chucks! That's it, I'm definitely painting my school shoes after sec 4. YAY EMO. and yes, slam poetry rocks. Oh, and the sister thing is cool! Happy Birthday Michelle's sister.

jieyang: I blame you.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light