found a poem while researching for history just now..
(couldn't help myself.. the history and literature sections were just a bookshelf away from each other.. hehh.)

it's not the full version for the first stanza caught my eye the most. if u want to read more, feel free to find the rest of the poem urself..


Momentous Words
-Edward Rowlandsill

When spiteful chance steals unawares
Wherever lovers come
And trips the nimblest brain and scares
The bravest feelings dumb?



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ahh. watching 10 Things I Hate About You now. super old movie, like er 8 years ago? but sigh. it's such a fun movie to watch.

oh yearh. and partly cos of *woah* heath ledger.

and the paintballs! ahahh

How much do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie. I
hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


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is it possible to like someone so much that as time goes by, u hate that feeling more and more? to the extent where u just ignore it and hope that it didn't even exist in the first place.

ooh. i finally got a comments thingie at the bottom of the entries. hah. after SO long.
bah. such a procrastinator. oh well.