I say they are the freckles on the face of life - they make it interesting, and watch them all move out of the way when someone makes me laugh!
following brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.
Mum and I were watching the birthday celebrations of a famous Hong Kong artiste, when Jay Chou performed a ballad. She then compared him with Nicholas Tze who is a far better actor than Jay Chou, but for some reason, is not as popular.
J: It’s like Justin Bieber. His songs are terrible, but half the world’s population love him, mums and boys included.
Mum: Give me a banana anytime.
G (pointing to a picture of a dog on the internet): Looks like Wang Wang (my Chihuahua).
J: …that’s a Basset Hound.
G: Isn’t that Sherlock Holmes?
J: …Sherlock Holmes is a human.
G: No, got that one about the Basset Hound!
J: ….that’s The Hound of the Baskervilles….
G: Oh ya hor!
Mr Talbot: Tonight, there is to be a ball, Miss Chumley. And we must dance the night away. I will beg the allemande of you, and the quadrille. And the round, and the waltz. And the cotillion.
Miss Chumley: Oh! Whichever shall I choose?
Mr Talbot: All, if you please.
Miss Chumley: It would be improper, sir. You must know that, surely.
Mr Talbot: Then I am an advocate of impropriety.
Miss Chumley: Peace has been declared, sir. Better share it. [stands to leave.]
Mr Talbot: You cannot be so cruel as to let me go.
Miss Chumley: The wind will do so, Mr Talbot.
Mr Talbot: Then tonight, I must take your hand for as many…and perhaps rather more dances than are thought proper.
Miss Chumley: If I am seized by the wrist, then what can I do but submit? The fault will be yours.
Mr Talbot: I will be brazen.
-To The Ends of The Earth
G: you look so guai, but you really aren’t. You’re actually very dangerous.
J: the word is femme fatale.
G: pang pui la you all. Always got all this complicated words. What. Superstititious. No. Dubious. No. Conscpicuous. Aiyah pang pui la what’s the word to describe?
J: I don’t even know what you’re trying to say.
G: starts with C! Not conniving. Pang pui la.
G: no! It’s not so simple. Your vocab damn jialat.
J: how would I know? You’ve just listed words that have no link to each other!
G: it starts with C! It’s from a song….. PROMISCUOUS!
-Edmund Fitzherbert Talbot, To The Ends of the Earth
“Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula
I have loved to the point of madness, that which is called madness, that which to me is the only sensible way to love.
Bonjour Tristesse; Françoise Sagan
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander