And why does geog have to be so funny? Oh man, Xinmin. I CAN'T HELP LAUGHING WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT. The story behind all this: We were going through our mapwork thing today. And then there was this question, something like: Identify a line symbol on the map.
Well
Xinmin drew a line.
And said this, "I dunno lah! He ask for line so I draw line lah!"
And the cocoa thing. Can someone tell me what was so funny? I didn't get it. Anyway, Belinda, you are NUTS.
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So, the Hwa chong concert. It was okay. Better than expected. Except for the fact that the Nanyang Girls and some Hwa Chong guys in the audience laughed at us, it was alright. Yes, they laughed. But I forgive you. Oh yes, and they taught us to bow. Mrs Yogee said they were very polite, and showed a lot of respect to the teachers. So lesson learnt: Bow.-----
I absolutely love this poem. I don't know why. I just think it's so light and carefree and happy. And it makes me to just run and see daffodils. Hope you get what I mean.
Daffodils
I wander'd 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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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.
Daffodils
I wander'd 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 leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but 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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All this yellow reminds me of Aloha bananas. I must tell you the story later. Must.
