Saturday, June 19, 2004
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
but if any romeo wannabes try to be funny and spiderman his way up our second-floor balcony, he'll be greeted by me with a broomstick.
meanwhile, am still sick and pale with grief over the demise of the movabletype blog. resurrect quick, you twit. *grumble*
we'll be out with izad's dad for a father's day treat. i think the boys crave for some fish head curry.
damn, i write like crap here. ta.
# posted by izadnhana at 2:55 PM