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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Friday, 25 May 2007
Prom

I've got a date for prom! He is ravishing, handsome, and sweeps girls off their feet. Tall and lean, he is a wonderful dancer and is the perfect gentlemen. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes, a deep voice that bubbles from his defined chest, and a smile that makes girls swoon. His six-pack will be hidden under his crisp white collared shirt, and is arms are just taut enough for me to sling my hands around them...








OK. This is getting really gross. (GAG. GAG. GAG.)
Hahaha. Sorry, I know that's really creepy. No, its not true, I did not get a prince charming date for prom.

But, I did get a date.

Haha. Only a few people know who my date is. Only two of them comes to this blog, so MONICA AND CARINE. SHH. QUIET.



I can't believe I wrote all that. I must wash my fingers from typing such rubbish. ARGH. Gross.

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