My obsession with exclamation marks and smily faces

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You might or might not have noticed but I’m somewhat a Grammar Nazi (GN), I shriek at the sight of a misspelling in my posts and I have have to correct it ASAP, but sometimes I have this urge to punch in one or three more ‘!’ than necessary and to insert quite a few of those smiley expressions at one time just to show how much I enjoyed a post, for example: I didn’t just like but I loved loved those photos Daphne had posted of her trip in Malaysia, but the Grammar Nazi in me suppressed the impulse to over do it. Speaking from experience, while on the internet it is much harder to discern someone’s reaction to a post or a comment, oh they’d type it out for you plain and straight alright, but often there’s hardly any emotion, any vibes to be felt at all (unless they make it very clear). Exclamation marks (even a single one) and smiley faces sets this tone to what you’ve said, to me it says: Awesome, good stuff, dude!

What I, or anyone else, may have to say might sound different to each other, i.e give the wrong impression. Joey will playfully joke no-harm-intended about Priscella’s new pink socks and think himself mighty clever but

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Prissy might take it another way completely, the wrong way. And that’s bad really really bad because she’s a black belt, a cop and has a temper of a bull in one of those runs in Spain. Now she stops talking to him, doesn’t visit his blog, and if she does it’s only to drop snide comments, all for the sake of a pair of stupid pink socks (for the love of all things holy, don’t tell her I said that), mostly because she misread the message what he meant to send across. I don’t know what happened to him. I’m too scared to find out.

Yes, I’m a Grammar Nazi who loves !!! and :) :D :P and I shall celebrate! Party over my place, ha ha just kidding :P But mostly out of politeness I restrain myself especially when I comment on blogs I’m not too familiar with. Sometimes I put my heart into a comment on one of my favourite blogs, only to be replied with a short flat something, I’m not saying I expect people to exclaim away or telling anyone how to write but more enthusiasm is encouraging, I know that sometimes replying is not that simple depending on what a reader has written, but I’m just saying.

Sometimes I wonder Is there malice or sarcasm behind his/her words or sincere interest? I wouldn’t know, that is unless I know her personally and am privy to her attitude, so what I’ve decided to do is to take what I read at face value because it can be such a waste of time reading between the lines for hidden meanings when in reality there isn’t any (well, okay most of the time but not all of the time).

I’ve been wanting to write this for a good time now and it’s like a mini weight off of my chest. Everybody knows at least one Grammar Nazi, what do you think of us? I’d like to believe that a majority of GNs would be in Ravenlclaw, do you think so too? Any who, that’s all and done, now I’ve got some revision to catch up with. On a random note, what do you guys think about environmental law? I’m considering it …

G’night or Morning where ever you are ;)

Devina

Poem: Now I see her …

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Sombre eyes stared back at me

They belonged to a lovely face

That once shone with a brilliance

of a thousand blazing suns, now

Void of laughter and sunshine smiles

Mapped with lines of unease and exhaustion

The raven tress hung limply,

Almost lifeless and dull without its glossy sheen

Sparkling saline stars spilled forth gently from troubled dark pools

A gleaming trail along the soft pale cheeks

The swell of disappointment gained momentum

Washing over the sorrowful beauty,

I felt it too

Faded painted lips clasped between trembling teeth

More stars fell, now like torrential rain

I felt them too

Her face changed with each tear that fell

Colours, features all mixed up

Distorted, but she still did not see

Her face no longer bore resemblance of what it once was

But I knew what I saw as

I looked down into the secret pond

My reflection

- Devina S.

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At 92, Movie Bootlegger Is Soldiers’ Hero| NYTimes.com

Hyman Strachman, 92, has sent hundreds of thousands of illicitly copied movies to troops in Iraq and Afghanistan. Source:NYCTimes.com. Image removed for copyright avoidance purposes.

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One of the world’s most prolific bootleggers of Hollywood DVDs loves his morning farina. He has spent eight years churning out hundreds of thousands of copies of “The Hangover,” “Gran Torino” and other first-run movies from his small Long Island apartment to ship overseas.

“Big Hy” — his handle among many loyal customers — would almost certainly be cast as Hollywood Enemy No. 1 but for a few details. He is actually Hyman Strachman, a 92-year-old, 5-foot-5 World War II veteran trying to stay busy after the death of his wife. And he has sent every one of his copied DVDs, almost 4,000 boxes of them to date, free to American soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan.

With the United States military presence in those regions dwindling, Big Hy Strachman will live on in many soldiers’ hearts as one of the war’s more shadowy heroes.

“It’s not the right thing to do, but I did it,” Mr. Strachman said, acknowledging that his actions violated copyright law.

“If I were younger,” he added, “maybe I’d be spending time in the hoosegow.”

Capt. Bryan Curran, who recently returned from Afghanistan, estimated that from 2008 to 2010, Mr. Strachman sent more than 2,000 DVDs to his outfits there.

“You’re shocked because your initial image is of some back-alley Eastern European bootlegger — not an old Jewish guy on Long Island,” Captain Curran said. “He would time them with the movie’s release — whenever a new movie was just in theaters, we knew Big Hy would be sending us some. I saw ‘The Transformers’ before it hit the States.”

Jenna Gordon, a specialist in the Army Reserve, said she had handed out even more of Mr. Strachman’s DVDs last year as a medic with the 883rd Medical Company east of Kandahar City, where soldiers would gather for movie nights around personal computers, with mortar blasting in the background. Some knew only that the discs came from some dude named Big Hy; others knew not even that.

“It was pretty big stuff — it’s reconnecting you to everything you miss,” she said. “We’d tell people to take a bunch and pass them on.”

- New York Times

Wait! There’s more, click over on to At 92, Movie Bootlegger Is Soldiers’ Hero – NYTimes.com to read the entire article. I think that it’s sweet. A WW2 vet bent over a desktop ripping thousands of DVDs to ship over to the troops in the Mid East, it gives them something better to look at than the scenery.

Submission #26 – Create A World Writing Contest

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Chaos is a Child

by An Evil Nymph

 

I was blind.

At least, that’s what they all thought.

When I was born, the horrified cry of my mother greeted me before I could even taste human air. My father was yelling at the nurses.

“Get it out! At once!”

I never saw them again.

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Wait a second there weight

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I’m going to be honest and say that I’m self conscious about my body weight (amongst a few other things), a lot of people are. Why am I so worried that I don’t have a flat tummy like the other girls or like the models in the magazines? I thought that people would love me more, nobody likes a fat kid, I mean those women look beautiful, slim, graceful and lithe. Society has painted this picture that skinny or slim women are beautiful and desirable and I was mesmerized by the pretty colours and wanted to be in that painting.

There was a point in my life, around 7th grade, that I began to eat less and less (I did not stop eating at together) and exercised more than I should when I should have gotten more sleep instead. I got my results, I dropped a few pounds, yippie, though I felt much weaker physically and mentally. The dreaded pounds caught up with me again after a while and by now I was just frustrated and more self conscious than before.

I read a lot, all kinds of books with all kind of stories and information and lessons the authors have learned over their years. I can’t remember exactly what I had read or what I had seen on television that had snagged my attention. The question was why was it important to be skinny? I stated my reasons above. But it got me thinking, is it important what people thought about me if I was fat? Shouldn’t it be about the person who I am inside? I could lose weight and gain it all back again  but the person who I am will not change. Skinny does not necessarily mean smart or, as I’ve come to accept, beautiful or even healthy. Continue reading

As I look up and into the sky tonight, I see her …

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She is the High Queen of the night’s sky

The stars at her beck and call

The ruler of our seas and oceans, the tides obeying her whims

A silent sentinel, watching us from above

She often lurks behind the curtains of darkness

Her crescent is like delicate china,

That would shatter with the slightest touch

At her monthly prime,

Her brilliant white light shines through

Starless nights like a beacon out at sea

Guiding us, the wondering vessels,

To our peaceful places in our minds

I often wonder what she sees when she looks down

To the Earth upon which she’d never laid her dainty feet

As she prefers to look from her lofty seat

~ Devina S.

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Expectations, depression and a little about my life

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Do you know how difficult it is to life up to expectations? Of course you do, who doesn’t? My family is counting on me to become a doctor, fine, no problem, I shall endure boot-camp with Chemistry and Maths courses. I’d like to be one, a doctor, I have for the longest while but I’m not really sure if that what I’m meant to do in life but I won’t know until I try, right? So I will, I’m going to bust my butt to try to get into Cambridge or another good college.

We have a little family business, that my siblings and cousins and I are expected to continue to run and improve and being somewhat the eldest I’m expected to get serious, I’ve already got my fingers in the familial pie and I will do my darned best. My family has worked too hard for everything to waste away, they sacrificed a lot for us to get to this point and I owe it to them and the business to assert my self and commit.

These days I’m being teased about when I get married this will happen so and so, then they go on about the boy, a very sorry boy if he  got on the wrong side of my daddy dearest who – like all dads – has a shotgun. My grandma and some of my friends are relentless when they touch on that subject, the boy, I cringe at the thought.

Frankly, this is not the time to get all soppy and stupid over some idiot when  Continue reading