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
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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

video

Grandparents 50th Wedding Anniversary Album