Little Miss Play-It-Safe

Nature

Monica — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 20:29:00 +0800

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

From "Child Harold's Pilgrimage", canto iv, verse 178,

by Lord Byron, (1788-1824)

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Because you'll be together.

Monica — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 22:59:00 +0800

You're waiting for a train.
A train that'll take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you but you can't know for sure.
Yet it doesn't matter.

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Darcy and Bingley

Monica — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 22:49:00 +0800

Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship,in spite of a great opposition of character.-Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness,openness,ductility of his temper,though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own,and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied.On the strength of Darcy's regard Bingley had the firmest reliance,and of his judgment the highest opinion.In understanding Darcy was the superior.Bingley was by no means deficient,but Darcy was clever.He was at the same time haughty,reserved,and fastidious,and his manners,though well bred,were not inviting.In that respect his friend had greatly the advantage.Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared,Darcy was continually giving offence.

The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was sufficiently characteristic.Bingley had never met with pleasanter people or prettier girls in his life;everybody had seen most kind and attentive to him,there had been no formality,no stiffness,he had soon felt acquainted with all the room;and as to Miss Bennet,he could not conceive an angel more beautiful.Darcy,on the contrary,had seen a collection of people in whom there was little beauty and no fashion,for none of whom he had felt the smallest interest,and from none received either attention or pleasure.Miss Bennet he acknowledged to be pretty,but she smiled too much.

Pride and Prejudice.Chapter four

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Firework_Katy Perry

Monica — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 23:51:00 +0800

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel,feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel already buried deep
Six feet under scream
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you ever know there's still a chance for you
'Cause there's a spark in you
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

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