Hello, my name is Sophia and I am a teacher of English in Ancient Olympia, Greece. Welcome to my blog!

Friday, January 28, 2011

You've been hit by

 ...... a smooth criminal...



 (Droids? :-P)


 Aaaaaaaand "Action'!

And always remember.... 
"There's no such thing as bad weather.... just the wrong clothing...

... so get yourself a sexy raincoat and live a little."
The words of the wise, so aptly applied!! :-D

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Now that I understand this right

"-Are you always a smartass?'
-Nope. Sometimes I'm asleep."

Weak-eeee leaks!!!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Sweet dreams are made of this

(Literally... :-PPP)
Who am I to disagree?

Ah.. recycling... ever so good..., we're all for it!

(Filed under "ways to make Mondays less Mondayish"... :-P)

Sunday, January 16, 2011

I have no fear of heights

"Some people just can't adjust even to tiny changes."

- Ah, you've been summoned.
-It A.Pearce I have.

Friday, January 14, 2011

You walk in the moonlight, don't like the shade

-You can have my monster, if you like, for the night!

("Eldritch. Means weird. Peculiar. Bloody odd. That's what it means. I looked it up. In a dictionary. And gibbous?"
"Gibbous means the moon was nearly full. And what about that one he was always calling us, eh? Thing. Wossname. Starts with a b. Tip of me tongue…")

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

As I breathe you in

"They do it with mirrors. It's a cliche of course, but it's also true. Magicians have been using mirrors, usually set at a forty-five-degree angle, ever since the Victorians began to manufacture reliable, clear mirrors in quantity, well over a hundred years ago. John Nevil Maskelyne began it, in 1862, with a wardrobe that, thanks to a cunningly placed mirror, concealed more than it revealed.

Mirrors are wonderful things. They appear to tell the truth, to reflect life back out at us; but set a mirror correctly and it will lie so convincingly you'll believe that something has vanished into thin air, that a box filled with doves and flags and spiders is actually empty, that people hidden in the wings or the pit are floating ghosts upon the stage. Angle it right and a mirror becomes a magic casement; it can show you anything you can imagine and maybe a few things you can't.

(The smoke blurs the edges of things.)

Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn't work. Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in the darkness.

Fantasy — and all fiction is fantasy of one kind or another — is a mirror. A distorting mirror, to be sure, and a concealing mirror, set at forty-five degrees to reality, but it's a mirror nonetheless, which we can use to tell ourselves things we might not otherwise see. (Fairy tales, as G. K. Chesterton once said, are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.)

Winter started today. The sky turned grey and the snow began to fall and it did not stop falling until well after dark. I sat in the darkness and watched the snow falling, and the flakes glistened and glimmered as they spun into the light and out again, and I wondered about where stories came from."

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

I have a blue house with a blue window

Ανάμεσα στους μπλε ανθρώπους, χρώματα άλλα, ζωντανά, που κολλάνε χαμόγελα, που ξεσηκώνουνε γέλια, και δεν αφήνουνε τις σιωπές να γίνουν αμήχανες!

 Μικροί καθρέφτες που αντανακλούν τον κόσμο γύρω και φέρνουν τα του κόσμου, κοντά, όλο  και πιο κοντά... Και απλώνεις το χέρι σου και τα αγγίζεις, και παίρνεις θέση....

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Personal responsibility
Personal responsibility
Personal responsibility
Personal responsibility 
(Start clearing yourself what you want clear... Make a start, and wait for the avalanche...)

Things are ripe for the picking... 

So, choose... 
 And everything flows, oh, so smoothly...