two days till operation return-to-sanity.
i am, yet again, being nagged to update by my lovely boyfriend, and thus, the poor world of information technology will have to endure my imbecilic ramblings about nothing in particular, all due to my extreme subservience and deference to the wishes of ernest xue ren kai.
i'm not exactly sure how people update their blogs when their lives are as inconsequential and mundane as mine is currently. i mean, what exactly is one supposed to write? a daily account of one's activities? the delirious, circuitous narratives of the ups-and-downs of one's emotional landscape?
ernest suggests that if i have nothing to write down, i should just blog about work. [yes, i do hear the chorus of groans from across the miles.] and so again, because i am so absolutely attuned to the every whim and fancy of aforementioned boyfriend, i WILL blog about what i study.
here's a little excerpt from Old English [i.e. Anglo-Saxon] that i found extremely amusing. it's a translation of a modern christmas carol-- in fact; if any of you manage to tell me what the title of this carol is, i will reward you with a CHRISTMAS PRESENT! [as in the glorious example set by geof]
of course, i do this knowing fully well that no one has yet been able to foist a present off him. :P
i'm not exactly sure how people update their blogs when their lives are as inconsequential and mundane as mine is currently. i mean, what exactly is one supposed to write? a daily account of one's activities? the delirious, circuitous narratives of the ups-and-downs of one's emotional landscape?
ernest suggests that if i have nothing to write down, i should just blog about work. [yes, i do hear the chorus of groans from across the miles.] and so again, because i am so absolutely attuned to the every whim and fancy of aforementioned boyfriend, i WILL blog about what i study.
here's a little excerpt from Old English [i.e. Anglo-Saxon] that i found extremely amusing. it's a translation of a modern christmas carol-- in fact; if any of you manage to tell me what the title of this carol is, i will reward you with a CHRISTMAS PRESENT! [as in the glorious example set by geof]
of course, i do this knowing fully well that no one has yet been able to foist a present off him. :P
Incipit gestis hrodulfi rangifer tarandus
Hwaet, hrodulf read-nosa hran-deor --
Naef-de paet nieten un-scine naes-pyrl-as!
Gliten-ode and glad-ode god-lice nos-grisele.
pa hof-ber-end-as mid husc-word-um hine ge-hefig-odon;
Nolden pa ge-neat-as hrodulf naefig
To gomene hran-isc-um gangan aetsomne.
Da in Cristes-maesse-aefne storm-ig-um clomm-um,
Halga Claus paet ge-mun-de to him mapel-ode:
Neah-freond niht-eage nosu-beorht-ende!
Min hroden hraed-waen ge-laed pu, hrodulf!
pa ge-lof-odon hira lad-deor pa lyft-flogan --
Waes glaed-nes and gliw-dream; horn-edra sum ge-giedd-ode
Hwaet, hrodulf read-nosa hran-deor,
Brad spring-ep pin blaed: breme eart pu!
you know what? after putting it down, i realise that this might be a little too easy. OH WELL. :P let's see who gets a christmas present from jo this year! :)
ciao!
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