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Brevity is the soul of wit...
... because ultimately most people have difficulties understanding it
30 March 2010 @ 12:00 am
Yes, it's quotations, not quotes--as in the noun quotations. My English teacher made sure I learnt the difference before university.
Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet, scene ii
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Hamlet, scene ii
Neither a borrower nor a lender be: Polonius, scene iii
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Marcellus, scene iv
Scene 2
brevity is the soul of wit, Polonius, scene ii. (Favourite quotation ever!!! Even though the guy is a doofus)
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't; there's method in his madness Hamlet scene II
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king Hamlet, scene ii
Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet, scene ii
But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Hamlet, scene ii
Neither a borrower nor a lender be: Polonius, scene iii
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Marcellus, scene iv
Scene 2
brevity is the soul of wit, Polonius, scene ii. (Favourite quotation ever!!! Even though the guy is a doofus)
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't; there's method in his madness Hamlet scene II
The play's the thing,
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king Hamlet, scene ii
To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub; (Second favourite quotation!!!)
Get thee to a nunnery Hamlet
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Ophelia
The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Gertrude, scene ii
Hamlet: I am glad of it: a knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear.
The rest is silence. Hamlet, scene ii
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. Horatio, scene ii (AWWW!!!!)
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cold28 March 2010 @ 01:56 am
I thought I've got it all nailed in terms of fashion, functionality, and surviving first year. Granted, I did learn a lot of things during my first 8 months (out of a possible 40 months), I humbly believe that I might still need help. So thank you College Fashion for amazing articles
- Back to School Backpacks (I'm personally a fan of both backpack and totes; I use them equally)
- How to carry your stuff in style
- Wristlets
- Wardrobe Essentials
- Retail Therapy Pick Me Ups
- Daytime Makeup
- Nighttime Makeup
- How to make gradient tights
- College Loungewear
- Flannel Plaids
- Closet Makeover Basics
- What to Wear Night Outfits
- What to Wear to a Holiday Party
- Exam Days
- Accessorize
- Hang out
- Cold Rainy Days
- Workout Outfits
- Top Bras Girls should Own
- Bikinis Ideas
- Exercise in Style
- Closet Cleaning Series
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hopeful12 March 2010 @ 11:18 pm
indifferent06 January 2010 @ 10:05 pm
My disappearance is certainly worrisome. However, I am very much alive--just have different priorities nowadays.
You can find me lurking here:oh and occasionally: Neopets (flaming_devils703)--since I'm such a kid at heart <3
You can find me lurking here:oh and occasionally: Neopets (flaming_devils703)--since I'm such a kid at heart <3
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apathetic17 March 2009 @ 02:35 pm
I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan.
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base '
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, 'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life,wrote a blank check made payable to 'Canada for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation. 'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.
'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan.
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base '
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'
'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. 'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, an said, 'I want to shake your hand.'
Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.
It seemed so little...
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life,wrote a blank check made payable to 'Canada for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'
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distressed