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, 10 September 2007

Fine I'm back again.

Tomorrow's my last prelim LITERATURE paper, which is on Joy Luck Club. Most would probably think that I'm very confident. But get this.

I have never done a marked essay on Joy Luck Club before.

No one in my school has, I think. Argh.

After a horrendour EMATHS paper, I pampered myself with a clean colour marker, a new pen (curse the pen-a-holic in me), and, get this, a Physics yearly TYS. That's the Olevel syndrome in me. I feel satisfaction from buying more work. '

Time for me to leave, methinks.

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