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, 22 May 2007
Stressed AND high?!

AH. I am so sorry about the mean tag.

I'm just so grumpy nowadays. Its like being at a loss, and I'm just frantically trying to find a way to get out of this dark abyss I seem to have entered lately. Everything is so scary. Prelims are less than 3 months away, and the reality of DSA hit me so hard, I think I've lost some parts of myself. Jokes aren't as funny anymore.


Somehow, at this point, I don't seem to find that connection to SCGS anymore, and Clar is desperately holding on to SC. I mean, I love the merchandise, its absolutely adorable. But I can't wait to get out of here. Especially choir. I will not be in another choir, despite popular belief. Music is to be enjoyed, not to cause sever stress and competition. I say - its not right. Find something else to manipulate, why don't you?

I've got to find something to rely on. Relying on the same old people only discourage me, but I should know that my life is more than this. I should know this. So why is it annoying me?

Trampolines are love.


But Olevels are not. Kill chinese. RAWR.

But I'll have to admit, I love my Physics test marks. But it pisses me off that I didn't study. Can you imagine what I could have gotten if I did?!

STUDY LIANG. MUG MUG MUG MUG MUG RAAAAWWWWRR




damn. I have become incoherent.

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