A Colourful Life of Colourful People

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

I have thus concluded, by the end of my Chinese tuition that Vivian Ng's are entertaining people.
The first honoured lady I am referring to is Vivian from 412 who speaks to herself
and the second refers to Javier's sister, who speaks like a machine gun and no doubt, a Drama mama.

Macbeth Themes

[Good vs. Evil]

But signs of nobleness, like stars, shall shine on all deservers [Duncan]
Stars, hide your fires, let not light see my dark and deep desires. [Macbeth]

I would, while it was smiling in my face, plucked my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed his brains.

What hath quenched them, hath given me fire.
If he did not resemble my father as he slept, I had done't.

And in his commendations I am fed.

We coursed him at the heels, and had a purpose to be his purveyor.

Unsex me here

It is too full o' th' milk of human kindness, to catch the nearest way

My hands are of your colour, yet I shame to see a heart so white.

There's no art to find the mind's construction in the face
To beguile time, look like time, bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue, look like the innocent flower and be the serpent under't.

Who dares do more is none.
When you durst do it, then you were a man.

Art thou afeard to be in thine's own act and valour?

What he hath lost, noble macbeth hate won

[Illusion vs Reality]

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Away, and mock the time with the fairest act. False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret so.

[Power and Kindship]

The prince of cumberland! That is a step in which i must fall down, or else o'erleap, for in my way it stands.

And chastise with valour of my tongue, all that impedes thee from the golden round.

Glamis, and Thane of Cawdor, the greatest is behind.

Two truths are told as happy prologues to the swelling act.

[Guilt and Conscience]

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings

Shakes so my state of man that function is smothered in surmise

make thick my blood, stop up th' passage and access to remorse.

Macbeth does murder sleep

The multitudinous sea incarnadine, making the green one red
A little water clears us of this deed

To know my deed, 'twere best not to know myself

These deeds must not be thought after these ways, so it will make us mad

I had a real good time @ 9:35 PM
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