Football vs Baseball
Bree: “He looks great on the field.”
Me: “Pitch. When you say 'field', I think of baseball. We’re watching a football game, so pitch it is.”
Bree: "Okay. He looks great on the PITCH!"
I’m obsessed with Cumberbatch the way I used to be with MacFadyen before him. I’ve even used his photos as my screensaver. Now, instead of working, I’m just staring at my monitor, with bated breath.
Meretricious Manner of Miserable Men
According to my housemates, I’ve developed some sort of misandristic tendency, the acutest kind, going by my apathy towards marriage. Argh. I wish people could restrain themselves from jumping into stupid conclusions. Just because I’m not interested in getting married, it doesn’t mean I detest men. It’s the complete opposite, as a matter of fact.
The Esther-esque Escapade of a Swashbuckling...
Oh yeah, it’s the second part of the recent adventure. When I say second part, it’s not separated. It’s totally the same adventure, only from a slightly different point of view. I know last time I wrote such an unworthy piece of blogpost, shock-ridden. I may have not looked like it but I was still in shock. Now that I’m a wee bit better, I feel like writing in different light. Just a bit...
This is what I do when I’m bored: Come up with a silly joke. You tell me how lame it is. What does a ghost say to another ghost? “Do you believe in people?” Yep. I’m that bored.
House of Freaks
Me: *Nicking Liz Lemon's line* "Hey, nerds! Who has two thumbs, speaks limited French and hasn't cried once today? This moi."
Karen: "You don't speak French."
I’ve heard some people say that ‘love’ is a verb. They say that when you love, you act. That you do something. True, but ‘love’ is also a noun. People don’t like the idea of love being a noun because it’s too general. It can be a feeling. ‘Pain’ is a feeling, too. Love can result in pain, if you know what I’m saying. It can be a memory...
The Esther-esque Escapade of a Swaggering...
Everybody must want to be a pirate at some point. When I reached the said point, it was rather late. I was already in my early twenties. Forgive me, I grew up in the middle of nowhere where the word ‘piracy’ was only associated with illegal practice of book production and distribution. Oh and where good books were hardly accessible, come to think of it. I had been dreaming of playing a pirate...
The Blackest Adder
Harry, Prince of Wales: "I wanted to have a word with you about my speech at the wedding feast. I thought perhaps I'd go for a fruit motif."
Prince Edmund: "Yes...?"
Harry, Prince of Wales: "Something like, er, 'It is with extrawberry pleasure that we welcome you, er, may you be the apple of your husband's eye, and may he, in turn, cherries you...' - Cherish, you see - '... even though it's an oranged marriage.' Good, eh?"
Prince Edmund: "Brilliant. Quite, quite brilliant."
Harry, Prince of Wales: "Yes, I thought it was rather good. I'm hoping to squeeze in a 'banana' by the end of the day."
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if I can let them be… When I look at a...– Carl Rogers
Estheresque Epiphany #1
When someone says you’re a nice person, it’s because he can’t find anything to compliment about your physical figure. In a nutshell, you’re not pretty.
Sense and Sensibility
Marianne Dashwood: "To love is to burn, to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise..."
Mrs. Dashwood: "They made rather pathetic ends, dear."