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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Saturday, 2 June 2007
s'a burr day

I feel burr. (REMEMBER: I pantented that.)

I've been sleeping like a log lately, and when I say log, I do mean wake up in the morning feeling as heavy as the world, and upon getting up, gets attacked by pangs of what seems to be a non-alcoholic hangover.

Usually, that means I've been dreaming. But I dream so much lately, I can hardly remember all of them.

Last night, there was Daniel and Choon Hiang......nope. Don't remember.


I love my new earrings. Black, round studs, small enough for school. Yay.



Oh, and a verbal (sort of) introduction to my new closest buddies.

Delilah: Most of you probably know who Delilah is. She is my not-so-new Black Ibanez TCY10 Talman Cutaway Acoustic-Electric. She's tough love, considering the work she did on my fingers. But we make beautiful music together. Everyone loves Delilah!

Earphones: I was thinking of naming her Sierra. (its a she!) Why? Cause I love the name! She is my BRAND-NEW Creative HN-505 Noise Cancelling Headphones. Again, Beautiful Music.

The Anti-Comformist: My BRAND-NEW (muahaha) Black A'zone Notebook. It doesn't have a gender, so forget about the name. Anti-conformist, because it celebrates individuality.



And they are ALL black. muahaha.

O materialistic self. Why have thoust fallen for such beautiful evils?

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