Just a short note, cos I was wondering...
Running onto a sword? I got the impression of this:
Cassius: Hold my sword for me, and bear it well!
Slave: Like this? Oh master?
Cassius: No, no... Higher a bit... No, no... Like that, like that... Wait, wait, wait! Stop! Oh, little bit lower... Ok... Ok... STOP! Just right! Now dunt move ah. (Runs and impales self on sword)
Cassius: Aiya, not deep enough. Hold the sword higher a bit. I dint hit my intestines.
Slave: Ok, sir.
Cassius: YEAARRRGGHHH!!! (quoting barbys from barb village in rs...) *runs and impales self on sword and dies.*
Any comments? How else can someone run to a sword ah? I was kinda wondering about the relationship between a human and a sword ever since that... Oh S*** in the name of holy excrement... That stupid doujinshi... KANDA IS NOT IN LOVE WITH MUGEN!!!! I KILL YOU!!!!!!!
End of short memo.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Give me your hand, Thou fair Brutus!
I love Literature Class. And even more so since we started Julius Caesar... My God that book is yeng... And it's proof that Shakespeare is gay!!!
Today we did Act 4, Scene 3, where conflict is arising and Brutus and Cassius say some really gay stuff to each other...
(quoting Cassius)
Cassius: Do not presume much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.
(Cassius rants about wanting to die because Brutus doesn't love him)
Cassius: Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, for Cassius is aweary of the world. Hated by the one he loves, braved by his brother, checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rote to cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep my spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger, and here my naked breast (Oh Gods above, Prasanth asked if he was bi...) within, a heart dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold. If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth. I that denied thee gold, will give my heart, strike as thou didst at Caesar. For I know, when thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better(And now they're arguing about who gets loved better) than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
(More rantings about how Brutus doesn't love him)
Brutus: When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
Cassius: Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Brutus: And my heart too.
Cassius: Oh Brutus!
(Mind you, they're both guys)
(Then they both drink till they're drunk, and Brutus summons two men to sleep with him in his tent. Wow. Talk about great service...)
Brutus: Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Lucius: Here in the tent.
Brutus: What, thou speakest drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watched. Call Claudius and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
(End of quoting)
Well, we learned a lot from Julius Caesar, I can tell you that. For one thing, I learned that Romans have no brains. They apparently, killed for no reason other than Caesar was being too ambitious. Next, they seem oddly, inclined towards the same sex. And thirdly, they are total idiots as they seem to enjoy committing suicide for no reason.
Act 5 is the last act, and lemme tell you what happens. Brutus, Cassius, Titinius, and the other conspirators battle against Mark Anthony and Octavius at Phillippi and they set up camp at different locations. Cassius, worried about Brutus, sends his best friend Titinius to go check out what happens. Then he panics about Titinius as well and sends his slave to go find out what happens to Titi.
His slave, (must've been short-sighted) reported that Titinius is surrounded by soldiers and taken captive. Cassius immediately feels bad and sad and asks his slave to hold his sword for him. Then he runs onto it. Idiot.
Titinius, in actual fact, was met by Brutus's soldiers and told that everything is fine. So he happily goes back to see Cassius only to find his friend's dead body. And well, he runs on his sword and dies as well. Dang.
Later, Cato is slain, and Brutus also runs on his sword as his servant holds it. What the...
Xiaoqi immediately says that this is awfully familiar. Just like Romeo and Juliet.
"No! It's Romeo and Romeo!!!" She shouts.
Well said. XD I love lit...
Today we did Act 4, Scene 3, where conflict is arising and Brutus and Cassius say some really gay stuff to each other...
(quoting Cassius)
Cassius: Do not presume much upon my love, I may do that I shall be sorry for.
(Cassius rants about wanting to die because Brutus doesn't love him)
Cassius: Come, Anthony, and young Octavius, come! Revenge yourselves alone on Cassius, for Cassius is aweary of the world. Hated by the one he loves, braved by his brother, checked like a bondman, all his faults observed, set in a notebook, learned, and conned by rote to cast into my teeth. Oh, I could weep my spirit from mine eyes. There is my dagger, and here my naked breast (Oh Gods above, Prasanth asked if he was bi...) within, a heart dearer than Pluto's mine, richer than gold. If that thou beest a Roman, take it forth. I that denied thee gold, will give my heart, strike as thou didst at Caesar. For I know, when thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better(And now they're arguing about who gets loved better) than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
(More rantings about how Brutus doesn't love him)
Brutus: When I spoke that, I was ill-tempered too.
Cassius: Do you confess so much? Give me your hand.
Brutus: And my heart too.
Cassius: Oh Brutus!
(Mind you, they're both guys)
(Then they both drink till they're drunk, and Brutus summons two men to sleep with him in his tent. Wow. Talk about great service...)
Brutus: Give me the gown. Where is thy instrument?
Lucius: Here in the tent.
Brutus: What, thou speakest drowsily? Poor knave, I blame thee not; thou art o'er-watched. Call Claudius and some other of my men; I'll have them sleep on cushions in my tent.
(End of quoting)
Well, we learned a lot from Julius Caesar, I can tell you that. For one thing, I learned that Romans have no brains. They apparently, killed for no reason other than Caesar was being too ambitious. Next, they seem oddly, inclined towards the same sex. And thirdly, they are total idiots as they seem to enjoy committing suicide for no reason.
Act 5 is the last act, and lemme tell you what happens. Brutus, Cassius, Titinius, and the other conspirators battle against Mark Anthony and Octavius at Phillippi and they set up camp at different locations. Cassius, worried about Brutus, sends his best friend Titinius to go check out what happens. Then he panics about Titinius as well and sends his slave to go find out what happens to Titi.
His slave, (must've been short-sighted) reported that Titinius is surrounded by soldiers and taken captive. Cassius immediately feels bad and sad and asks his slave to hold his sword for him. Then he runs onto it. Idiot.
Titinius, in actual fact, was met by Brutus's soldiers and told that everything is fine. So he happily goes back to see Cassius only to find his friend's dead body. And well, he runs on his sword and dies as well. Dang.
Later, Cato is slain, and Brutus also runs on his sword as his servant holds it. What the...
Xiaoqi immediately says that this is awfully familiar. Just like Romeo and Juliet.
"No! It's Romeo and Romeo!!!" She shouts.
Well said. XD I love lit...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mother's Day Educational...
Mother's Day was yesterday, and we had dinner at my pastor's house. After the meal, the adults were happily chatting away and the kids tumbled upstairs to play. I was the only 17 year old there... So yeah, guess what they made me do?
I cannot believe that teeny tiny little kids of 6 can be so... Powerful... Geng man... They forced me to play hide and seek with them and one even landed a punch on my stomach to prove his point. So with an aching belly, I had to run around and hide while 5 of them, yes, 5... Happily pulled me out of where ever I could conceal myself into.
After much persuasion, (and painful fighting) I manage to convince them to stop running around and just stick to jumping on double decker beds. (I had hoped that one might hit the fan as he jumped but too bad... XD) And to my utmost horror, the kids started... Err... Let's just say we had a sex education talk... Not me initiate lah, of course.
I really can't believe it. Kids of 6 years old can talk about stripping and birds and taking off underpants. So being a good big sister, I decided to teach the kids about what it really means to take off your underwear. I got them to sit down just as one was screaming: "TAKE OFF MY UNDERPANTS AND SHOW TO EVERYONE!!!" (Oh God...)
I laughed innocently and said: "You know kids, there's this crazy guy outside my school who does just that. He takes off his underwear and shows off to us and now the police are after him. We are even advised to bring scissors along just in case!"
The kids fell silent and one asked: "Crazy?" so I told him yes, people who take off their underwear in public ARE crazy. The one who was happily shouting about his undies was so quiet I think he must have expected the police to show up and detain him just for shouting about wanting to flash.
Then his sister asked: "Why scissors?" Oh yay, my favourite topic. Still beaming, I told them: "To cut something."
Wah, what they were imagining I don't know. Their answers were hilarious. "Cut what? Cut what? Oh I know, cut his underwear!" "I know, big sis! Cut a heart shape in his underwear so he will never run around showing off again!" And I was smiling and saying : "Yes, yes, children, cut the underwear so he won't act crazy again..."
What an educational night, eh? At least they will know what to do if a flasher comes up to them. Cut his underwear... LOL! I had a good laugh the whole night.
I should consider becoming a sex education speaker. I think I can educate the little ones rather well...
I cannot believe that teeny tiny little kids of 6 can be so... Powerful... Geng man... They forced me to play hide and seek with them and one even landed a punch on my stomach to prove his point. So with an aching belly, I had to run around and hide while 5 of them, yes, 5... Happily pulled me out of where ever I could conceal myself into.
After much persuasion, (and painful fighting) I manage to convince them to stop running around and just stick to jumping on double decker beds. (I had hoped that one might hit the fan as he jumped but too bad... XD) And to my utmost horror, the kids started... Err... Let's just say we had a sex education talk... Not me initiate lah, of course.
I really can't believe it. Kids of 6 years old can talk about stripping and birds and taking off underpants. So being a good big sister, I decided to teach the kids about what it really means to take off your underwear. I got them to sit down just as one was screaming: "TAKE OFF MY UNDERPANTS AND SHOW TO EVERYONE!!!" (Oh God...)
I laughed innocently and said: "You know kids, there's this crazy guy outside my school who does just that. He takes off his underwear and shows off to us and now the police are after him. We are even advised to bring scissors along just in case!"
The kids fell silent and one asked: "Crazy?" so I told him yes, people who take off their underwear in public ARE crazy. The one who was happily shouting about his undies was so quiet I think he must have expected the police to show up and detain him just for shouting about wanting to flash.
Then his sister asked: "Why scissors?" Oh yay, my favourite topic. Still beaming, I told them: "To cut something."
Wah, what they were imagining I don't know. Their answers were hilarious. "Cut what? Cut what? Oh I know, cut his underwear!" "I know, big sis! Cut a heart shape in his underwear so he will never run around showing off again!" And I was smiling and saying : "Yes, yes, children, cut the underwear so he won't act crazy again..."
What an educational night, eh? At least they will know what to do if a flasher comes up to them. Cut his underwear... LOL! I had a good laugh the whole night.
I should consider becoming a sex education speaker. I think I can educate the little ones rather well...
Friday, May 8, 2009
SPORTS DAY!!!
My final sports day ever. And we didn't win. Bcos of our perbarisan. DANG!
Merah and Biru... Poor souls... Their khemah rocks lah... What a pity... and for the first time I actually hear ppl cheering for other houses. It was a nice and kind thought. I've always felt the feeling of sportsmanship during sports day.
Now my body is really sticky and sweaty and I need a bath. Extremely hot weather... I ate 3 ice creams and I still feel the heat... Now I feel like an ice cream too... MELTING!!!
Gotta go get a bath. Really sticky lah... Hate this feeling... EWW!!!
Merah and Biru... Poor souls... Their khemah rocks lah... What a pity... and for the first time I actually hear ppl cheering for other houses. It was a nice and kind thought. I've always felt the feeling of sportsmanship during sports day.
Now my body is really sticky and sweaty and I need a bath. Extremely hot weather... I ate 3 ice creams and I still feel the heat... Now I feel like an ice cream too... MELTING!!!
Gotta go get a bath. Really sticky lah... Hate this feeling... EWW!!!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
First post up!
I'M HERE! What, no welcome? Not even a party or anything? Or a hug? Aww... Nevermind, I know everyone's busy anyway. That's ok. Just happy to be able to blog now.
Actually the main reason I started this blog is to accompany a friend who's going to start her blog once her connection gets working again. So to pass the time now, I think I will write something lah. Not about me, bcos you want, you can go read from my profile. Maybe about my lessons... Oh that reminds me!
We have been having amazingly funny essay lessons. Really lol lah... Guess who's my teacher? Hmm, maybe I should edit our lessons into a drama script for easy understanding. Here goes:
List of characters:
Me: Me lah, who else...
MM: Our teacher. Any guesses as to who he is?
XQ: The girl beside me
UV: The most notoriously irritating guy in my class.
RG: Random Guy. Each RG may be a different person, any random person. I can't possibly remember siapa kata apa right? I just know someone said something.
Class: Meaning class speaks in unison
Scene 1: After a year of useless English lessons, MM decided suddenly to start essay lessons! As far as I remember ah, we only wrote one full essay last year. No wonder our grades so good... So MM kick started our essay writing with a dictation! Says him, as we listen and write it down, we can learn...
MM: OK CLASS. (Here I have to use capitals because it's to show the difference in noise volume) TAKE OUT PAPER TAKE OUT PAPER! EI BOY! WHERE'S YOUR PAPER? OK, now we start. Ah, THIS ESSAY AH, I have a FEELING that this topic will SURE come out for SPM. Or something similar lah. OK, TITLE: MY. FAVOURITE. AUNT.
Class: WHAT???
MM: I. CANNOT. HELP... BUT ADMIRE THE IMMACULATELY(Here many people spelt it wrongly, me included. What, my english not perfect what...) DRESSED AND BEAU---TIFUL LADY. AT THE AGE OF FORTY-FIVE, SHE HOLD HERSELF VERY WELL AND HAS THE... THE WHAT? THE WHAT? I WANT YOU ALL TO THINK! She has the WHAT to go with it?
RG1: The flabs?
RG2: The fats?
MM: NO! The CHARM and the GRACE to go with it! I hope to be like her someday. She is... Nah, put your own auntie name there. My MATERNAL AUNT.
Class: Ok...
MM: OK NEXT PARAGRAPH NEXT PARAGRAPH. Aunt... Your auntie name lah, stands at... Put how tall she is. (I put 133 cm, my aunts are tiny), with a PETITE, SLIM FIGURE (At 45???) and D... WHAT STARTS WITH D? CAN DESCRIBE FEATURES ONE...
RG: Disgusting...
MM: WHAT LAH. DIS-TIN-GUISH-ED! NO LOOKING! DUNNO HOW TO SPELL DUNT ASK FRIEND. OK, continue. She has... a WHAT COMPLEXION?
Class: Dark...
MM: Fair lah. COMMA... SMILING... EYES... AND LUSTROUS... (Pauses to get answer from us again, he didn't expect this...)
RG: BREASTS!!!
MM: (Must have been deaf, didn't hear it but continued...) ... BLACK...
Class: (Bursts out laughing and still MM doesn't know why we're laughing...)
MM: OI, WHY LAUGHING? CONTINUE! LUSTROUS, (We laugh) BLACK, (We laugh) SHOULDER HYPHEN LENGTH HAIR.
RG: Cheh...
MM: OK, now we see her FACE. HER FACE IS AS SMOOTH AS...? SMOOTH AS WHAT, OI?
RG1: TAUFU~~~
RG2: OH, I know! A BABY'S BACKSIDE!
MM: (He heard it this time.) TAUFU AH? (Laughs) NO! SILK~~~ AND SHE HAS ROSY CHEEKS, AND WHAT LIPS? HOW YOU DESCRIBE LIPS?
RG: Juicy...
MM: (Ignores) LUSCIOUS PINK LIPS! AM I GOING TOO FAST?
Class: Noo...
MM: OK CONTINUE. NO PEEPING AH... HER SLENDER. SMOOTH. NECK... HAS ALWAYS DISPLAYED THE MANY...
RG: HICKIES!
MM: WHAT??!!
RG: Lovebites lah teacher!
MM: *sweatdrops* You all ah... NECKLACES! AND HER HOURGLASS FIGURE...
Me: Hourglass? At 45?
MM: Ya, why not? HER HOURGLASS FIGURE IS THE ENVY... OF...???
Class: ALL THE FATHERS...
MM: Fathers your head lah. EVERYONE THAT SEES HER.
(Bell rings. MM marks our 2 paragraphs and then marches out saying he will continue the next day.)
Well, basically that was part 1 of our lesson, which I have dubbed ESSAYS WITH MICHAEL: PART 1. Part 2 will be added soon, I promise. And yes, the aunt will become much more disgusting from here on...
Have to sleep lah... Didn't get enough sleep for the whole week adi... And people keep calling me halfway during my naps or, like SOMEONE AH... Call me at 1.30 am... My God... MIN GET SOME REST! I'M REALLY WORRIED LAH!
Is this too long a blog? Seems so... Sorry loh, I'm very long winded...
PAO, GET YOUR ASS HERE FAST OR I'LL BE VERY LONELY!!!
Actually the main reason I started this blog is to accompany a friend who's going to start her blog once her connection gets working again. So to pass the time now, I think I will write something lah. Not about me, bcos you want, you can go read from my profile. Maybe about my lessons... Oh that reminds me!
We have been having amazingly funny essay lessons. Really lol lah... Guess who's my teacher? Hmm, maybe I should edit our lessons into a drama script for easy understanding. Here goes:
List of characters:
Me: Me lah, who else...
MM: Our teacher. Any guesses as to who he is?
XQ: The girl beside me
UV: The most notoriously irritating guy in my class.
RG: Random Guy. Each RG may be a different person, any random person. I can't possibly remember siapa kata apa right? I just know someone said something.
Class: Meaning class speaks in unison
Scene 1: After a year of useless English lessons, MM decided suddenly to start essay lessons! As far as I remember ah, we only wrote one full essay last year. No wonder our grades so good... So MM kick started our essay writing with a dictation! Says him, as we listen and write it down, we can learn...
MM: OK CLASS. (Here I have to use capitals because it's to show the difference in noise volume) TAKE OUT PAPER TAKE OUT PAPER! EI BOY! WHERE'S YOUR PAPER? OK, now we start. Ah, THIS ESSAY AH, I have a FEELING that this topic will SURE come out for SPM. Or something similar lah. OK, TITLE: MY. FAVOURITE. AUNT.
Class: WHAT???
MM: I. CANNOT. HELP... BUT ADMIRE THE IMMACULATELY(Here many people spelt it wrongly, me included. What, my english not perfect what...) DRESSED AND BEAU---TIFUL LADY. AT THE AGE OF FORTY-FIVE, SHE HOLD HERSELF VERY WELL AND HAS THE... THE WHAT? THE WHAT? I WANT YOU ALL TO THINK! She has the WHAT to go with it?
RG1: The flabs?
RG2: The fats?
MM: NO! The CHARM and the GRACE to go with it! I hope to be like her someday. She is... Nah, put your own auntie name there. My MATERNAL AUNT.
Class: Ok...
MM: OK NEXT PARAGRAPH NEXT PARAGRAPH. Aunt... Your auntie name lah, stands at... Put how tall she is. (I put 133 cm, my aunts are tiny), with a PETITE, SLIM FIGURE (At 45???) and D... WHAT STARTS WITH D? CAN DESCRIBE FEATURES ONE...
RG: Disgusting...
MM: WHAT LAH. DIS-TIN-GUISH-ED! NO LOOKING! DUNNO HOW TO SPELL DUNT ASK FRIEND. OK, continue. She has... a WHAT COMPLEXION?
Class: Dark...
MM: Fair lah. COMMA... SMILING... EYES... AND LUSTROUS... (Pauses to get answer from us again, he didn't expect this...)
RG: BREASTS!!!
MM: (Must have been deaf, didn't hear it but continued...) ... BLACK...
Class: (Bursts out laughing and still MM doesn't know why we're laughing...)
MM: OI, WHY LAUGHING? CONTINUE! LUSTROUS, (We laugh) BLACK, (We laugh) SHOULDER HYPHEN LENGTH HAIR.
RG: Cheh...
MM: OK, now we see her FACE. HER FACE IS AS SMOOTH AS...? SMOOTH AS WHAT, OI?
RG1: TAUFU~~~
RG2: OH, I know! A BABY'S BACKSIDE!
MM: (He heard it this time.) TAUFU AH? (Laughs) NO! SILK~~~ AND SHE HAS ROSY CHEEKS, AND WHAT LIPS? HOW YOU DESCRIBE LIPS?
RG: Juicy...
MM: (Ignores) LUSCIOUS PINK LIPS! AM I GOING TOO FAST?
Class: Noo...
MM: OK CONTINUE. NO PEEPING AH... HER SLENDER. SMOOTH. NECK... HAS ALWAYS DISPLAYED THE MANY...
RG: HICKIES!
MM: WHAT??!!
RG: Lovebites lah teacher!
MM: *sweatdrops* You all ah... NECKLACES! AND HER HOURGLASS FIGURE...
Me: Hourglass? At 45?
MM: Ya, why not? HER HOURGLASS FIGURE IS THE ENVY... OF...???
Class: ALL THE FATHERS...
MM: Fathers your head lah. EVERYONE THAT SEES HER.
(Bell rings. MM marks our 2 paragraphs and then marches out saying he will continue the next day.)
Well, basically that was part 1 of our lesson, which I have dubbed ESSAYS WITH MICHAEL: PART 1. Part 2 will be added soon, I promise. And yes, the aunt will become much more disgusting from here on...
Have to sleep lah... Didn't get enough sleep for the whole week adi... And people keep calling me halfway during my naps or, like SOMEONE AH... Call me at 1.30 am... My God... MIN GET SOME REST! I'M REALLY WORRIED LAH!
Is this too long a blog? Seems so... Sorry loh, I'm very long winded...
PAO, GET YOUR ASS HERE FAST OR I'LL BE VERY LONELY!!!
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