Exam’ge month
Well it’s April, and that means exams. All that has been taking place right now is studying, and i cannot wait till my last exam is finished on the 26th.
Played some poker on thursday, I WON! Staged the greatest comeback in poker history! Short stack with 4 outa 10 people left on the table. And it all started with my lucky cards 2 and 4. Had some good plays going there tho.
a scene that i just wanted to save that i really like(going to be using this as quote storage)… it is from Shakespeare in Love:
VIOLA AS THOMAS
(catching up)
Yes, my aunt. But perhaps she wept a
little. Tell me how you love her,
Will.
WILL
Like a sickness and its cure together.
VIOLA AS THOMAS
Yes, like rain and sun, like cold and
heat.
(collecting herself)
Is your lady beautiful? Since I came
to visit from the country, I have not
seen her close. Tell me, is she
beautiful?
WILL
Oh, if I could write the beauty of her
eyes! I was born to look in them and
know myself.
He is looking into VIOLA’S eyes. She holds his look, but
WILL belies his words.
VIOLA AS THOMAS
And her lips?
WILL
Oh, Thomas, her lips! The early
morning rose would wither on the
branch, if it could feel envy!
VIOLA AS THOMAS
And her voice? Like lark song?
WILL
Deeper. Softer. None of your
twittering larks! I would banish
nightingales from her garden before
they interrupt her song.
VIOLA AS THOMAS
She sings too?
WILL
Constantly. Without doubt. And plays
the lute, she has a natural ear. And
her bosom–did I mention her bosom?
VIOLA AS THOMAS
(glinting)
What of her bosom?
WILL
Oh Thomas, a pair of pippins! As round
and rare as golden apples!
VIOLA AS THOMAS
I think the lady is wise to keep your
love at a distance. For what lady
could live up to it close to, when her
eyes and lips and voice may be no more
beautiful than mine? Besides, can a
lady born to wealth and noble marriage
love happily with a Bankside poet and
player?
WILL
(fervently)
Yes, by God! Love knows nothing of
rank or riverbank! It will spark
between a queen and the poor vagabond
who plays the king, and their love
should be minded by each, for love
denied blights the soul we owe to God!
So tell my lady, William Shakespeare
waits for her in the garden!
