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These violent delights have their violent ends
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    We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching. We might take it home, we might make out when nobody's there. It's not that we're scared. It's just that it's delicate.
    Every moment red letter
    Sunday, September 28, 2008, 3:31 PM
    (Green & Yellow :D)

    Saw this peom on the net.
    Edward
    http://hatzeh.deviantart.com/art/Edward-35894674
    edited by yours truly :D

    I think,
    At some point, everyone dreams of finding..
    An Edward.

    Someone whose name you call, or whisper.
    And he's right there waiting.
    Someone who hums a lullaby holds you close, as you drift off.
    Someone who seems to just glitter, in the sunlight.
    Whose eyes are often topaz, warm, and reassuring.
    Someone who takes you to dinner and ignores the pretty waitress.
    Someone who follows you watches you always.
    Secretly, just to be sure you're always okay.
    Someone romantic, yet has a good sense of humour.
    Someone ancient, yet young.
    Who'll save your life, no matter what.
    Who cries when you're injured.
    Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds, however impossibly hard it may be.
    Someone to take you to your prom despite your complaints.
    Who teaches you to waltz as you stand on his feet.

    Someone who just knows when it's time.
    When forever really means forever.
    And takes you away,
    For centuries to come.

    So true, don't you think?
    Imagine somebody treating you like that
    Funny how Edward Cullen became the perfect guy for all girls out there.
    Writing is powerful
    It can inspire all and change thoughts, feelings.
    So powerful, like magic
    Few magical words to change you
    (:

    Still trying to fix my body clock (whatever you call that)
    I slept at 2am on Thursday just for the history essay
    And Mrs Wong didn’t even take one look at it and returned everything to us
    >:(
    and still trying to make myself study and to resist the temptations from books
    Arggg. Books are so sent from my personal hell to torture me. Terrible
    Maybe I should ask someone to lock the books up and lock the key too.
    But I FINISHED THE GEOG NOTES! (finally.)
    (thank you, Rachel :D)
    Still got chem and physics, history and LA
    O.O!
    And have to memorise..
    And there is only 4 more days left to LA paper one..
    And I haven’t started on TKAM stuffs yet..
    Holy Poo..

    Can You Feel the Love Tonight

    (HAHAHAH. Timon and Pumba!)

    Feel like watching all the Disney films again.
    I miss Aladin and the Genie, Beauty and the Beast with their furniture friends, the seven dwarfs, Timon and Pumba, the stupid stepsisters and little mermaid and her red lobster :D

    I just realised I have a bit of OCD
    (thats obsessive-compulsive disorder)
    I have to arrange stuffs according to the colour
    My clothes in the closet for example, its arranged according to their colours: white, pink, red, orange, yellow, green etc.
    My markers too. Its not those markers where you have to put them back in their correct place cause the plastic thngy is flat and theres only one row for you to put. Then its okay. But its those which you put in a container and people usually just throw it in. I have to arrange them back according to their colors.
    But its not those scary types like David Beckham. He has to count all his clothes, and magazines have to lie in a straight line. He can not have more soda cans in the fridge than three, and if there are any more at home they have to be placed in a cupboard. He has explained that the reason he keeps getting more tatoos, is that he feels addicted to the pain of the needle. In hotels, any books that are on a shelf has to be placed in the drawer.
    (HAHAH. Wiki rocks)
    But don't worry its just A BIT of OCD not fatal
    LALALALA

    Missing wudao so much.
    I feel old and fat.
    I'm eating and studying (which you'll have to sit down) and sleeping and eating again. No exercise whatever. I'm gonna have a fat bum and thighs. Why do girls only get fat in the lower part of the body and not the upper part of the body. I wanna get fatter hands and face (GAH)
    WUDAOOOOOO!

    You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess
    It’s a love story, baby just say yes.