ROSALIND.
It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but
it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue.
If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good
play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes;
and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues.
What a case am I in, then, that am neither a good epilogue nor
cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not
furnished like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me: my
way is to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge
you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of
this play as please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love
you bear to women;--as I perceive by your simpering, none of you
hates them,--that between you and the women the play may please.
If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that
pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied
not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces,
or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy,
bid me farewell.
[Exeunt.]-Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act 5, Epilogue
"I want to be a skeleton - but i also want to be attractive. I want to die - but i also want to live." (says leslie)
"People have dreams. And in singapore, it's hard to make dreams like that happen on your own. So you want somebody who shares those dreams with you and who can help take you there."
"But why dream just about nice cars and big houses?" Denise asked. "I mean, it isn't all that hard in canada, but it's no big deal.
"I dunno," said Nick. "maybe it's because in Singapore, there's little else to dream about. we've had a government for the last 20-odd years has just harped on one thing - economic progress - and really, everything else we do just feeds this one thing. so we're awfully focused as a country, but it means we have just one dream. Getting richer. It's the only thing that's clearly allowed. The signal's out and clear. Don't mess in politics, unless the ruling party invites you to join them, if you want to be an artist, go ahead, but don't upset anybody, especially the ruling party. If you want to dream about heaven, go ahead, just don't try getting everyone else to believe in your heaven. And yes, if you haven't accumulated enough wealth and the shit hits the fan for you in anything, you're on your own because you had a fair shot at it, like anyone else. In warped sense, it's really a very free country, but you're expected to play only one game. It's really a kind of totalitarian capitalism. One game. Everybody gets a shot at it. There are strict rules to ensure that everybody plays fair. It's the best game there is, everyone plays it and if you don't want to then you have to accept that some player you fancy is going to find it hard to team up with you.'
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Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I need everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
[Chorus:]
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause
[Repeat Chorus]
So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..
Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.
joan: why/how izzit different when u talk to your friends thru msn, skype or phone versus when u talk to them in real life
fayth:in real life, you notice the little details about that person, whether it be the way they laugh or the tilt of their head. if you do it virtually, you're more focused on the conversation and subject, therefore you dont pay much attention to detail. it's a loss in a way, because little things make up a person too.
im so bored
holiday is here
miss all my friends
haizz
what to do?
dreams are important, but not that important.
now from his breast into his eyes the ache
of longing mounted, and he wept at last,
his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,
longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer
spent in the rough water where his ship went down
under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea
few men can keep alive through a big surf
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches
in joy, in joy, knowing tht abyss behind:
and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,
her white arms around him pressed as tough forever.-from the odyssey
HOMER
translated by ROBERT FITZGERALD
hey nameles ..
ATS-rians eh ?
well ..
youre alitte
immature .. rites ?
i mean ..
i dunt lyk even noe yous ..
| 1. | a party, dance, or other festive gathering of persons wearing masks and other disguises, and often elegant, historical, or fantastic costumes. |
| 2. | a costume or disguise worn at such a gathering. |
| 3. | false outward show; façade; pretense: a hypocrite's masquerade of virtue. |
| 4. | activity, existence, etc., under false pretenses: a rich man's masquerade as a beggar. |
| 5. | to go about under false pretenses or a false character; assume the character of; give oneself out to be: to masquerade as a former Russian count. |
| 6. | to disguise oneself. |
| 7. | to take part in a masquerade. |
Happy Birthday Comments click here..
the family of the late mr gary gilchrist wishes to convey their thanks to pupils and staff of sota for their kindness and messages they sent.
the funeral will be conducted in his hometown, glasglow, UK, this saturday 28 september 2008 at 4.15pm (Singapore time). the family has also provided a live feed of the service, conducted in the chapel of glasgow university, Scotland, for those who would like to be present at the funeral. the website is set up at http://mcu.gla.ac.uk/chapel-live.html
haha. today i went to kfc with jack and chrizz <3333. we order chiken. den u noe arr, the chiken so oily u noe... but no bone. i order the hot and spicy one. very yummy la, but after this must lose weight larh... lawls. so funny. hahayes, so u see what i mean... and there is a really bad person who talked stuff about sota arts fest. i feel like punching him right smack in the middle of his face. but im not gonna put the url here. just go search Beng @ SOTA Arts Festival o google blog search.
~ihss:finish everything on hinduism
~MAths:finish practice 10c and 9c
~science"finish all the blank stuff and study. seriously.
~no lit hw
~IDU. dont ask me. 400 to 600 words. due on 19 sep
~med ed poster. due on 3rd week of T4. adobe website offers a 30 day free trial photoshop.
~chinese. memorise all the words.
~rush out some poems and prose for portfolio due on i dono when.
~find time to play
yes. thats all. lots of homework, yes?
maybe not. i need to go and eat as well as do some homework. i'll upload the photos when i have time. seriously. goodbye~
i cant seem to figure out why all my posts are italics. anyway, it was raining heavily and i saw 2 roaches making love. sounds amazing right ??? just take a look. their butts were stuck together. and when my mom used newspaper t whack them, they didnot budge. their butts were doggedly stuck together the way two opposite sides of a magnet stick to each other. how sweet. but come to think of it, they're roaches.so... yea.
Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, 'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do love this maid?-Shakespeare, Scene V, Act 5
