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OH SHIT MOMENT!
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Saw this a few months ago already, But this is my WTF PHOTO OF THE DAY!
hahahaha!
Corpse Eating Vomit now called Kusari Gama Kill.
Not my favorite band. I have no idea who they are.
//Just Funneh! :))
WTF BAND NAME OF THE DAY!
COLD AS CLAY
A farmer had a daughter for whom he cared more than anything on earth. She fell in love with a farmhand named Jim, but the farmer did not think Jim was good enough for his daughter. To keep them apart, he sent her to live with her uncle on the other side of the country.
Soon after she left, Jim got sick, and he wasted away and died. Everyone said he died of a broken heart. The farmer felt so guilty about Jim’s death, he could not tell his daughter what had happened. She continued to think about Jim and the life they might have had together.
One night many weeks later there was a knock on her uncle’s door. When the girl opened the door, Jim was standing there. “Your father asked me to get you,” he said. “I came on his best horse.”
She packed a few things, and they left. She rode behind him, clinging to his waist. Soon he complained of a headache. “It aches something terrible,” he told her. She put her hand on his forehead. “Why, you are as cold as clay,” she said. “I hope you are not ill,” and she wrapped her handkerchief around his head.
They traveled so swiftly that in a few hours they reached the farm. The girl quickly dismounted and knocked on the door. Her father was startled to see her. “Didn’t you send for me?” she asked. “No, I didn’t,” he said.
She turned to Jim, but he was gone and so was the horse. They went to the stable to look for them. The horse was there. It was covered with sweat and trembling with fear. But there was no sign of Jim. Terrified, her father told her the truth about Jim’s death. Then quickly he went to see Jim’s parents. They decided to open his grave. The corpse was in its coffin. But around its head they found the girl’s handkerchief.
—Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz, illustrated by Stephen Gammell
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
—GOOD NIGHT!!!
…Yes, the adjectival expression has its grammaticality. The basic pattern is that you repeat the adjective in a noun phrase to emphasize or underscore the intensity of the description. It is a superlative expression. The adjective was positioned to respond to the term ‘big’ in William Baldwin’s question which conjures the idea of something grave—something really, really major. In conversations, we hear people say, ‘I am very, very happy’ and this is the same pattern employed in the expression ‘major, major problem’. Of course, Venus used a verbalized pause—‘I mean’ splicing the noun phrase which consists of the adjectival expression and the noun—which can also be taken as an attempt to clarify her point…more.
Is this a message for me or for the readers? Because honestly, I never criticized Venus Raj. All I remember is asking Filipinos to stop being notorious grammar nazi’s.
And just for everyone’s information, there is no grammatical error in her answer, and even if there is, what’s the big deal? As long as we all got her point. Miss Universe ain’t Battle of Grammarifics.
Crying DiCaprio Collage of the Day: “The Many, Many, Many Tears of Leonardo DiCaprio.”
Dom Cobb says: “We have to cry harder.”
Personal favorite: The “I DEFY YOU STARS” cry from Romeo + Juliet. Priceless, precious, pre-Pangea DiCaprio.
I have to try.
I will try.
I will do it.
I will do it now.
I will succeed.
I’am successful.
but first, i have to take the FIRST STEP.
I’m brave.
I am not afraid to take the first step.
I will take the first step.
I’m ALREADY THERE.
I’m clueless.
I’m gonna ask for it.
I will be answered.
I will know what’s next.
I will be lead to the next step.
I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I want this!
Wonderful Wedding Ring of the Day: Inspired by the stanhopes of yore, Luke Jerram set out to craft for his blushing bride-to-be Shelina Nanji a one-of-a-kind portrait-projecting wedding ring capable of displaying a number of embedded microphotographs against most any surface when exposed to the faintest of light sources.
[gizmodo.]
My canvass with my first painting. I decided to divide it into several parts to maximize the space and to show lots of ideas in it.
I have a lot of paintings to do from now on. :)
PS: soon I’ll take pictures of each painting when I think they’re done.
(which I think will take a very long time, because I’ve been doing lots of modifications each time I see my work. I can’t get satisfied with it. I think I need to take art classes.)
While working on my painting, Dad gave me something to motivate me!
PS: I may not look happy but I really am!