So, this is one of my English Submissions. Thought I’d lay it out here. Got an A+ on it, hope you like it :D 

What do you do when your teacher tells you to wither write a love story like Shakespeare would have done it, or an essay about endangered species?  Of course you choose the task about species! No one can live up to the name of William Shakespeare; he couldn’t even do it himself! Shakespeare is a myth, a mystery. We know so much about him, and yet so little… how on earth am I supposed to be able to write a love story like his? I could probably sit down, and come up with some heartbroken story about never-ending love between two people who can’t have each other. I would place them in a modern society… no, when I think about it, I would place them in a Middle-Eastern society. They would live in a distant village, where the old men make the rules, and the women stay in the kitchen. The love between the main characters would be the same as the one Shakespeare preached about, and the story would build up to a climax, where the two lovebirds have to tell their parents about each other, because she’s pregnant, and when her parents find out, they’ll kill them; simple as that. But then again, when Shakespeare lived, there were no honorary murders, no “women’s rights”.  I bet Shakespeare never sat down and wondered about the women, who have to obey their husband and stay in the kitchen… and that’s why I’ve chosen to talk about: “THE ENDANGERED ANIMALS OR SPECIES!”

When you’ve come to this conclusion, you have another problem: What animal or specie could you talk about? And it can’t just be any animal, no-no-no! It has to be an endangered one! Wow, someone was in a fun mood when they made these tasks. I can picture Mr Whatshisname sitting there, behind his big, oak-desk; evil smile on his face. He turns toward his colleague of evilness, Mr Butterbottom, as he enters the room. “Butterbottom, Butterbottom, look at this! Look at this Butterbottom! BUTTERBOTTOM  LOOK!!!” Mr Whatshisname’s nostrils are big, his pulse high. He’s so full of eager! “Butterbottom look! I’m making the tasks for tomorrow’s school writing. It’s going to be hilarious. They have to write like Shakespeare… Like Shakespeare!!! AHAHAHAHAHHA!!! We have to put up hidden cameras, so we can see their faces! Come on Edward, let’s have some fun! Let’s look at those silly, young faces, when they realise what I’ve done!” And then they laugh an evil, cruel laugh, and burst into flames, and go back to hell where they’re from…

Okay, okay, I know… I’m just trying to talk my way around it. The truth is I just don’t know what to talk about. There are so many species to talk about; tigers, birds, bears… you have endless options! Which kind of makes me feel like a kid in a toy-store; I don’t want to choose one animal or specie, because I don’t want to “hurt” the others… silly me.

This actually reminds me of something I read last summer; the Italian people are dying! Not the inhabitants of Italy, but the true, original Italians. It has something to do with the high amount of asylum seekers, and the illegal inhabitants. They “mix up” with the real Italians, and soon there won’t be no more true Mafia left. It’s a sad, sad story…

What I just don’t get is all the talk about these endangered animals. I mean, sure, it’s sad that they’re “leaving”. Some of them are important for us. But stop talking, and act instead! If you’re not ready to act, then shut up! Oh, and for God’s sake, don’t try to erase our mistakes by making new ones!

“Survival of the Fittest” or “The Fittest of Survivals”. If you don’t adapt, you don’t survive. That’s how simple it is. The ice bear is dying. He can’t adapt to the changing weather. Now all the sudden, people are talking about moving ice bears to Antarctica?! Like that’s going to help. The ice bears will eat the penguins, which will stop eating the fish, which will stop eating something else, and in the end, the world will go under anyway. Besides, the ice bears won’t die. We have loads of them in Zoo’s around the world…

L.A.B

T-Race

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LOL. Just found out that my twin sister’s friend thought that i listened to Beethoven, or Mozart, just because im a “nerd”. He got a chock when he came to our house, and found me with the volume at its highest, and a playlist filled with AC/DC, Green Day, Guns’n’Roses and Eminem x] What can i say, i like to make an impression :P

Surprises me a bit though; You see, me and my sister are total opposites at some points. For example in our dress style. She’s very … girly, whilst i’m more.. different. I like changes. That means that i one day can wear a black leather skirt, a black top, and you know, play it “real emo-style”. Next day, i can wear a white dress, and jeans, and be sooooo sweet. But what can i say? I like to stand out from the crowd. I know people think I’m weird. Heck, even some of my friends think that. But whats the point in looking like everybody else? 

Anyway, my sisters friend got really surprised when he found out what music i listen to. Funny how you can now people for a long time, and still dont know them, huh? 

That reminds me of the beginning of “The Art of Getting By”:

We live alone. We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion.

Is that really true? I mean, do we really live alone? Or on the other hand, do we ever really live together. In a metaphorical way of speaking? Sure, we share the same house, we live in the same country, the same planet, but do we ever really know everyone else? Do we ever really know ourselves? 

I believe that everyone has different sides to them; different ways of acting and behaving when we’re around people. I’m not the same with my friends, as i am with my parents, or my teachers. We all have different roles to play. And I explore different sides to myself as i get older, sides i didn’t know i had. Sides that i get to know because I live with other people, sides that are explored because i interact with other human beings, and see how they act, how they behave, and how they interact.  

But those sides have always been there, right? They’ve always been a part of me, even though I’ve never actually shown them to anyone. 

My point is, when I die, have i explored every side of myself? Is there more aspects of me, which I haven’t explored? Have I just scratched the surface, or have i actually reached the bottom of my seemingly endless pages of personalities?

Is life together just an illusion, do we ever really know other people? And if so, how can we truly live together if we never really know each other? If we never really know ourselves? 

As for the “die alone”: if you believe what i wrote up there, the answer would be easy; if you dont live together, how can you die together? But if you believe that our lives together, is more than just an illusion, that it’s more than just shallow interactions, do we actually die alone, or..?

I mean, even though we die surrounded by our beloved ones, surrounded by everything we care about and have worked for, the death in itself, is a lonely action. Its an isolated journey, and even though our family and friends watch us leave, they dont follow us. They stay, we leave; alone. 

What about the illusion of life then? Is everything we do just imaginary, something we do to convince ourselves of our presence? 

We say that some people live in an illusion; live in their own world, with no knowledge about the real world. But who are we to dismiss their world, their thoughts and beliefs? As far as I’m concerned, we, the majority, may be living the illusion. How do we know that we’re the ones who are right?

Immanuel Kant, a German man who lived in the late 1700th century, was an epistemological philosopher. Epistemology is about knowledge, about what knowledge is, and about how we know what we know. 

With this in mind, Kant said something I find very interesting: “Das Ding an Sich”, meaning “The thing in itself”. Kant meant that we can never know anything about the thing in itself, we can only know about it as we see and perceive it. We can see that the apple is green, we can taste that its sour, but we can never actually know that it is green and sour. That is just how we see and explore it.  

Do you have any thought about this? What do you believe? 

L.A.B

-T-race

Beauty… Thats a tough one, huh? What is beauty? Is it the looks only, or the inside too? Whats most important; inner or outer beauty? and what is outer beauty anyway? What do we find appealing in a person? 

I dont think we can ever get to a conclusion for those questions; there will always be someone who disagree. 

I have to be completely honest; I believe both inner- and outer beauty is important. At least when I look at boys. I dont think I can have a boyfriends, unless i think he’s pretty. I dont think i could get together with someone, based on his inner beauty only. On the other hand, i couldn’t be with someone, if he was a total jerk; if he only cared about himself and his. 

What pissses me of tough, is those girls, with loads of make-up, tight clothes, all of them looking like clones from one “queen-bitch”-girl. They’re sitting there, putting on make-up with their mobile make-up cabinet, talking about how outer beatuy doesn’t matter, about how little they care about their outer, and how lame it is for people like me to say that the outer actually count. IF YOU DIDN’T CARE YOU WOULDN’T BE WEARING SO MUCH FOUNDATION THAT IT LOOKS LIKE SAHARA WENT ON A TRIP TO ANTARCTICA… bitch!!!

Ohh, and while I’m already talking about those irritating teenage-girls, why dont we take a look at the hate-comments on blogs… what’s the point?!

I’ve read hate-comments on different blogs, people telling how lame this or that blog is, how wrong this or that person is, or how ugly the blogger is. IF YOU DONT LIKE THE BLOG, FUCK OFF! NO ONE FORCES YOU TO READ IT… bitch!!!

Why have problems, if you can walk around them. I dont like octopus. I think it tastes awefull, and it’s like chewing on an eraser. You dont see me spending hours and hours on the sea, trying to capture the biggest octopus ever seen, just so i can eat it in front of you all, telling how extremely disgusting it is. Why do you?

L.A.B

-T-race

Life sucks. Theres not much you can do about it. 

“Life isn’t about the number of breaths you take, its the moments that takes your breath away”

That reminds me, for some odd reason, why does extremely hot DiCaprio/Damon/Tatum-ish guys only appear in movies? You know, the happily-ever-after, youre-the-one-for-me, we’re-soulmates-and-i-love-you-kinda guy, with sixpack and triceps and biceps and brains and looks and everything. 

OK, i know i have some serious reallity-problems, but, hey! Cant a girl have her dreams? (well, not if its about murdering the President, or if its about basing your dream on a prince on a white horse, with a sword without a carry permits..That would just be wrong…) 

Anyway, i blame Hollywood for our (yes, i just added you into my problems) guy-problems. Hollywood gives girls (I am the master of generalization!!!) these huge expectations for men (need i say more?) 

Not that there aren’t men who give you red flowers, and pull out your chair, and are real gentlemen, those guys just often happen to play for the wrong team, if you know what i mean…

Dont get me wrong here, this isn’t some blame-it-on-the-guys-thingy. I mean, pornmovies give guys just as hige expectations for girls, sooo…

Anyway, if there’s something i hate, its when girls blame everything on the guys, or make themselves look as the victim; last year, we had a discussion in my class, about men. Are men worse parents than women? Does women make better parents than men? 

I have to say, i was utterly disappointed when i saw the results. I was the only girl in my class who disagreed with the allegations, along with a couple of the boys. 

All the others thought that women by nature were better parrents than men. That the man often chickend-out, and the women had to raise the child alone. Bullshit!

I knew this girl once. Her mother was an alcoholic, she lived at home at the age of 40, and she let her father beat her daugher (my friend). Here, the mother clearly was on the wrong side. The father had tried to get custody of the child, but the mother fought it as hell. Another woman I knew left her two boy’s with their father, and took of with some random sociopath. 

My point is, women are just as bad parrents as men. We have just as many problems, just as many issues as men does. When women fought for their rights at the 60s and 70s, they fought for equality. They said that women were no different from men, that we could establish the same at work. What’s the difference at home? Who says that the man cant raise a child on his own, jsut because he doesn’t have boobs? 

Your opinion? 

L.A.B

-T-race

I realized i have waaayyyy too high expectations about guys, and i blame Hollywood. I mean, come on; no one can measure up to DiCaprio, Damon or Sommerhalder. They’re just too damn pretty. But then again, no girl can match the pornstars, so, i guess we’re even. 

Anyway, have you ever seen Batman Begins? Not the old version, the new one, with Christian Bale (who, BTW, also is one of the reasons i don’t have a boyfriend..) and Morgan Freeman? You remember Ra’s al Ghul’s line: 

To conquer fear, you must become fear. You must bask in the fear of other men. And men fear most what they cannot see. You have to become a terrible thought. A wraith. You have to become an idea! Feel terror cloud your senses. Feel its power to distort.. to control. And know that this power can be yours. Embrace your worst fears. Become one with the darkness

I thought a bit about that; To conquer fear, you must become fear. Bullshit, right? or..?

You know, i get the idea. To conquer your fear, you must understand it, you must know what its about; when i was a kid, i saw Lord of the Rings 3. I couldn’t sleep for months after that, i was so afraid. My mom tried to tell me that it was just a movie, and blah blah blah, and yet, I was still afraid to go to the bathroom alone. Untill I saw the “behind the scenes” of the film. I saw the actors, not the characters; I saw the set of Mordor, not the actual Mordor; and i saw the animations, not the …things… anyway, what i mean is, that when i saw, when i understood, my “fear” i could think rational about it, and i got over it. Not that i think i have to become fat, just to learn “conquer” it properly o.O 

L.A.B

-T-race