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sanchara
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[2003-03-25 03:43:03 +0000 UTC]
(Canada)
# Statistics
Favourites: 715; Deviations: 182; Watchers: 35
Watching: 59; Pageviews: 14888; Comments Made: 3395; Friends: 59
# Interests
Favorite movies: AvatarFavorite bands / musical artists: Mettalica, Rammstein, Ophelia's Dream
Favorite writers: Douglas Adams
Favorite games: SoulCalibur II
Favorite gaming platform: horse
Tools of the Trade: Wakazashi...I mean...tablet of course...
Other Interests: all try anything once unless I have a good reason not to
# About me
Current Residence: ChilliwackdeviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
Print preference: Presents
Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything
Favourite style of art: the pretty fluffy hair style
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: Samsung T10
Shell of choice: turtle
Wallpaper of choice: pics of muh pony
Skin of choice: mine
Favourite cartoon character: that robot from invader zim...
Personal Quote: This is all well and good...but I'd rather be vaulting
# Comments
Comments: 219
You are Invited to Painted meadows first Horse show "Summer blast" [link] It is open to all breeds and riders 
I hope to see you at the show
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Thank you for the favorite!
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Much MUCH belated thank yous for faving [link]
Wow, you have a lot of horse faves. I'm just restarting to learn horses for a family-member commission.
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your welcome
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Thanks for the fave on "A Child of Two Worlds"! LLAP! \\//
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Peace offering with ponies... I thought you might find it cute. [link]
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thats cute^^
I'm not mad, I'm just busy
would you like to go for a walk today?
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ATM I just got home. Going to work this evening, tomorrow after noon work?
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Wowz, you live in Chilliwack? Pretty close to me, I live in North Van.. xD Kewl.
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Cool. BC really is the best place on earth Huh?
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Apparently so. xD I don't like those new license plates though. Beautiful British Columbia sounds nicer, and less conceited.
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"acurate self assesment is not conceit" I think the new drivers liscence cards are downright ugly tho...
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In Dresden in the square one day,
His face of parchment, seamed and gray,
With wheezy bow and proffered hat,
An old blind violinist sat.
Like one from whose worn heart to heat
Of life had long ago retired,
He played to the unheeding street
Until the thin old hands were tired.
Few marked the player how he played,
Or how the child beside his knee
Besought the passers-by for aid
So softly and so wistfully.
A stranger passed. The little hand
Went forth, so often checked and spurned.
The stranger wavered, came to stand,
Looked round with absent eyes and turned.
He saw the sightless withered face,
The tired old hands, the whitened hair,
The child with such a mournful grace,
The little features pinched and spare.
"I have no money, but," said he,
"Give me the violin and bow.
I'll play a little, we shall see,
Whether the gold will come or no."
With lifted brow and flashing eyes
He faced the noisy street and played.
The people turned in quick surprise,
And every foot drew near and stayed.
First from the shouting bow he sent
A summons, an impetuous call;
Then some old store of grief long pent
Broke from his heart and mastered all.
Th tumult sank at his command,
The passing wheels were hushed and stilled;
The burning soul, the sweeping hand
A sacred ecstasy fulfilled.
The darkness of the outer strife,
The weariness and want within,
The giant wrongfulness of life,
Leaped storming from the violin.
Th jingling round of pleasure broke,
Gay carriages were drawn anear,
And all the proud and haughty folk
Leaned from their cushioned seats to hear.
And then the player changed his tone,
And wrought another miracle
Of music, half a prayer, half moan,
A cry exceeding sorrowful.
A strain of pity for the weak,
The poor that fall without a cry,
The common hearts that never speak,
But break beneath the press and die.
Throughout the great and silent crowd
The music fell on human ears,
And many kindly heads were bowed,
And many eyes were warm with tears.
"And now your gold," the player cried,
"While love is master of your mood;"
He bowed, and turned, and slipped aside,
And vanished in the multitude.
And all the people flocked at that,
The money like a torrent rolled,
Until the gray old battered hat
Was bursting to the brim with gold.
And loudly as the giving grew,
The question rose on every part,
If any named or any knew
The stranger with so great a heart,
Or what the moving wonder meant,
Such playing never heard before;
A lady from her carriage leant,
And murmured softly, "It was Spohr."
(by Archibald Lampman)
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I HATE GRADE ELEVEN MATH.
but I can play Zelda on my new calculator <.<
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lol
so are you taking math 12 in the fall?
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I may or may not, depends on how I do over the summer. Having a spare next year would be epic.
Or I could take two blocks of art <.<
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LOL are you serious that you hadn't watched me yet
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I will pretend it never happened
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Thank you so much for the fave on Goddess [link] : )
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haha, I'm bored, what can I say?
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Hello Sanchara,
Thank you so much for "A star is born" - [link] - on your 
I'm really happy that you appreciate one of my many pictures...
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bla
I think they should fix the problems before making fancy things
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these fancy things are amazing, and i havent encountered any problems with the new deviantart yet anyways.
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