muh collicks r beri farni- cheq tish outz:
terence cao: "this year i never act ma... i now doing big business"
and i went to see playfish (creator of restaurant city, pet society, country story, etc)'s blog!
such an awesome games team. much like the EA games and Asiasoft! and they posted pictures of their office:
that must be where their inspiration of the whole underwater wallpaper came from!their office looks a little like a childcare. but it's quite interesting how they described the office to be lots of fun with passionate people.
then there was someone who posted figurines he/she made with the quick dry clay thing which really makes me want to try out too!!
the colours are just awesome... lol. :3!!
also, came across a very lovely poem shared by someone on off_wut today
To His Coy Mistress
by Andrew Marvell
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
at first when i read it, i couldnt understand or be bothered to. so i wiki-ed it and then i understood the poem now. from wiki:
"The speaker of the poem addresses a woman who has been slow to respond to his sexual advances. In the first stanza he describes how he would love her if they had an unlimited amount of time. He could spend centuries admiring each part of her body and her refusal to comply would not faze him. In the second stanza, he remembers how short human life is. Once it is over, the opportunity to enjoy each other is gone because no one embraces in the grave. In the last stanza, the speaker urges the woman to comply, arguing that in loving each other with fervor they will make the most of the short time they have to live."
makes the whole poem very sweet. aww if only guys can write and express themselves like this! i would give in everything already LOL!!
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