dear delilah

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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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jieyang:) patricia monica michelle divinia ehui

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Monday, 16 July 2007

you could be my punk rock princess

Its almost sickening, how the hormones in school are working out with the thought of our MALE GUEST PERFORMERS. Yes, deny it. But I saw your faces when our choreographer was dancing (slack jaws, twinkling eyes, giggling - lots of giggling).

I think my friends think I'm too nice. To the point of spoiling people? (Ya. right.) Its quite disgusting, really, this pretentious act I've got. This double face I've cultivated. And it sucks, that only certain people see the other side, and they feel mistreated.

I have no such intention.

I'll stop there.

I love you Carine. I'm always crashing down upon you, but somehow, you pull me back up.

And to all those I care for most:

I never meant to cause you trouble,
I never meant to do you harm.
Oh, and if I ever caused you trouble,
know that I never meant to do you harm.

(They spun away from me...)

And Carine, NOTE: I did not say the 'M' WORD. HAH.

[cause we are pretentious]

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