Saturday, August 15, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009

Awesome Poem

William Shakespeare- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lip's red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
In some perfumes there is more delight

Than the breath with which my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
Music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Sydney City

went to the city for an excursion the other week and these are some photos i took after the boring lecture

Claymation- Falling In Love

Grandparents 50th Wedding Anniversary Album