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Nasyiba Sahari :D
17/09
I'm a 15-years old goodie, I don't litter :B but I don't pick up litter. I eat whenever I feel like it. I have a disfigured left pinky *gasps* and I suffer hair and eyelash loss. I go gaga over almost everything. Studying in Commonwealth Secondary School,I have the WEALTH values:D. I'm in CSS Malay Dance. A dancer, I am, and forever will be! I'm a zombie in the morning but I'm stupendous at night. If I were the president, I would turn everyone into human owls so we can enjoy night time((: I sing almost every time to express the happenings in life, but I can be random too. I can get emotional and dramatic at times, but my mind holds loads of crap when I'm high. I do bitch-talking when I feel the need to be honest. I'll be nice enough to ignore if you ain't nice, but nicer if you're nice and nicest if you're nicer. I'm NOT unfriendly. shy? oh, very! oh, add me on facebook & msn : nash_oops@hotmail.com :D
19% emotionalism
18% dummiesity
17% crapology
14% chimonology
12% cleverbumness
11% stubbornism
9% vaingloriousity
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BAA misses choir :(
Saturday, March 7, 2009

for once I did wish I'd joined css choir too.
but then I wouldn't be committed to MD.
:(
anw. tribute to ptps choir and Ms Khor Ai Ming ahh. HAH. but the video one not ptps ehh. St. Nick's PS.

a song from SYF 2006
the daffodils is loved :)

Daffodils - poem by William Wordsworth

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 stretch'd 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: (MY FAV!)

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:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
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.


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