Resurrection's just a whisper from your lips.

He asked you sure it still exists?



Bye bye, Taj Mahal.

Not my patch blanket.

I told her Mummy would not allow.

I never thought I'd feel this way but - I miss the patch blanket, and the noisy fan. The dusty rooms and the old rusty pots and pans. The sewing machine, the moss-filled fish tank. I miss the different smell of incense and looking out onto the green green grass patch. I miss the funky-smelling couch and the old toilet floors. I miss it, unexpectedly.

However, I still want to be there to bai nian.

Perhaps a mistake.

He said even enemies can show respect.

Sometimes, darling, it ain't all about pride or upholding your own dignity. It doesn't all revolve around you every single day. There isn't exactly an absolute heartless person in this whole wide world, I'm sure. Or I'd want to believe. And, I definitely want to believe you aren't.

You've gotta breathe.

Something there.

She sings I wonder why I didn't see it there before.

un⋅ex⋅pect⋅ed [uhn-ik-spek-tid]
–adjective
not expected; unforeseen; surprising: an unexpected pleasure; an unexpected development.

Acurately put.

Oh, Mickey, you're so fine. You're so fine you blow my mind.

Pao sniggered You don't trust anyone, Min Jun.

Oh, Mickey what a pity, you don't understand. I don't have much to say. You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand. Well, congratulations on that. Oh, Mickey you're pretty, can't you understand. You wouldn't know because it's been too long, you see. It's guys like you, baby!

Totally seperate matters.

Wednesdays suck.

He asked what happened to self-preservation, Min Jun?

Almost every night, I battle with the Sloth. There's this whole damned pile of work to do but my body wants rest, and so does my mind actually. I could always sleep the night away, but that'll lead to lecturing from the elders and bad results. Or, I could force myself to do the undesired and to avoid the worst - tears and pain and, ultimately, regret.

I guess I gotta do a little work, out of "self-preservation".

I do hope silence always mean consent.

He shouted drop sail!

- Do you love me, brother? Would you protect me against any enemy?
- The last time you spoke to me like this, you were ten years old and you'd just stolen father's horse. What have

you done now?
- I must show you something.

- Turn us round. Back to Sparta.
- Wait, wait.
- You fool!
- Listen to me.
- Do you know what you've done? Do you know how many years our father worked for peace?
- I love her.
- Ugh! It's all a game to you, isn't it? You roam from town to town bedding merchants' mives and temple mates. And you

think you know something about love. What about your father's love? You spat on him when you brought her on this ]

ship! What about the love for your country? You'll let Troy burn for this woman? I won't let you start a war for her.
- May I speak?... What you say is true - I've wronged you, I've wronged our father. If you want to take Helen back to

Sparta, so be it. But I go with her.
- To Sparta? They'll kill you!
- Then I'll die fighting.
- Oh, and that sounds heroic to you, doesn't it? To die fighting. Tell me, little brother, have you ever killed a man?
- No.
- Ever seen a man die in combat?
- No.
- I've killed man, and I've heard them dying. And I've watched them dying. And there's nothing glorious about it. Nothing

poetic. You say you want to die for love, but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
- All the same, I go with her. I won't ask you to fight my war.
- You already have... To Troy! About ship! Set sail!

Hector never quite replied Paris.