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The GREATEST thing you'll ever LEARN, is just to LOVE- and be LOVED in RETURN.

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NAME: Iphyengia Yidrych AGE: Yes and No LOCATION: Ashlings, Distopia

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If you cannot be GOOD...

Be CAREFUL.


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Saturday, February 08, 2003

Você soube que nós não podemos falar o português?
Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 1:04 PM

Friday, February 07, 2003


God is Love -- I dare say. But what a mischievous devil Love is! ~~ Samuel Butler

Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 6:42 PM

Thursday, February 06, 2003

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

From: The Lady of Shalott,
By: Alfred Tennyson



Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 10:44 PM

Wednesday, February 05, 2003

These are soo easy! This might not be the best in the world, but I love how easy these are! hehe...

Randoum Pantoum

The “good looking” teachers.
At DHS they can be counted
On the fingers of my one hand.
Of my small, little hand.

At DHS they can be counted
So easily, with an effortless movement
Of my small, little hand.
Fingers fold up and down.

So easily, with an effortless movement
I contemplate the numbers.
Fingers fold up and down.
Remembering the very few.

I contemplate the numbers
On the fingers of my one hand.
Remembering the very few.
The “good looking” teachers.

Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 8:06 PM

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

Do You Want to Know a Secret?
Writer: John Lennon; lead vocal: George Harrison


You'll never know how much I really love you.
You'll never know how much I really care.

Listen,
Do you want to know a secret,
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.

Closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Say the words you long to hear,
I'm in love with you.

Listen,
Do you want to know a secret,
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.

Closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Say the words you long to hear,
I'm in love with you.

I've known the secret for a week or two,
Nobody knows, just we two.

Listen,
Do you want to know a secret,
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh.

Closer,
Let me whisper in your ear,
Say the words you long to hear,
I'm in love with you.

Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 6:23 PM

Sunday, February 02, 2003


J'ai perdu tout le temps que j'ai passé sans aimer
- Le Tasse -

La vie est un sommeil, l'amour en est le rêve
Et vous aurez vécu si vous avez aimé.
- Alfred de Musset -

La sagesse n'est pas dans la raison, mais dans l'amour.
- André Gide -


Sonja wrote until blood formed on her brow and she fell from exhaustion at 9:48 PM