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"EDITTED." on 03 November 2009
CAFE WORLD! \m/
HELLO! :D
MTV's From G's to Gents are aweeeeesome. Riff Raff is kinda hawt. xP Haha, i like the name too. RIFF RAFF C: Coooool. Okay forget about that. GUESS WHAAATT? I... I......... am bored. (: So mundane. Please, i needa do something besides using the com every single minute. I was thinking of going cycling or roller-blading tomorrow with sis! :D How's that? Waaait, i neeeed money money money. Awww, i don't have enough ):
I want my friends to come back! OBS OBS OBS. I hate you OBS. I miss my friends! I wanna go out! ): Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh COME BACK SOOON! I miss texting you people. I miss texting you-know-who. D: I need you-know-who so badly. Zzzz. Camps suck! Grrr. I hate camps. But but, i got a reason why i didn't attend OBS. (: Personal reason. NO ONE KNOWS except family.
Hais. Amalina, Yasmin, i misssssss youuuuuu! so so so much. Haha.
Moving on.. i can't believe i'm going 15 next year! WOW. It's like a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast. Sometimes i feel that i'm scared, sometimes i feel that, WOW, sec 3 seems so fun! But hey, its a tough year. I really gotta study hard and no more slackingg, spending hours on the computer anymore. I wanna get good grades. I regretted my sec 2 life so much. I just wished that "THAT" didnt happen, and i would concentrate on my EOY. Sigh. I GOTTA WORK EXTRA HARDER NEXT YEAR, STARTING FROM NOW ONWARDS. :D
I wanna learn how to create my own poems :D It's fun and interesting i suppose. Right? TEACH ME! BUT! i gotta improve my English first. My vocab especially.
I want my friends to come back! OBS OBS OBS. I hate you OBS. I miss my friends! I wanna go out! ): Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh COME BACK SOOON! I miss texting you people. I miss texting you-know-who. D: I need you-know-who so badly. Zzzz. Camps suck! Grrr. I hate camps. But but, i got a reason why i didn't attend OBS. (: Personal reason. NO ONE KNOWS except family.
Hais. Amalina, Yasmin, i misssssss youuuuuu! so so so much. Haha.
Moving on.. i can't believe i'm going 15 next year! WOW. It's like a blink of an eye. Time flies so fast. Sometimes i feel that i'm scared, sometimes i feel that, WOW, sec 3 seems so fun! But hey, its a tough year. I really gotta study hard and no more slackingg, spending hours on the computer anymore. I wanna get good grades. I regretted my sec 2 life so much. I just wished that "THAT" didnt happen, and i would concentrate on my EOY. Sigh. I GOTTA WORK EXTRA HARDER NEXT YEAR, STARTING FROM NOW ONWARDS. :D
I wanna learn how to create my own poems :D It's fun and interesting i suppose. Right? TEACH ME! BUT! i gotta improve my English first. My vocab especially.
| Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions. |
- Edgar Cayce
ITS SO TRUE!
DAFFODILS.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
