..sonnet 116..

let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or bends with the remover to remove:

o no! it is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
it is the star to every wandering bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks,
within his bending sickle's compass come:
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bear it out even to the edge of doom.

if this be error and upon me be proved,
i never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-william shakespeare

Monday, May 5, 2008

..stuffing thyself..

i went to have pizza with elle last friday,
we had a blast!!

thank you so very much for ronggeng-ronggeng with me.

listening to dondang sayang from our stomachs

..and the feast begins

chicken soup for the soul

..just like the advertisement


the art of eating isn't hard to master

you want some..?

we are full

the look of satisfaction


p/s : zawen, ida tak salah, ni semue idea elle (kunon laa)

god bless!!
-guidance, over and out