yesterday, i was some chinese myth book which was quite interesting, then one my friend (he borrowed this movie from another guy) came into the room...and asked for a movie which he had lent to my room mate, unfortunately, my room mate had lent the movie to another person..and the person is away for the holidays...hmmmmmmmmmm
it was none of my business but this room mate of mine has the tendency of doing so and it gets into my nerves....hmmmm shouldn't be even blogging about this...Everyone should learn how to respect and know where their boundaries are...
love this poem....by William Woodsworth
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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 theyOut-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.
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.
it was none of my business but this room mate of mine has the tendency of doing so and it gets into my nerves....hmmmm shouldn't be even blogging about this...Everyone should learn how to respect and know where their boundaries are...
love this poem....by William Woodsworth
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
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 theyOut-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.
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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