Shakespeare on Facebook

This is pretty damn funny...more so if you've read/know the story of Hamlet.

Click to enlarge, and have a great Monday!

What Doesn't Kill You

I wouldn't usually think to quote Christina Aguilera, but I've had a few friends going through some hard times lately...and her words seem alot better than anything I've been able to say.

I hope that when the sadder, darker chapters of their lives draw to an end, they'll come out singing this:

After all you put me through
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end, I want to thank you
'Cause you made me that much stronger

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know, just how capable
I am to pull through
So I want to say thank you

'Cause it
Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter;
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter

True though isn't it?
It seems to be alot of the bad things that happen to people which help shape the good things in them...

I Never...And I Have

I doubt anyone cares, but RTV and JS tagged me...and I'm kinda happy to do this since I'm procrastinating as usual. Here goes:

I've never...

1) Watched The Matrix

2) Had a myspace profile

3) Finished homework comfortably before a deadline

4) Been committed to a sport

5) Been to Amsterdam (yet)

6) Had my heart broken

7) Cried in front of friends (Even my best friend hasn't seen me cry - ever)

8) Properly yelled/confronted/physically attacked someone

9) Had someone I love die

10) Eaten anything that would belong on the second challenge of Fear Factor


But I have...

1) Bungee Jumped

2) Been on a helicopter

3) Fallen flat on my face in front of someone I was attracted to (oh, the shame)

4) Been proposed to

5) Been interviewed on BBCworld

6) Made friends with old people in the supermarket or on the bus

7) Stayed up all night just talking on the phone

8) Sat in the middle of a road late at night, usually eating.

9) Done things I'm not going to tell anyone about

10) Been taken to hospital by water ambulance in Venice

11) Worn suspenders and lacy hold ups - only once though!

Liberty

Give me your slurred, your spent, your lonely masses yearning to breathe free.

Give me your speed, your crack, your mary j.

Give me your soul.

And we'll be the generation they wept for.

Obama: The Facebook Fashion

I had decided I wasn't going to contribute to the numerous posts about Barack Obama, but I can no longer hold my peace.

I'm tired of seeing his name on almost every facebook status update:


So while I of course agree that it's interesting (not to mention pivotal and of symbolical significance) for America to have a black (well, half black) president, I find it just a bit weird how excited a bunch of non (and even anti) americans are getting over it!

If you think his policies are great and you care about the world, or you simply admire him, then yeah, I see how you could be excited, that's cool.
But there are people - mainly us silly kids - who seem to get caught up in all the hype without even knowing what it's really about. Which is irritating.
I don't want to come across as being self righteous or anything, but surely it's a bit ridic to be jumping up and down screaming 'Obama Obama' when you don't even know what he really stands for or what he actually plans to do for America (I know the majority of you haven't checked out his policy or even listened to his speeches!) - and in fact, most of you don't even care about America! All you know is that he's black - which must mean he represents every single minority group, so whoohoo, go us. Oh and a bunch of celebrities seem to like him.

Since when did politics become quite so fashionable?

I'm just saying, like him for the right reasons, that's all. Not because he makes a supposedly cool, intelligent sounding facebook status.

But hey, who am I to preach?
After all, I, too, have my very own supposedly cool, intelligent sounding status:

My Saucy Romance Fiction

Why is that inspiration only seems to come when you have a million other things to do?

Instead of writing an essay on Alexander Pope, I'm writing a Mills&Boonesque romance novella.

And I'm loving it.

This is the most fun I've had since I figured out how to melt chocolate.

It all came about after watching a rather wonderful drama on BBC about romance novels (here's a bit more if you're interested)...and now I'm writing my own.
Not seriously, of course, but just for the sheer fun of it. Because it really is a good laugh.

I'm getting quite caught up in the fictional life of my prim heroine Alexandra and the torment of her secret love for the carefree, spirited David (perhaps we need a slightly more romantic name?). It's liberating to write something silly and stupid - to not care about the language I use or the style I adopt. It's fun, it's great escapism, and it goes something like this:

"...Alexandra was reading quietly on the bench, a slender porcelain leg crossed neatly over the other, her pencil skirt carefully tugged at the hem to cover any offensive overexposure of knees. She appeared cool and unconcerned, but the close observer would notice the care with which she turned her pages, the tilt of her chin, the upright poise of her shoulders, the deft flicker of eyes above the brim of her book; her acute self awareness.
Indeed, Alexandra was feeling incredibly self-conscious. She was not actually reading, but feigning interest in her book simply in attempt to mask her discomfort. She disliked waiting intensely. But actually, she mused to herself, it wasn’t waiting she disliked, it was waiting for him.

‘Still reading your little poems, Lexi?’

Alexandra turned around startled, annoyed at the slow flush that was creeping up her cheeks. Behind her stood David, one hand in his pocket, the other carelessly playing with an apple, which she presumed was soon to be his breakfast.

‘They’re not my 'little' poems, David’, she retorted crossly, racking her brains for a more scathing retort. She hated how he could make her lose her composure with a mere sentence.

‘I’m only teasing, let’s have a look,’ he said playfully, sitting beside her and reaching for the book.

‘No’, she said, snapping the book shut and swiftly tucking it into her handbag.
‘I’ve got things to do, so let’s get this over with..."
(If you'd like to know what happens next, do ask)

It's not good quality, and it sure as hell isn't of any literary value.

But boy, is it fun.