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Is having hair more fun than being bold? Random as random as it is, that's me. I dream of being like a princess every day. My favourite fairytale is, Beauty & the Beast. My age, my name, let's just keep it to myself. Only the ones who know me, would earn my respect.
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December 20, 2008
The Human Seasons

Wouldn't it be fun to have 4 seasons here in Malaysia??
I think so....

Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are for seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:


He has his summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming nigh
His nearest unto heaven: quiet coves


His soul has in Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness - to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:


He has his Winter too of pale misfeature
Or else he would forgo his mortal nature.




John Keats
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