La Copie Final de This I Believe

One of my favorite things to do is add to my music collection. Give me advice about my hair, my clothes and I'll blow you off, but I'll pretty much let you shove music down my throat. Jazz, Hip Hop, Reggae, R&B, Indie, Rock, and Classical tunes may steal through my thoughts at any given time in spontaneous burst of lyrics and beats. Alternative, Blues, Country, Show tunes, Funk, Techno, Gospel, Opera, and Metal have taken up residence in my MP3 player, and music itself lives in my heart. It may be poetry merged with instrumentals, or either one standing alone, but there is one thing it almost always is, moving.
I love my playlists, they reflect my most common moods. When I'm just chilled out I listen to anything and everything. 3 Doors Down, Jay-Z, Bach, Sugarland, Ray Charles, and Anthony Hamilton may be the first 15 minutes of my music fix. If I'm mad then my seething silence is canceled out by the screams of some Alternative or Metal band. When I'm trying to calm down or get to sleep the first few seconds of Memories form Cats the Broadway Musical or a little Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy is like a tranquillizer to me. When I'm down there's always country in my headphones.
My dad took me down to Savannah sometime last year. I don't remember when, I don't remember where we stayed. I do remember the old man with the guitar and the "white boy who sang Drift Away better then the Doobie Brother's" as my grandma called him. I remember that it was midnight and we were down by the river in the little walking town and anybody who came within earshot stopped and listened. I can't even begin to describe to you the magic that charged the air.
I can't help getting that faraway look in my eyes when my Zune drifts into the sulky sounds of Brooks and Dunn's Better All the Time and when Andrea Bocceli and Sarah Brightman's Time to Say Goodbye floats through my headphones I always picture a moonlight night in Italy. Lauren Hills' That Thing always gets me singing along and anything by 3 Days Grace or anything at all with a ferocious beat and irate lyrics tears down any rage I've built up. I believe in the therapeutic powers of music.

I can't control er' much longer cap'ain!!!

I believe that I am in control of my actions, but not some of the things that my actions set into motion. I could wear shorts and tank tops during a blizzard, but then I would freeze to death. I could choose to buy an expensive diamond ring, but if I don't have the money for it I'd be screwed. Some things take a little longer to go beyond your control like if you were to set a fire, you could easily extinguish it up to a certain point. I can control my actions but I cannot control my life and I can be manipulated. We manipulate each other all the time, we can make each other happy, we piss each other off, we make each other cry, and we make each other laugh, we could end each others' lives. Envoking emotion is the simplest and most common form of control and manipulation. That's why so many things play to our emotions. Our needs also control us. I could decide to run away, but with no money, food, or shelter I'd become controlled by my survival instincts. You're influenced by your environment and DNA whether you choose to rebel against them or succumb to them. Either way you are reacting to their influence. You can do whatever you want, but you cannot control, nor can you ever know what will happen next. You live dangerously everytime you make a choice.

Battle Royale Symbology

The prostitute is America and the American dream, she wears red, white, and blue make up and has the American flag tattooed on her stomach. She is naked, she seems to be very easily obtained, but she dances around the room just out of their reach. The boxing match represents black on black violence. The blind folds they put on the black boxers are white, symbolizing the white mans' misguidance and blinding of the blacks and the way they turned them against each other. The electrified ring of money represents freedom. They spread coins on the mat, then electrify it and tell the black men to go get it. The money is right there and is obtainable, but not without pain. Then it turns out that the money is fake. Similarly, when slavery ended supposedly the slaves were free, but if they acted freely they were punished, their supposed freedom felt like a mirage, or maybe even like they'd been given worthless money. The final speech symbolizes the humiliation the blacks faced and the way they seemed to cower to the white man. This story symbolizes the life of the post Civil War negro.

A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings

I think the old man was human, he was just a victim of misfortune. He was obviously in terrible health when they found him and his wings were infested with parasites.
"The doctor who took care of the child couldn’t resist the temptation to listen to the angel’s heart, and he found so much whistling in the heart and so many sounds in his kidneys that it seemed impossible for him to be alive." Things for him were bad, then they got worse when he was turned into a circus display, but in the end they got better when his feathers grew back and he learned to fly again.

Cathedral

This is the perfect ending for this story because in the end "Bub" helps the blind man to "see" the cathedral and the blind man in turn helps Bub to experience being blind. Bub also gets over his phobia of blind people.

This I Believe Essay

One of my favorite things to do is add to my music collection. Give me advice about my hair, my clothes and I'll blow you off, but I'll pretty much let you shove music down my throat. Jazz, Hip Hop, Reggae, R&B, Indie, Rock, and Classical tunes may steal through my thoughts at any given time in spontaneous burst of lyrics and beats. Alternative, Blues, Country, Show tunes, Funk, Techno, Gospel, Opera, and Metal have taken up residence in my MP3 player, and music itself lives in my heart. It may be poetry merged with instrumentals, or either one standing alone, but there is one thing it almost always is, moving.
I love my playlists, they reflect my most common moods. When I'm just chilled out I listen to anything and everything. 3 Doors Down, Jay-Z, Bach, Sugarland, Ray Charles, and Anthony Hamilton may be the first 15 minutes of my music fix. If I'm mad then my seething silence is canceled out by the screams of some Alternative or Metal band. When I'm trying to calm down or get to sleep the first few seconds of Memories form Cats the Broadway Musical or a little Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy is like a tranquillizer to me. When I'm down there's always country in my headphones.
My dad took me down to Savannah sometime last year. I don't remember when, I don't remember where we stayed. I do remember the old man with the guitar and the "white boy who sang Drift Away better then the Doobie Brother's" as my grandma called him. I remember that it was midnight and we were down by the river in the little walking town and anybody who came within earshot stopped and listened. I can't even begin to describe to you the magic that charged the air.
I can't help getting that faraway look in my eyes when my Zune drifts into the sulky sounds of Brooks and Dunn's Better All the Time and when Andrea Bocceli and Sarah Brightman's Time to Say Goodbye floats through my headphones I always picture a moonlight night in Italy. Lauren Hills' That Thing always gets me singing along and anything by 3 Days Grace or anything at all with a ferocious beat and irate lyrics tears down any rage I've built up. I believe in the therapeutic powers of music.

Couple-o-Quotes

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go, things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together
-Marilyn Monroe

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.
-Angela Monet

Success is not a result of spontaneous combustion, you must set yourself on fire.
-Arnold H. Glasow

Give me a firm place to stand and I will move the Earth.
-Archimedes

I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high. Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes. Now I see the world as a candy store, with a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore...
-Pink, God is a DJ

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice, and she said:
"We are all just prisoners here,
Of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast,
They stabbed it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door,
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before,
"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive,
You can check out anytime you like... but you can never leave"
-The Eagles, Hotel California

The more generous we are,
the more joyous we become.

The more cooperative we are,
the more valuable we become.

The more enthusiastic we are,
the more productive we become.

The more serving we are,
the more prosperous we become.

The more outgoing we are,
the more helpful we become.

The more curious we are,
the more creative we become.

The more patient we are,
the more understanding we become.

The more persistent we are,
the more successful we become.
- William Arthur Ward

Nobody can be exactly like me. Even I have trouble doing it.
-Tallulah Bankhead