Justtook a few out of curiosity, and how they would analyse the elements. As usual, I'm stuck between Fire and Water.
Holy crap, I have split personality!
1) I'm not violent. Really. Well, in the sense that I don't go mass murdering or bullying(I do verbal, more intellectual than the stupid ordinary ol' slamming) but otherwise, if you don't piss me off, I'm okay.
2)I'm not calm. Actually, I don't know, but I do know I have a quick temper. That should sufficiently cancel out each other. And I am NOT patient. Keep me waiting for even one minute and I can't assure youof your physical/physcological/mental health.
And I've just realised that I'm a nerd. How wonderfully observant I am.
One of the quizzesasked me which was my favourite fairy tale, and the choices were: a. Aladin and the Magic Lamp b. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves c. The Little Mermaid d. Cinderella
My reaction: WTBMFH!
Frankly, I don'tknow, you haveto analyse it I guess. All have benefits.
Aladin has a lamp that give three wishes. That's nice, I guess.
Snow white gets her handsomeprince, but that's dumb, they didn't even get to know each other before deciding on a marriage. What if the prince was abusive and had many wives? Isn't this somewhat like a forced marriage?
The Little Mermaid--a perpetual quest for freedom. And love o.0 Pretty pointless if you ask me, sacrificing my voice. I want it for debates, thank you very much.
Cinderella. Ah, I'm not sure. Same story about the prince and the glass slipper. The slippers must've been killers to walk in. But the historybehind the story isfascinating, and quite hilarious in a sense.
I'm just not the fairytale type. Give me myths, and I might be interested, as they have some substance behind them.
This world is so westernised.
Oh, and the stanza quoted below is from John Keat’s
Ode on Melancholy. Loved it, so I wanted to share it here.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
I hope that someday I'll ba able to write like him. It's beautiful.
