Saturday, December 29, 2007, 6:52 PM
Sonnet 13
O, that you were yourself! but, love, you are
No longer yours than you yourself here live:
Against this coming end you should prepare,
And your sweet semblance to some other give.
So should that beauty which you hold in lease
Find no determination: then you were
Yourself again after yourself's decease,
When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear.
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which husbandry in honour might uphold
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
O, none but unthrifts! Dear my love, you know
You had a father: let your son say so.
After 2 weeks of hiatus, i'm finally back. I'm over with FYP finally! Well not exactly over. I'm done with the report and half of the logbook. Haha.
So here i am finally blogging, though there's nothing much to blog about. Haha. Anyways the year is going to come to an end in less than three days time. Hmmm, i don't know what to feel about this. All i'm hoping is for a better year in 2008. =)
Ok i'm really lazy to blog..... siiighhhhh..
Music Overload
Thinking Cap
If women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long?
The bitch
Khairunnisa Elias
31.08.1988
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