The best of Jed Bartlet's lines #1

"What will be the next thing to challenge us, that makes us go farther and work harder?

... surely we can do it again, as we did when our eyes looked towards the heavens, and with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God..."

- Jed Bartlet -

Slap you then you know

Football
You know what's the good thing about Chelsea beating the living crap out of Manchester United?

Chelsea beat Manchester United! And that's a great great thing. You know why?

Because Chelsea beat the living crap out of Manchester United.

Well, it's not like I don't like Manchester United, I just kinda really detest them. I know they wear red and all, but they're just not my favorite.

Now the thing about Chelsea beating the living crap out of Manchester United...

Chelsea beat the living crap out of Manchester United.

And Juventus has gone 5 points clear, and that's always a good thing.

Work
Benjamin says he prefers the word "penetration" over "love". We were reviewing the script for The Door, you see. And he wants less symbolism and more live-action. But you see, I prefer the subtle.

And he tosses and turns, apparently.

Fikri is supposed to buy us all lunch on monday, according to our senior staff.

Entertainment
I want to watch Elektra, but no one's watching it with me.
National Treasure too.
Hmm.

Females
I still think they're difficult and desirable at the same time.

The Door
Don't look here in this blog. Check the other blog. But shooting is starting tuesday. And the script is finished and undergoing some tweaking here and there.

Next Project
I don't know, do you think Kerry-Ann should be in a porn flick? I don't think so. With her hairy legs and all. Major turnoff

What Am I Doing Now?
Nothing, that's why I'm wasting my time with this blog.

Why are you reading this?
a) you like my crap and you're in denial
b) you like my crap and you're not in denial
c) you're too silly to figure it out.

Why are you STILL reading this?
a) no idea
b) because you're sooooo in love with my crap
c) you're an idiot

Why is this window STILL open???
a) you're really expecting something intelligent at the end, are you? Well, don't
b) you're a girl and you're obssessed with everything that I write about, including crap. I understand.
c) you're really an idiot

When is this going to end???
a) When you finally figure out that there's nothing intelligent here.
b) When you finall figure out that there's REALLY nothing intelligent here.
c) When I decide to stop writing.

I've decided to stop writing.

Ka-Ching Bang Bang Boom Bada Boom Badam Badam Click

Ok.

I don't know what this post is about.

If I find replies here it means you guys know more about this post than I do.

Templeton

Sandy Templeton



That's true.

The Faces We Forget

The faces we forget.

The faces that we thought we kept. The faces we thought we remembered.



Sometimes they don't turn out the way we once remembered them.

Some blacker, some thinner, some whiter, some messier, some bulkier, some smellier, some prettier

Tis' the season to the merry.

If there is a picture worth snapping. Snap it. Snap it.

Farewell to those who are leaving. Good tidings await you wherever your ship anchors and at whichever shore you set your feet on, the days ahead will be blessed.

The faces we forget.

I think it's not so bad. We can always repaint it when time comes back. Just don't forget that there is a face in the first place.

The faces we forget.

The Door

Due to extremely low readership on the other blog, I need to double post updates on the other blog here to let people know that the other blog is updated.

Hopefully these two blogs will become completely independent blogs.

www.superratty.blogspot.com

or you can click the link on the right toolbar

Against

I am the wasp that presses against the glass wall
the swordless knight with a broken shield, standing before the dragon
staring into the eyes of the black widow, wrapped by its threads of death

How am I to expect the impossible?

Glass is meant to be broken?
Dragons are meant to be slain?
Webs are meant to be cut?

Tell that wasp that Your ways are higher than its ways.
Tell that knight that Your thoughts are higher than his thoughts.

When that helpless soul is caught in that curling web.

What do you think they'll tell You?

Do. something.

Or don't tell me anything at all.

Until

I will not yield an inch.

And if it so requires my all, my every fibre, my every dream , then take it. It is Yours.

And the rest, mine to keep.

I will not yield an inch.