http://www.datempo.com/
Listening to this online radio via iTunes.
sazzy, but at times the songs are a bit too eclectic for me...
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
::: Datempo, the sweetest sound is here . . . :::
http://www.datempo.com/
Listening to this online radio via iTunes.
sazzy, but at times the songs are a bit too eclectic for me...
on a fine monday night dining out...
yeaps, had a great time dining out with one of my friends out at Cream Bistro last night. Here are some of the memorable stuff:
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1) Originally we planned to meet at 7pm. The funny thing is my friend sent me an SMS via mobile phone on Sunday night, saying "Lets aim to meet at 7pm". When I read that SMS, I just burst out laughing. Because my friend is a civil servant, I can so totally imagine the tone which he would have said the above SMS, in person*. It's funny, because no one I know (other than those in the civil service or who read too many management books) speaks like that...^
Anyway, received another SMS in the morning yesterday. Because my friend changed his mind, we then need to "aim to meet at" 6pm instead. :D unfortunately, I was rushing some work at another of my friend's place. So in the end, had to message him that I'll be late. So in the end, we only got to the restaraunt at 7pm. :D talk about cosmic jokes ah...
2) My friend was surprised when I ordered a bottle of Hoegaardens' at the restaraunt. He said he didn't know I have to drink beer during dinner. Actually I don't have the habit of drinking wine or beer during dinner. Am not "chic-chic", as my other friend would put it. But somehow I always end out ordering a glass of Hoegaarden's at Cream Bistro**.
Ended up he also bought a bottle of Hoe. I was just teasing him that he doesn't need to do so, because "this ain't some business dinner", and that he have to 陪酒... 
3) Had a good time makan-ing. He tried the Bi Bim Bap (korean rice-dish, with plenty vegetable). while I tried the Thai-styled stuffed chicken wings. No complaints about the food. Think the good food and music at the start of the meal led us to open up and talk almost anything under the sun. One thing my friend remarked is that I'm an unusally good listener, and that he finds it easy to just talk to me, even about personal stuff. Hmmm, maybe i should start my own profession and be a professional Listener... 
4) Eh, the dinner didn't end on a perfect note, however. As we were just mulling over the last dregs of our beer, suddenly there was this pungent smell of sewage water (in an air-conditioned environment). It seems that the piping beneath the sofa we were seated burst, and the waste water from the kitchen was leaked onto the dining area. The bottoms of our bags were slushed and made wet, as we had placed them on the floor. Thank God it wasn't a flood of deluge that came pouring out of the seats, as then we would have to go home stinking on the public train and bus smelling like garbage.
The boss of the bistro was very apologetic towards us about the unexpected leak. In the end, he only charged us for the beer, and not for the food, without us even asking for anything. In terms of hospitality and service, I would say that the boss did the right thing.
The parting shot for the night was that my friend remarked if we never had ordered the beer, we probably would have a free meal on the house...
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*Pardon for the bimbo-y tone in that sentence.
^ Don't get me wrong, I have a couple of friends in civil service, and man, they are great friends. It's just something the language they used takes a life and lingo of their own...
** eh, last night was only my 3rd time there, so I am not an alcoholic, nor turning into one... :D
on A Story to Die For....
Epilogue
A Story to Die For
No one would die for one of Don Cupitt’s stories. Indeed no one in their right mind would die for the Christian story – unless it was true. To say that it is true is not to demonise other world religions, nor to bind us to some epistemology that is untenable. The fundamentalist theory of inerrancy, for example, binds us not to the story, but to a theory about the divine inspiration of the story which is probably false.
To talk of the truth is to come clean and admit to its givenness – the belief in revelation over and against the whispers of reason. This is not to deny the legitimate search for the philosophical foundations of Christian faith, but it is to assert that we may not find them. There may be no going back behind the back of Jesus to certain truth claims about him
In practice, however, Christians come to believe in the truth of the gospel on quite different grounds. Wolfhart Pannenberg, for example, thinks that Popperian science would reveal as a matter of fact that the resurrection did occur as an event in time and space. Others take to the story that a whole because of their trust in the witness of the apostles and the saints down the ages. For some it is a question of experience: Leslie Newbigin believes that he was saved by grace, and that God rubbed his nose in reality; Metropolitan Anthony is convinced that he was confronted by the risen Christ in his own room.
To say that the gospel is ‘the one short tale we feel to be true’ is another way of talking about something to which we will commit ourselves; something which for us is of ultimate concern; something – or to be more exact, someone – for whom we would be prepared to die. The gospel story is really about a God who poured out his life for the world, and who calls us to follow him by taking up our cross. This is more than a pious invitation to selflessness or ego loss; it is an appeal to our idealism, our best nature, our love for all humankind.
Martyrdom as the ultimate sacrifice, most of us hope, is not something that will be asked of us. But the tragedy of the story in our culture is that it no longer rings with the conviction of absolute truth, because it is not presented as a matter of life and death, hope or despair, heaven or hell. It has been trivalised beyond recognition, to become a success story, a decent story, one of the many stories of world faiths, a tall story – but never a true (or false) story. By contrast, postmodernist society will no doubt allow us to say that the story is true for us. It will respect out epistemic distance from the other stories that tell a different tale, as long as we keep our distance and do not encroach upon their linguistic territories.
As modernity fades behind us, we Christians can say that we have passed through it and survived, but in Leslie Newbigin’s words, we have been ‘very hard pruned’. We came close to losing our story, the ‘one short tale we feel to be true’, and if we had done so, we would have nothing left to offer to the future. In the event, chastened by our experiences, we have woken up in a world that no longer believes in the God of our fathers, and we find that we have become missionaries to our own culture. In order to prosper in our own unfamiliar role, we will have to return to our first love of God, forswear our timidity, and become in the third millennium like the missionaries of the first.
Lord, help us to discover the fervor of the early Christians
And the power of the first evangelization,
That morning of Pentecost, as it started
In the cenacle of
Where your disciples, with Mary, gathered in prayer,
Awaited, Father, the fulfillment of your promise.
Gives us the grace to be renewed
‘In the Spirit and in fire.’
Teach us to speak to the world in tongues of fire,
Let us bring to an end this time of uncertainty
Where Christians are timid and mute
Discussing anxiously problems of today,
As in the past on the road from
Without realising that the Master is risen and alive.
Cardinal Leon-Joseph Suenens,
extract from ‘Prayer for the year 2000’.
Excerpt from:
Walker, Andrew. Telling the Story. Gospel,
Odd Jobs: Portraits of Unusual Occupations
| Rating: | ★★★ |
| Category: | Books |
| Genre: | Arts & Photography |
| Author: | Nancy Rica Schiff |
some examples:
Page Turner (p.4)
Foot model (p.26)
Golf Ball Diver (p.32)
Coin Polisher (p.48)
Solfeggist (p.58)
Semen collector (p.68)
Diener (p.74)
Ocularist (p.86)
Poopy Scooper (p.92)
Fish Counter (p.100)
Oyster Shucker (p.106)
Riddler (p.112)
Monday, September 25, 2006
On transformation of theology to therapy...
From Chapter 5 "The Modern Age and the Gospel" (pp.118-121)
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In one of the most telling chapters in his book, American Evangelicalism, James Davison Hunter shows how modern Evangelicals have unwittingly adapted to the privatized, individualist and subjectivist trains of structural pluralism, and recast Christianity not as an inculturated and grand narrative for the modern world, nor even as a domesticated sitcom for the local churches, but as therapy for the lost and the sick, the unhappy and the repressed.
Strictly speaking, he is referring to the later modernity, where individualism has been tainted by narcissistic features absent from classical modernity. Nevertheless, what he describes has its origins in the privatization of religion determined by structural pluralism. He trawls some title from Christian bookshelves, which demonstrate what happens when the grand narrative has been interiorized to the point of disappearance. We could augment them by many similar titles from our own bookstores, the demonic and the dysfunctional figuring more largely these days. At random, some of Davison Hunter's chosen titles read:
Transformed Temperaments
Defeating Despair and Depression
God’s Key to Health and Happiness
Release from Tension
Feeling Good about Feeling Bad
You and Your Husband’s Mid-life Crisis
How to be a Happy Christian
How to become Your Own Best Self
This transformation of theology into therapy, where the language of the scripture has been translated into psychological discourse, and where stories have been replaced by prescriptions, has prompted Professor Harold Bloom to doubt whether American culture is Christian at all – although as a Jewish agnostic, this causes him no regrets. He argues, in The American Religion, that in reality American culture is a mixture of gnosticism and orphism (mystery religions), where the concept of redemption has been replaced by the American wish fulfillment of self satisfaction. For Bloom, Christianity has become a delicious solipsism where we are never happier when alone with our God. He cites the line from the favorite nineteenth-century Evangelical hymn, ”I came to the garden alone”, as being quintessentially what American Christianity in its Southern Baptist incarnation has become.
Bloom’s thesis is controversial and exaggerated, but he has highlighted the logical extension of religions of the heart, of piety without normative sanctions, of rampant individualism without community control, of revivalistic fervor slewed-off from the historic tradition, of a grand narrative left behind in the struggle for spiritual satisfaction. In so doing he has touched on the larger question of the communal disconnectedness of cultural pluralism to which we now turn.
Excerpt from:
Walker, Andrew. Telling the Story. Gospel,
Saturday, September 23, 2006
The Banquet 夜宴
| Rating: | ★ |
| Category: | Movies |
| Genre: | Other |
okay, after knowing this is an adaptation of Shakepseare's "Hamlet", it doesn't raised my opinion of the show. I'm not sure how Kurosawa did with the dialogue in "Ran" (an adaptation of ole Willie's "King Lear"), but the way the scripting of modern mandarin into the line of "The Banquet" grates on my ear.
Ge you was a great actor, just being let down by the corny lines and abrupt way his character was send off.
Daniel Wu just said everything in a low monotonous voice. Zhang Ziyi's and Zhou Xun's character was pretty forgetable.
okay, maybe i'm just biased, or had my expectations raised too high...
Official site:
http://www.thebanquetthemovie.com/
七剑下天山
| Rating: | ★★★ |
| Category: | Books |
| Genre: | Literature & Fiction |
| Author: | 梁羽生 |
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Gigolo Wannabe ウォーターズ Uotazu
| Rating: | ★ |
| Category: | Movies |
| Genre: | Comedy |
After watching the show, my friend and I were stumped for a while. Then we realised what was wrong with the show - too squeaky clean! Plus the male cast keep on acting cute and fawning on the women in the show...
Japanese Website:
http://www.waters-movie.jp/
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
on good vibes and bad vibes...
Just gotten a letter last Saturday afternoon, from the company that I went for an 2nd round interview on last Thursday. It was to inform me that I wasn't selected for the position. Somehow, I wasn't surprised that I didn't get the job, as I didn't get the "good vibes" after the end of my 2nd round interview. Kinda strange, as I used to laugh at my friend last time when he told that you can usually "sense" if you've gotten the job or not after the end of the interview. Smacks "downright" of ESP and telepathy.
Yet I was exhilarated after the end of my 1st interview. Had the sure sense of being "on top of the world" and that I'll be called back for the 2nd round (which I was indeed called back la). And after my 2nd interview, din get the same vibes i.e. not sure whether I've gotten the job. It's not like the what the chinese say “七上八下” feeling. More like the sinkin feelin after the 2nd round that I didn't get the job.
But the Lord is gracious, He opens and closes doors. I gave thanks for the speedy manner which the company gotten back to me. Well, onto to other hunting grounds!
*lobs out spider web and swings away*
Monday, September 18, 2006
on giving thanks for open hearts...
Last saturday went to pray at the church anniversary dinner celebrations. The sister CG has volunteered to be prayer intercessors, and has invited a few of us to go along and pray with them. We were praying (1) to give thanks for the His goodness and His grace that God has shown to our church in the past 28 years; (2) praying for the people who were serving at the dinner celebrations (love feast!); (3) for the guests outside our church to share in our church vision and (4) we'll be able to raise the targeted amount for our next church-building project.
As usual, went to the prayer meeting with the mindset of don't know what to expect. Yeaps, I'm "blur" that way. In the end, turned out I was ministered also by the prayers of my brothers and sisters, as well as the way the celebrations turned out. I guess i'm funny that way, but it was a good time of resting upon the Lord for Him to move the hearts of the people below.
At the end of the night, we managed to rasie more than we targeted. While some people might think the amount to be of inconsequence, given the size of the church, it was still an amazing amount of money to raise in one night. I just pray that the posture continues rightly, as we go forth to answer His call in the coming years...
Friday, September 15, 2006
on words of comfort...
Last night went to attend the funeral wake of a friend's father. Didn't know what words to say to him, in his time of mourning. My other friend did most of the talking, while I just prayed silently in my heart for him.
Wrote him a card with a few personal words, and the below poem:
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He is Gone
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your
back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
David Harkins
(from http://www.ifishoulddie.co.uk/poems.htm)
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
on thoughts from a bowl of bak ku teh...
nothing revelatory this time, just some fancy thoughts while having "bak ku teh" (肉骨茶) at the "kopitiam" opposite the road from my home. What happened was my mom returned late from her visit to a friend's place, and felt too lazy to cook. So she told us to go grab dinner on our own.
It so happens that the next day gonna help out a friend at his company. remembered seeing from a TV documentary last time that in the founding days of Singapore (in the 19th century), before the coolies* start their new jobs doing hard labor at the wharves, they will go and have a bowl of "bak ku teh". As meat was expensive and jobs were scarce, the coolies did not have much chance of eating meat.
Well, my friend did not ask me to do menial labor. still, i got craving ah. So went to the nearest stall at the "kopi-tiam". Felt a bit cheated, cos the stall-owner charged me an extra dollar for ordering a bowl of "you za kway" (油炸鬼). Think I'm gonna ban that stall from my eating places list, even though their "bak ku teh" was not bad. The soup stock is good, the chili in the sweet dark soy sauce is fantastic. I just have an issue for the "you za kway". I can buy a stick for 40 cents, and you dare charge me a dollar for a bowl's worth of cut-up dough stick? That's it ah, boycott your stall, man...
But the great thing was they served the "bak ku teh" in a claypot. Fantastic! Not many stalls i know do that nowadays, because it's troublesome to do so. somehow it just gives the eating experience that extra "Oommph", eating out of a claypot...
oh, still haven't talked about the thought that struck me. I was just marvelling that last time, people used to cook everything by coal-fire. Nowadays all cooked by stove, so less troublesome^. The wonders of modern technology!
ok, now i'm rattling... gonna go sleep and dream of that "bak ku teh"...
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* not because they are cool or what. For those not familiar with Singaporean Chinese immigrant history, "coolie" is just an appellation for the forced labor of the poor uneducated masses. From the chinese words "苦力", which translates as "bitter labor".
^ Must qualify the statement. It's still not easy to cook a good bowl of "bak ku teh", even when you use stove-fire to cook. But if you compared with using coal-fire... you get my drift.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
on raising a storm in a teacup...
well, it started innocently on a Sunday afternoon 2 days ago. As we were walking towards the bus stop after church service, one of my friends asked another why he looked so tired. To which my groggy-eyed friend said around 2 a.m. in the wee hours of the morning, because he drank too much tea prior in the afternoon. This led to a short debate why tea is not as strong as a stimulant as coffee*, despite having a higher caffeine content by weight.
well, my only contribution to that was there is only ONE kind of tea plant in the world, despite the many kind of varieties and type of teas on the market. It just depends on the processing. Well, the majority of my friends disagreed with me, telling me cannot be la, because of the multitude of tea we get on the market, definitely there has to be more than one kind of tea plant, right? Only one agreed with me that the processing will make leads to different kind of teas. However, there should be more than one kind of tea plant, since she logically puts for the argument that you cannot process the Indian Darjeeling tea leaves as you would for a Chinese Oo-long （乌龙）tea.
well, all this piqued my interest in tea again. I remembered that an old friend told me a very long time ago that there is only one tea plant. So I hit the library in search of an easy-to-read book for all my questions. I got Tea Basics: A Quick and Easy Guide by Wendy Rasmussen and Ric Rhinehart. It's an American publication, and gives a brief introduction to the the coffee-insatiable American** what is the drink all about. Here is what the authors wrote in answer to how many kind of tea plants are there in the world:
" The One True Leaf: Camellia sinensis
When we refer to tea, we are talking about the dried, processed leaves of a single plant, the Camellia sinesis. The tea plant is an evergreen, perennial shrub of the genus Camellia, which thrives in subtropics and highland tropic regions. Camellia sinesis is one of the over 82 species in the genus Camelia. Gardeners and landscapers are very familiar with its cousin, the Camellia japonica, which is often planted in North America as an evergreen hedge in areas that are free of killing frosts. The tea plant is very similar to this ornamental plant, and can be cultivated in most frost-free regions as an interesting addition to the garden. There are four varieties of the tea plant which are cultivated commercially: the China types, Assam (India) types, Hybrid types (a cross of China and Assam types), and Cambodia types."
well, it still did not put the question to rest in my mind. So technically there is only one tea plant (the Camellia sinesis), but there are a few types... So how many kinds are there?? Then I'm reminded of domesticated dogs. Technically there is only "kind" of dog ( the Canis lupus familiaris) but you can have many varieties within that kind ( Chow Chow, Shar Pei, Akita Inu, Shiba Inu, Basenji, Dalmation, Jack Russel, Maltese, Chihuahua, Irish Wolfhound, just to name a few... :p) You can use a sperm from a male Chihuahua and used it to fertilize the egg of a female Shar Pei, and the end product will still be a dog of the Canis lupus familiaris, albeit a very strange hybrid if that works...
So in the end, there can be only One Tea (cue soundtrack from "Highlander"***)...
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*tea lovers will dispute this...
** a stereotype, which is founded upon the fact on how many Starbucks joint you can find on an American street... :P
*** Too bad the Highlander isn't Irish, because according to the book, the Irish drinks the most tea (per capita consumption) about 3.83 cups. But the book is 7 years old, so it might be outdated by now...
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For more about tea, goto http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea
Chinee entry: http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E8%8C%B6
For dogs: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogs
Thursday, September 7, 2006
Cream Bistro
| Rating: | ★★★ |
| Category: | Restaurants |
| Cuisine: | Eclectic |
| Location: | 9 Scotts Road, #01-04/05/06 Pacific Plaza, Singapore 228210. |
Tried the scallops and honey-glazed ham, with a healthy dose of salad green and 2 bite-sized Inari Sushi. Good combination, was pleasantly surprised that the ham was warmed. Thought it was a gonna be a cold meal at first.
Downed it with a bottle of Hoegarden's, shiok MAX!
Wednesday, September 6, 2006
on Last Things First...
From Concluding remarks "Last Things First" pp.99-100.
" Liturgy, as divine drama, tells again the old, old story. It is not playacting, but an acting out of God's love for the world. This sacred dramaturgy demands words and images of wisdom and power, theologically significant body language, lights and colours, smells and food. If we are asking our contemporary culture to 'come and see', we must have something to show them as well as something to say. Liturgical renewal is not archaeological and antiquarian, not the restraining of the Spirit in a formal straitjacket of tradition. It is nothing less than a preparation for mission in a world where literary culture is moribund.
That mission can only proceed, however, if we put first things first. To renew liturgy is to recapture the gospel handed down to us from oral culture, through literary culture, until today. The hand-downess of things reminds us that they have a history, an embeddedness in past cultures: they are a treasury of blessings to be appropiated by every new generation. The gospel comes from the past to us as a sacred and precious deposit of faith. We so not offer the world a new doctrine, but that which we have received from the beginning.
Yet in a profound sense the gospel which we have received from the past also comes from the future, from the end. It is not the 'first things' (protologia) which gives us faith in our future, but the fact that the 'last things' (eschatalogia) have already begun. Christ's resurrection, witnessed by the apostles in the past, is in fact the beginning of the end, the ground of hope for the world. Eschatalogical time entered the universe in the incarnation and is now drawing natural time after itself like a magnetic bullseye capturing a wayward arrow. Those of us who believe in the gospel know that 'the one short tale we feel to be true' leads home."
Excerpt from:
Walker, Andrew. Telling the Story. Gospel, Mission and Culture Gospel & Culture. London: SPCK, 1996.
on snatches of funny dinner conversations...
here are some highlights from my dinner with my friends last night at Miss Clarity, in random order:
1) My friend met his university senior while we were being seated at the restaurant. He had a long chat with him while the rest of us were looking through the menu. Later as he came back to join us, he told us how grateful he is to that senior. The reason was because of a chair. It seems like this senior of my friend bought a chair that belonged to a professor while his study days in the university. And according to my friend, with that chair, the senior graduated summa cum laude during his batch.
The story continues that my friend bought over that chair from his senior, after the senior graduated. Before he bought the chair, my friend has been getting grades 'B's and 'C's in his academic coursework. After buying THE CHAIR, my friend suddenly started to get his strings of 'A's... 
My other friend just quipped to at the end to this story, "See, this is how Asians modestly declare their successes, by attributing it to chairs la..." 
*
2) oh, the other friend who quipped later turned to us and asked whether we know what is the minimum amount of money that a reservist has to earn for his monthly income so that the Armed Forces WON'T call him back for reservist. Well, according to rumour, I replied one has to earn about 20K moola per month. My friend was like totally crushed at that amount. The other 2 friends were going on like, "Sure or not? 20K?"
Well, it's hearsay la. But if one is not holding any appointment in a reservist army unit, and is just a plain private or lance-corporal, he will definitely laugh his way all the way to the bank, if the army recalls him for reservist, despite his hefty salary. That is because the armed forces will still have to compensate the reservist for the time spent on reservist training, with the same salary as he is getting in his civilian job.
My friend thought over it, and after a while, quipped, "Must be 20K ah? 15K can or not? even 15K I also a long way off ah, but still it's better than the 20K mark"
To which another friend says, "Yea right, as if they would let you off. But no bad what, if they call you despite the 15K. You'll be the 15 Thousand Dollar Storeman, like the 6-Million Dollar Man**..." We just burst out laughing as this friend did the famous sound effects*** of the 6-Million Dollar Man, and said in a serious tone the following,
" The Fifteen Thousand Dollar Storeman...
Slower...
Older...
More Bo-chup."
3) Oh, it so happened it was my friend's senior's birthday. He was just having dinner with another guy friend. And the friend bought the senior a nice little cake (can finish in 3 mouthfuls kind) with a candle on top 
. Well, we did a rousing birthday song for the birthday boy-o in the cafe itself.
4) oh, we also talked about Monty Python's Film "The Holy Grail". We all decided it is a great movie. We remember with fondness the knights who say "Ni!", and the black knight, and the Holy hand grenade of Antioch. One of the friends can actually recite the litany which the priest blessed the Holy grenade before it was used on the killer bunny...
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* oh, apparently the chair is still in use in the university. My friend never brought that chair home with him. Mystery? Coincidence? You decide...
** ok, the fact that we remembered the 6-Million Dollar Man just goes to reveal how old we are at the dinner table. Apologies to the younger generation who never hear of him.
For more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Six_Million_Dollar_Man
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0071054/
*** you can hear the sound here
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
on some funny bits from the Holy Grail...
ARTHUR:
You fight with the strength of many men, Sir Knight.
[pause]
I am Arthur, King of the Britons.
[pause]
I seek the finest and the bravest knights in the land to join me in my court at Camelot.
[pause]
You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?
You make me sad. So be it. Come, Patsy.
ARTHUR:
I have no quarrel with you, good Sir Knight, but I must cross this bridge.
BLACK KNIGHT:
Then you shall die.
ARTHUR:
I command you, as King of the Britons, to stand aside!
ARTHUR:
So be it!
ARTHUR and BLACK KNIGHT:
Aaah!, hiyaah!, etc.
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's left arm off]
ARTHUR:
Now stand aside, worthy adversary.
ARTHUR:
You liar!
BLACK KNIGHT:
Come on, you pansy!
[clang]
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's right arm off]
[kneeling]
We thank Thee Lord, that in Thy mer--
BLACK KNIGHT:
Hah!
[kick]
Come on, then.
ARTHUR:
What?
BLACK KNIGHT:
Have at you!
[kick]
ARTHUR:
Eh. You are indeed brave, Sir Knight, but the fight is mine.
BLACK KNIGHT:
Look, you stupid bastard. You've got no arms left.
[kick]
ARTHUR:
Look, stop that.
BLACK KNIGHT:
Chicken!
[kick]
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's right leg off]
BLACK KNIGHT:
Right. I'll do you for that!
ARTHUR:
What are you going to do, bleed on me?
BLACK KNIGHT:
The Black Knight always triumphs! Have at you! Come on, then.
[ARTHUR chops the BLACK KNIGHT's last leg off]
Oh? All right, we'll call it a draw.
ARTHUR:
Come, Patsy.
BLACK KNIGHT:
Oh. Oh, I see. Running away, eh? You yellow bastards! Come back here and take what's coming to you. I'll bite your legs off!
(taken from http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/scene-04.html)
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The Tale of Sir Robin. So, each of the knights went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark forest of
Bravely bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin.
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways,
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!
He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp,
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken,
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
His head smashed in and his heart cut out
And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged
And his nostrils raped and his bottom burned off
That's-- that's, uh-- that's enough music for now, lads. Heh. Looks like there's dirty work afoot.
Taken from http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/scene-10.html
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We are the Knights Who Say... 'Ni'!
No! Not the Knights Who Say 'Ni'!
(taken from http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/scene-13.html)
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LAUNCELOT:
We have the Holy Hand Grenade.
ARTHUR:
Yes, of course! The Holy Hand Grenade of
MONKS: [chanting]
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem. Pie Iesu domine, dona eis requiem.
ARTHUR:
How does it, um-- how does it work?
LAUNCELOT:
I know not, my liege.
ARTHUR:
Consult the Book of Armaments!
BROTHER MAYNARD:
Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one.
SECOND BROTHER:
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this Thy hand grenade that, with it, Thou mayest blow Thine enemies to tiny bits in Thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin, and the people did feast upon the lambs and sloths and carp and anchovies and orangutans and breakfast cereals and fruit bats and large chu--
MAYNARD:
Skip a bit, Brother.
SECOND BROTHER:
(Taken from http://arago4.tnw.utwente.nl/stonedead/movies/holy-grail/scene-21.html)
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