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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Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Sickness and Josh.

I woke up this morning with the heaviness I knew was an oncoming flu. Was probably well enough to go to school, but it was either one day out, resting, or one (possibly two) days at home with a fever, unable to sleep well or study or anything. I chose the first, obviously because its the most bearable.

Am now consuming tons of liquids.


Just watched I not stupid (overdue from the library, as always), and found myself reminiscing about Primary School days, and this Joshua Ang imposter from ACS(B), that would message my friends, basically talking about himself. I was a fan-in-denial, being the tomboyish feminist female-appeal-hating person I was. But yeah, I was a fan. (Still remember the opening of Home Run, when all the girls were screaming when Josh came in person, and I was yelling for them to shut up. Well, I was squealing away inside.)

Now I'm just wondering how much female appeal he has since he's bald. Lol. I wonder how ANY of my friends will look like after the NS hairstyling.


Shall sleep now. Night night.

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