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Monday, November 10, 2008 3:36 PM /
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Hey~! I think I'm going insane after I read
King Arthur and the Knights of the round table I even went to search in google about
squires and medieval language. LOL? PS. Their language is really really difficult. I really don't know how the people living during that period even learn how to SPEAK. Their language is 10 times (maybe 100 times) more difficult than what I'm learning now. What I'm happy about is I know how to say STUPID in medieval language. jkjk :] Guess what? No you can just spell it in 2 letters. Why go to such extend to say Nay which you spell it in 3 letters?
Don't understand PS. They slay people. (this is what we call barbaric act these days) Hey I hate
Sir Mordred He's is evil! Don't know why he's a knight. I hate traitors and he happens to be one. WTH? Knights go on
quests which I hate cause' I'm afraid of death. And how can
Elaine of Astolat kill herself cause'
Sir Lancelot love
Queen Guinevere.(Anw, there is also
Elaine of Carbonek who did not die because of him. How smart of her~!) What are people thinking those days?? I like
King Arthur's sword
Excalibur given to him by
Lady Nimue aka Lady of the Lake. The Last Battle is so COOL~! Alot people died. I mean 活该 lorhs to those on the side of Mordred. Don't know why people support him. And how can
Sir Lancelot kill
Sir Gawain brothers,
Sir Gareth and
Sir Garheris. Haiz, people those days do things without thinking (I mean when slaying people) And because of his foolish act,
Sir Gawain wants revenge. LOL? Revengeful people. Just like me. I'll do good! I'm now drinking this kind of water. It tastes
Ewwww. Really its the truth. Nothing to blog about. Cause' whole day, I'm lying in bed with air conditioner and reading
Avalon High by Meg Cabot. I read it 3 times ler lorhs. LOL? Dumb me? Yeah! I agree too. Aye. So bored. Let me go research on medieval times. wakaka :] Below is a poem or so called about
King Arthur and his sword
Excalibur
There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,
And o’er him, drawing it, the winter moon,
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,
Myriads of topaz, and jacinth.