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Hamlet Podcast (act ll scene l&ll)

Act ll Scene l

Polonius: Nattanun
Reynaldo: Patthita
Ophelia: Phatjanant
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Act ll Scene ll
Hamlet: Patthita
Polonius: Phatjanant
King: Nattanun
http://www.mediafire.com/?ydnti8pp58ioj2d

Ps. In scene ll, you have to use QuickTime in order to hear the podcast.

Hamlet

1.The play makes me feel like I want to read it more and more. It is fill mystery and questions that can be answer by reading it page by page. It made me think of how Hamlet's father die. If he was murdured, then who kill him? This play kept having me more and more into it.

 

2. a. Hamlet's father was dead. I could feel it. It was hard to get over yet his mother is remarrying. I couldn't live like that life. If I happen to be in that situation, I won't be able to stand strong for myself. It's like I have to deal with this alone. My father is dead, and mother is leaving. So I have no one.

 

b. Ophelia fell in love for the first time. Well first love is first love. We need advice from someone who is close to us. So we decided to go tell our siblings first of course. And... they don't agree with us. They don't think that he or she could protect us or that he or she is crazy. So we have to let go. Those who live before us will surely have more experience. So I better be listening to them rather than argue with them. Since when we fall in love, we can't really see our lovers' flaw, but others can.

 

c. When those guards and Horatio saw the ghost, that was creepy. I would freak out if I saw one. The main thing is that I won't freak out if it's my friend's-look-alike-father. I would definitely go tell my friend about it. It is a very serious matter because the ghost seems to be telling something.

 

3. Individual words made me more confuse. It uses old writing English language. But some words look like the words I use to hear. So I had my dictionary on hand.

 

4. The fact that Shakespear leave Hamlet's father dying without any reason is quite disturbing. I want to know. Everything had to happens for a reason. Not just the king died and that's all. The most annoying thing is that Hamlet's mother is remarried to her own husband's brother. That's just wrong. Why don't Denmark have a more constructive and strick rules which applies for everybody? Why don't anyone say anything?

Spectator Sport: The True Self

          Stand at this place is quite unusual. It makes your heart beats faster and harder. The sweats start rolling down on my wet forehead and into my dry mouth. Tasting a little salty, I wipe those off and try to concentrate... hard. I mellow my hands and arms by massaging it. I breathe with nervousness and try to shake it all off. Still I let it get the best of me.

          But wait, there she is standing near the big, grandiose entrance door. With her favorite drinks on her big hands, she tells me to get some. I take it to satiate my thirst and I notice that her thick eyebrows become narrowed. I ask her, "What's the matter?" She questions me back, "there are still two sets, can you really make it?" I reply confidently, "yes." I could see that that worried woman seems to be hesitating, but I stubbornly do not care. Then the tired me decide to proceed into the court. I take a deep breath for the last time and use my red shirt to wipe off all the salty sweats. I was only half-conscious.

          In just a blink, the fast, sudden ball comes. I try to bump in the correct posture, but I fail. It knocks me down to the hard floor. Then, the blonde-hair, blue-eyes girl tries to help me up. I'm too tired to hesitate. All the negative thoughts come to me. What will happen if I lose? Why this American Barbie helped me? Is she trying to bring me down again? But all of my worst thoughts disappear when the 'fake' she tells me to go on. Her actions are dubious that I don't quite understand, but still I catch her hand. It is such an uncool of me to let my 'beloved' enemy to help me. I feel humiliated for being weak and stupid.

          Just when I think that she is amicable and lovely, I catch a glimpse of her cunning smirk. I know her game now, but still I try to not to notice it. She knows that my weakness and she also knows that my strength is running out. I am about to cry at how pathetic I look right now, but I cannot simply do that. I can't afford to win nor to lose. All I know is that she is playing 'games' with me. I don't really mind because I know just how to end the 'games'.

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