Hi there!
I know I haven't been writing anything latter, I mean I've been writing, (I write everyday...) I just don't post everything...
So I was thinking of a way to make my fellow 'blog-writers', actually write anything at all in this 'oh-so-forsaken-blog', and I came up with the idea to write questions instead of just writing ramdom stuff as I have been so far...
Good idea, hum? (I'm smart... hehehe... and really self-centred... oh well!)
So I will be posting questions here, in the hopes that someone will try to answer, okay?
I'll also be answering them, so that they don't just stand here, alone and abandoned, in case no one cares enough to at least try and answer them...
I'm calling this post: Writer's Blog, so to answer any of the questions, just make a new post and write Writer's Blog Answers in the title of the post! easy!
Let's begin...
1º Writer's Blog
Crepuscular Drama
Everybody is talking abot the new movie "Twilight" movie that will be coming out on the theaters soon. A lot of people are really excited about seeing Bella and Edward on the big screen. Others couldn't care less. Where do you fall on the issue?
Answer: I've only read the first and second books, I loved the first, but the second was a huge disapointment! Besides I don't like the actress that is going to be playing Bella... But I probably will be watching the movie right on the first row on the cinema, because one of by best friends is a bit addicted to it!
2º Write's Blog
Checklist for Eternity
If you could live forever how would you spend your time?
Answer: This is a good question. I would probably spend my time educating myself for the first part of my life. I would travel around the world and learn about different languages and cultures. I would like to gain a lot of experience in life. Then after I was satisfied, I would guide the next generations to come, one after the other. Of course that would be a very lonely and sad life, because I would be able to witness the passing of time and I would see the people I care about age and die. It would probably a life to sad for me...
As the "Queen" said: Who wants to live forever anyway?
3º Writer's Blog
Phobias
Do you have a remarkable phobia? Does your phobia have a large impact on your life?
Answer:
My Phobias: Slight claustrophobia(fear of tight or closed spaces), belonephobia(fear of pins and needles), catoptrophobia(fear of mirrors,- when i wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, believe me, it's scary! ), coulrophobia(fear of clowns- they are not funny! they are scary and i'll kill who ever disagrees!), glossophobia(fear of speaking in public, come on!-who doesn't have this one?), slight heliophobia(fear of the sun, hey!-when it's hot, it's a realistic fear!), iatrophobia(fear of doctors, -scary fellows, hum?), nosocomephobia(fear of hospitals - this isn't exactly a fear, but I don't like them, they smell funny...), ophidiophobia(fear of snakes- they bite!), sociophobia(fear of social evaluation- and any other kind of evaluation, really...), laliophobia(fear of speaking- too much!), and that's about it. Geez... I'm a real chicken, huh?
That's about all the questions for today! It's 3:30 a.m, and when I star having two times the same hour in a day, I get confused... so good night and Write on!
quarta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2008
terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2008
Mental Instability and You!
Never, ever read Hamlet at three a.m...
belive me! you'll end up with stuff like this...
Why did i write about it? why go there?
Who knows?
People who live without soundness in their lives have a severe degree of Mental Instability.
This instability works against them; it deprives them of stableness and causes them to seek for soundness and stableness in their lives. This drive for stability will never end, until their instability disappears, and they are satisfied. This will then cause them to believe either that certain 'bad' things they do aren't 'bad', or 'good' things they do aren't necessarily 'good'.
In Shakespeare's Hamlet, both young Hamlet and his little lady friend Ophelia both end up suffering extreme amounts of mental instability, although Hamlet claims he has a hold on it. Their cases are not unlike many cases today, many people start flipping out when they find out that their father was murdered by their uncle, and then their uncle marries his newly widowed mother, just so he can gain access to the power of being king of Denmark. I know I do, every time it happens. Well, if that doesn't happen to everyone, then I guess I'll have to relate it to Ophelia's "problems".
For starters, she really likes this dude, Hamlet, who's like the coolest guy in the whole world, the only problem is that his dad, or something, died when he was like, five or something, and it drove him to being all crazy and stuff. Now, the crazy isn't that bad, like, Ophelia likes it and all, she always was attracted to eccentrics, but then he started, like, beating her, or yelling at her, or something like that, and that was enough. Her daddy didn't like the way she was being treated, so he decides to find out if Hamlet is really crazy, long story short, Ophelia's daddy ends up hiding in Hamlet's mom's room, and Hamlet runs him through with a sword... Wait, that doesn't happen to real people either!
Well, what is learned from this?
That Shakespeare was crazy, and he took situations that could be settled by civilized means, and decided he was going to kill everybody. I even hear that in one of his plays every character actually does die by the end! What a psycho! I think he's the one with the mental instability.
I'm just kidding, I LOVE Shakespeare! He rocks my world every time i read any of his works!
belive me! you'll end up with stuff like this...
Why did i write about it? why go there?
Who knows?
People who live without soundness in their lives have a severe degree of Mental Instability.
This instability works against them; it deprives them of stableness and causes them to seek for soundness and stableness in their lives. This drive for stability will never end, until their instability disappears, and they are satisfied. This will then cause them to believe either that certain 'bad' things they do aren't 'bad', or 'good' things they do aren't necessarily 'good'.
In Shakespeare's Hamlet, both young Hamlet and his little lady friend Ophelia both end up suffering extreme amounts of mental instability, although Hamlet claims he has a hold on it. Their cases are not unlike many cases today, many people start flipping out when they find out that their father was murdered by their uncle, and then their uncle marries his newly widowed mother, just so he can gain access to the power of being king of Denmark. I know I do, every time it happens. Well, if that doesn't happen to everyone, then I guess I'll have to relate it to Ophelia's "problems".
For starters, she really likes this dude, Hamlet, who's like the coolest guy in the whole world, the only problem is that his dad, or something, died when he was like, five or something, and it drove him to being all crazy and stuff. Now, the crazy isn't that bad, like, Ophelia likes it and all, she always was attracted to eccentrics, but then he started, like, beating her, or yelling at her, or something like that, and that was enough. Her daddy didn't like the way she was being treated, so he decides to find out if Hamlet is really crazy, long story short, Ophelia's daddy ends up hiding in Hamlet's mom's room, and Hamlet runs him through with a sword... Wait, that doesn't happen to real people either!
Well, what is learned from this?
That Shakespeare was crazy, and he took situations that could be settled by civilized means, and decided he was going to kill everybody. I even hear that in one of his plays every character actually does die by the end! What a psycho! I think he's the one with the mental instability.
I'm just kidding, I LOVE Shakespeare! He rocks my world every time i read any of his works!
Another Day In The Amazingly Boring Life Of Sara...
The wind is blowing through my hair even though I’m just walking, my luck is running high, and Journey is playing on the iPod.
Everything is going my way.
Except for one thing, the old stomach is running fumes.
I need to grab a bite real fast, or this good mood will vanish faster than a pair of dark, short waisted, salsa jeans on sales.
There’s only one stop nearby, but it’s guarded by my arch-nemesis.
The licentious harlot seduces me with her chocolate bars, potatoes chips and cookies, I always pay the money kindly, and just as she’s about to let them drop into my hands, she snatches them back, leaving me a poor, broken, starving woman.
But not today, today is my day and no thief will steal it from me.
Yet as soon as I approach, sweat trickles down my forehead, and I involuntarily crush the coin in my hand.
There is no rational reason for such fear, her greeting is cordial enough “Hello, please select the product you’d like.”
I know, however, that behind those friendly words lies a temptress waiting to abscond with my hard-earned money.
But not today, I say to myself, she will not steal today.
We have what we want, need, so why should anything happen, other than a fair trade?
I laugh fear in the face and feed her the money while I choose what to feed myself.
The deal is made; I see her cogs turning, deliverance from hunger at last!
It’s so close; I can almost taste the Chipmix.
But no! She stops and the delectable chocolate covered, deliciously baked cookies hang limply from her clutches, that conniving hag!
My worst fear realized I cast aside all rational thought.
I smack her once, twice, three times.
My heart is racing; I shake her furiously until she gives me what I need.
It is to no avail, the Chipmix dangle limply, silently snickering at me.
She has fooled me once again; my fine day is thrown to the dogs like fat steak.
I crumple before her and weep, though her countenance does not show it, I know she’s laughing at me, mocking me for my foolishness.
Everything is going my way.
Except for one thing, the old stomach is running fumes.
I need to grab a bite real fast, or this good mood will vanish faster than a pair of dark, short waisted, salsa jeans on sales.
There’s only one stop nearby, but it’s guarded by my arch-nemesis.
The licentious harlot seduces me with her chocolate bars, potatoes chips and cookies, I always pay the money kindly, and just as she’s about to let them drop into my hands, she snatches them back, leaving me a poor, broken, starving woman.
But not today, today is my day and no thief will steal it from me.
Yet as soon as I approach, sweat trickles down my forehead, and I involuntarily crush the coin in my hand.
There is no rational reason for such fear, her greeting is cordial enough “Hello, please select the product you’d like.”
I know, however, that behind those friendly words lies a temptress waiting to abscond with my hard-earned money.
But not today, I say to myself, she will not steal today.
We have what we want, need, so why should anything happen, other than a fair trade?
I laugh fear in the face and feed her the money while I choose what to feed myself.
The deal is made; I see her cogs turning, deliverance from hunger at last!
It’s so close; I can almost taste the Chipmix.
But no! She stops and the delectable chocolate covered, deliciously baked cookies hang limply from her clutches, that conniving hag!
My worst fear realized I cast aside all rational thought.
I smack her once, twice, three times.
My heart is racing; I shake her furiously until she gives me what I need.
It is to no avail, the Chipmix dangle limply, silently snickering at me.
She has fooled me once again; my fine day is thrown to the dogs like fat steak.
I crumple before her and weep, though her countenance does not show it, I know she’s laughing at me, mocking me for my foolishness.
quarta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2008
My Favorite Shakespeare Sonnet And Its Translation to Modern English.
By: www.nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/
Translation to modern English
I would not admit that anything could interfere with the union of two people who love each other. Love that alters with changing circumstances is not love, nor if it bends from its firm state when someone tries to destroy it. Oh no, it's an eternally fixed point that watches storms but is never itself shaken by them. It is the star by which every lost ship can be guided: one can calculate it's distance but not gauge its quality. Love doesn't depend on Time, although the rosy lips and cheeks of youth eventually come within the compass of Time's sickle. Love doesn't alter as the days and weeks go by but endures until death. If I'm wrong about this then I've never written anything and no man has ever loved.
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Translation to modern English
I would not admit that anything could interfere with the union of two people who love each other. Love that alters with changing circumstances is not love, nor if it bends from its firm state when someone tries to destroy it. Oh no, it's an eternally fixed point that watches storms but is never itself shaken by them. It is the star by which every lost ship can be guided: one can calculate it's distance but not gauge its quality. Love doesn't depend on Time, although the rosy lips and cheeks of youth eventually come within the compass of Time's sickle. Love doesn't alter as the days and weeks go by but endures until death. If I'm wrong about this then I've never written anything and no man has ever loved.
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