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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Sunday, 12 August 2007
home's anywhere you are too

Listening: Forgive Me - Missy Higgins


Note to self for future reference - don't sit on the sunny side of the bus for an hour and half trip back home after a full meal at KFC. Once I got off the bus, I got what felt like a mixture of heat stroke and motion sickness, complete with headache and lunch rising to my throat. Not pleasant...

But after a few webcomics, I felt a bit better. Considering holding a vendetta against chesse. Everytime I consume cheese nowadays, I feel really sick. Gah.

Lunch was fun though, Deevee and I were singing in KFC itself, then started talking about Choon's schizophrenia, leaving poor Karrington confused and embarrased at our appalling behaviour. heehee.

Ok, I'm going to shower, then do a couple of maths papers, then perhaps read History. Wish me all the best, yeahs?

I shall leave you with something silly, and something emo.


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Spider Pig, Spider Pig,
can do whatever a Spider Pig does.
Can he swing from a web?
No he can't, he's just a pig.
yeah... Its Spider Pig!




And I was on shaky land.
Lost and unsure, I opened my hand
and she held it like sinking sand.
All, all, all of my light is for you.
And home, home's anywhere you are too.
So take this one fallen man on his knees,
saying "please, Forgive Me."

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