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Friday, 16 March 2007
Memories of Amy's farewell party 2006 & Grace's sweet 16
Hmmm...wat shud I blog today? Well, I'm not gonna post anything but the 2 poems below by 2 of my fave poets, they are Emily Dickinson & William Shakespeare...& the pics of Amy's farewell party at Sidney's house last year. And for now, I give to you the pic of Amz's farewell party & the 2 poems, each poem is written by a different poet dat I've ever known...
Amz's farewell party on the 11th October 2006 which is oso Soak Kian's birthday juz 19 days before the KL trip...3B 2006 rawks!!!...gudbye Amz, I'll miss you & enjoy your life in Vietnam...^_^Group pic wif Amz (take 1)...& oso the big black sugar paper wif our signatures as Amz's big autograph Group pic wif Amz (take 2)...I look lyk an alien in this pic...0_0" Group pic wif Amz (take 3)...I wonder wat's Franklin lookin' at

Here's a video feat Aly C, Jesse & Joseph playin' "Friendship Forged In Fire" (taken frm Edwina C's friendster)

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers (by Emily Dickinson)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
Singing the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.

The sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird,
And kept so many warmth.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet, never in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Sonnet #5 (by William Shakespeare)
Those hours that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel;
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there,
Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty over snowed and bareness everywhere.
Then, were not summer's distillation left
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet,
Leese but there snow; their substance still lives sweet.
Oh yeah, I almost forgot that today is Grace's birthday...happy sweet 16, Grace!!!...^__^...owell...that's all for now I think...ntg much to blog though...toodles XD.

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