tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15962553946160734372024-03-13T22:29:56.960+00:00WonderlandA place to wonderJoana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-35095682086020940302012-05-20T15:26:00.000+01:002013-01-28T06:05:31.994+00:00Wonder #17<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If I could have just one moment in time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And in that moment the stars will shine<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If I could clasp onto your hand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And in that moment you truly understand<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That this is the moment where I wish to stay<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In this moment far away<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And in this moment you will smile<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And remind me why life is worth while<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I will hold that moment for the rest of time<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Just when for knowing that moment is mine</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-48178021038269522752012-05-13T15:46:00.000+01:002012-05-13T15:46:58.663+01:00Fact - A mushroom is the largest living organismNo, not a blue whale or an elephant.<br />
A mushroom. A giant ass mushroom.<br />
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The armillaria ostoyae, or the honey fungus, it's a common mushroom and you probably even have one in your garden!<br />
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'But if it's a giant ass mushroom, I'm sure I don't have one! I don't even have enough space for a small koy pond, let alone a giant ass anything!' - You may say.<br />
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Listen, I'm not using that adjective lightly! The largest ever recorded specimen, in Malheur National forest, in Oregon, covers 890 hectares (2,200 acres), and is between 2,000 and 8,000 years old!<br />
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This enormous fungus was originally thought to grow in different clusters around the forest, but researchers have confirmed it's in fact one very, very large single organism!<br />
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The majority of this organism is under ground of course, in the form of a massive mat of mycelia, its roots.<br />
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But anyway, for me, this honey fungus thing can grow wherever it wants, the only mushrooms I'm concern about are those right here!<br />
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</tbody></table>Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-53697297742069183662012-05-06T01:26:00.000+01:002012-05-06T01:26:38.792+01:00Wonder #16<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iILHHRRufUM/T6XC9oFxdnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vVLP94ziWAU/s1600/11.03.23_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iILHHRRufUM/T6XC9oFxdnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vVLP94ziWAU/s400/11.03.23_2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You, whom until now I have not forgotten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Have turn your back on me, just stop the taunt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So I suppose you wanted more</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Just with someone else without this core</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Could you see the way you treated me was grotesque?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Causing these pathetic little poems to lay on my desk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But you're not going to see no tear falling from these eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As I stop trying to answer all the whys</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Thus this apathy will take over me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Weighting me down with all your gravity</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until the point where something will stir deep down within</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And I won't be able to say if it's the weather or just the mood I'm in</span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-45595573783036383902012-04-29T19:13:00.000+01:002012-04-29T19:13:36.056+01:00Fact - The color of a pill mattersIf I'm going to talk about pills, you know what kind of reference I'm going to pull right?<br />
<i>Matrix</i>.<br />
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So, Neo had to choose between the blue pill that would have put him back to sleep in the boring world of cubicles, and the red pill that would wake him up to the industrial womb factory world.<br />
If you missed that, red pill wakes you up, blue pill makes you sleep!<br />
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Now, what colors are the sleeping pills? Yep, be it the package or the pill itself, all you see there is blue! And that's no coincidence; researchers have found that the color of a pill makes a difference in how it works.<br />
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In a study, patients were given the exact same sedative, but some received it in a blue pill and others in an orange one. The blue pill takers reported falling asleep 30 minutes faster and sleeping 30 minutes longer than the orange pill takers.<br />
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It's another weird manifestation of the placebo effect. How you perceive effectiveness, affects effectiveness.<br />
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In a different experiment, subjects were told they were going to get a sedative or a stimulant, when in fact they were getting placebos. Yet 66% of the subjects who took the blue pills reported feeling less alert compared to 26% of those who took pink pills.<br />
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And in another study, researchers put fake medicine packages in front of subjects, who picked certain color of boxes over others. It seems warm colors like brown and red were perceived as more potent; green and yellow on the other hand, might as well have been mentos as far as they were concerned.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvMOr5MSq2M/T52DuuTv0iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/la2Mc6JHc6c/s1600/hon+colors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="156" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvMOr5MSq2M/T52DuuTv0iI/AAAAAAAAAOk/la2Mc6JHc6c/s400/hon+colors.jpg" width="400" /></a><br />
So, this is why heart medicine are often red or brown, while skin medicines are yellow, sleeping pills blue or green, and painkillers are often white.<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-76618249248442034762012-04-22T21:47:00.000+01:002012-04-22T21:47:20.264+01:00Fact - Fishbowls are banned in ItalyYep, you read that right.<br />
Fishbowls.<br />
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Apparently, in Monza, Italy, the issues of modern society escalated a bit. Forget the poverty and starvation, the unemployment and politics, the environment, crime spree, STD's, etc.<br />
In this town, they don't have time to worry about unimportant stuff like that; they're too busy dealing with serious and intense problems like what happens to a fish if you keep it in a fishbowl.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvOCOS3kKJI/T5RtQCx50eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P9CTjXP8dyc/s1600/fishbowl+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YvOCOS3kKJI/T5RtQCx50eI/AAAAAAAAAOY/P9CTjXP8dyc/s320/fishbowl+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So, do you know what happens to a fish if you keep it in a fishbowl? Do you?!<br />
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See? The people in Monza are the one who have this thing all figured out!<br />
It seems that if you keep a fish in a fishbowl, the poor animal will see the world all messed up, that's what!<br />
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According to the town council, a fishbowl provides "a distorted view of reality"; and they're not having any of that crap there!<br />
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So, yeah, the council has banned the bowls in favor of square aquariums which represent an accurate and heart-warming fashion of the reality of the fish.<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-43126813997110958382012-04-14T19:03:00.002+01:002012-04-15T21:51:31.927+01:00Wonder #15<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50srUxIXMvw/T4m7HfqzTbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6qYkKDkFbts/s1600/11.05.03_51.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50srUxIXMvw/T4m7HfqzTbI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6qYkKDkFbts/s400/11.05.03_51.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In a room of pain and hurt<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I lie in a blanket of sweat and dirt<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With truth around<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And fear abound<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart against my chest<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My soul giving up on rest<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pinned against the wall<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The exit seeming to crawl<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So far, far away<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Further from the small light ray<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I reach into the air<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">To find that only emptiness is standing there<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Just save me from the dark<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Save me from my heart</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-21783713247170713262012-04-08T04:28:00.000+01:002012-04-08T04:28:40.393+01:00Wonder #14<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY9z9wFgHlM/T4EFUI3QX5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/T17BQuOe3wg/s1600/11.03.01_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FY9z9wFgHlM/T4EFUI3QX5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/T17BQuOe3wg/s400/11.03.01_6.JPG" width="300" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;">Upon my arrival you will see<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That this was but a memory<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And you will think and wonder why<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You didn't ask, you didn't try<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But don't forget, I'll love you still<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Even though I've had my fill<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of things I couldn't comprehend<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But even so you're my best friend<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I only hope that you'll decide<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That you need me right by your side<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So please don't think it's over yet<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And please do not try to forget<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Our past will aide us in survival<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And you'll learn this upon my arrival</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-55832373836459766772012-04-01T17:10:00.001+01:002012-04-01T17:12:12.376+01:00Fact - Today is April Fool's Day!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qIbTc3aYZc/T3h8310jOuI/AAAAAAAAANw/IXI8FxlOHB8/s1600/chickenmrt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0qIbTc3aYZc/T3h8310jOuI/AAAAAAAAANw/IXI8FxlOHB8/s320/chickenmrt2.jpg" width="320" /></a>The origins of April Fool's Day are a mystery.<br />
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The most popular theory is that France changed its calendar in the 1500s so that the New Year would begin in January to match the Roman calendar instead of beginning at the start of spring, early April. However word of the change traveled slowly and some people continued to celebrate the New Year in that date. These dwellers became known as "April fools".<br />
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Some disagree with this interpretation believing that April Fool's Day simply grew out of age-old European spring festivals of renewal, in which pranks and camouflaging one's identity are common.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPIoerfa6Ko/T3h85ov2CFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Lw6BKEerVZw/s1600/chickenpity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPIoerfa6Ko/T3h85ov2CFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Lw6BKEerVZw/s320/chickenpity.jpg" width="320" /></a>There's also some that believed that the idea came from Roman jesters during the time of Constantine I in the third and fourth centuries A.D. As the story goes, jesters successfully petitioned the ruler to allow one of their elected members to be king for a day. So, on April first, Constantine handed over the reins of the Roman Empire for one day to King Kugel, his jester. Kugel decreed that the day forever would be a day of absurdity.<br />
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Nowadays, the April Fool's Day goes beyond just switching out the sugar with salt. <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/" target="_blank">Here</a> is a list of the top 100 April Fool's Day Hoaxes!<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-5554295807328753842012-03-25T17:35:00.000+01:002012-03-25T17:35:27.799+01:00The looking glass<div style="text-align: right;"></div>So, as a woman, I take pride in having a giant ass mirror in my room.<br />
Maybe you guys who have to go to the bathroom to check your hair and don't care how the clothes you're wearing fit won't get this but, trust me, any woman would kill for a mirror like mine. It's practical and useful, for obvious reasons...Well, obvious for the feminine gender of course. Nonetheless I'll sum it up for you males. Clothes, hair, make-up and overall figure.<br />
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Anyways, this looking glass it's not only useful for these things. It has one more trick up its sleeve!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table>As you all probably have seen in movies, there's a cliche scene where the protagonist has a one-on-one pep talk with himself in the mirror, and usually happens when he's faced with an ethical decision or he needs to boost his confidence.<br />
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Yes, in reality, doing this would seem silly, but you have to admit you have done this at least once!<br />
Okay, maybe you didn't talk, maybe you didn't point to the mirror pretending you have a gun, maybe you didn't say "Are you talking to me?"; maybe you just thought to yourself "I can do this!"<br />
...Or maybe you did all of this. No judging here.<br />
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Studies have been conducted to determine how confrontation with our own reflections affects our morality. One, conducted on Halloween, gave kids the opportunity to grab candy out of unsupervised bowls. The bowls were exactly the same at separate houses, the only difference was that one bowl had a mirror behind it. As a result, the children were significantly less likely to steal candy when they had to look at their reflections, even though they were wearing costumes! and a similar test was done on adults at a news stand who paid for newspapers on the honor system. The results were nearly identical. We are more likely to act morally while confronted with our own faces.<br />
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So, it seems the looking glass is used as a moral compass...And if you know someone with spectrophobia (fear of mirror and one's own reflections), beware!<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-7248129590106774362012-03-18T17:16:00.001+00:002012-03-25T17:39:23.081+01:00Fact - That friend that doesn't want to go out is NOT antisocial!So according to popular believe, if your friend or whoever avoids social interaction, they're antisocial, 'cause if they don't want to do something social, they must be anti social!<br />
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Yeaaah...No.<br />
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I get how people think that if someone who is reluctant to participate in social situations is categorized as antisocial. However, in fact, these people, the antisocial ones I mean, are often pro social, even unusually so!<br />
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Antisocial Personality Disorder is diagnosed in adults (18 years or more) who consistently disregard and ignore the rights, are impulsive, irresponsible, lie, or generally act recklessly with no concern for the safety of themselves or others. They are often extroverted and very much the opposite of the type of people who are so often called antisocial, who care about other people's feelings. These people are usually just shy or have social anxiety disorder or maybe avoidant personality disorder.<br />
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</div>But while you and Sir Nicholas were perfecting those tricks, the stray dogs of Moscow have mastered the city's subway system.<br />
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Since dog catching fell behind when the Soviet Union collapse, today there are around 35000 strays in that city. And, over several generations of breeding, those dogs have gotten very smart indeed.<br />
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Stray dogs have to rely on their skills to survive, and since only 3% of those strays survive long enough to breed, only the toughest and smartest end up procreating. Yeah Darwin, stop bragging already.<br />
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So, many of these streets dogs have taken up residence in the underground metro stations and have learned how to travel via subway train! Yep, you hear me alright!....Well, read me alright! they'll stand and wait for the train, just like the people, then sneak on and get off at their stops! Freaking awesome right? Right?!<br />
Scientist figure they use smell and the recorded names of stations to navigate.<br />
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But wait! That's not all they've figured out! Yes, there's more! They have learned how to send out the smallest and cutest among them to beg for food, and the big ones to jump and bark at on a person eating a snack, making them drop it, then pouncing on the dropped food.<br />
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So, you know what this means, right?<br />
...They're coming for us.<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-85886846805762200452012-03-04T15:40:00.002+00:002012-04-15T21:49:13.775+01:00Wonder #13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdbhlOaao6A/T1OMpIStk8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hPCLXovBzUk/s1600/11.03.01_36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VdbhlOaao6A/T1OMpIStk8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hPCLXovBzUk/s400/11.03.01_36.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">These memories haunt me every night when I just can't sleep<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every night when I start to weep<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Weep until it wears me out<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Until my thoughts start to drift out<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It becomes so cold when no one's around<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alone is when I seem to drown<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Drown inside this sea of pain<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">That's when I start to go insane<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Go insane and cannot breathe<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pace back and forth and grit my teeth</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-75155891788121156352012-02-26T15:13:00.002+00:002012-03-18T15:58:29.711+00:00Your mood, your responsibilitySo you had an argument with your better half / parents / friends? You've been having a financial stress? Dealing with health issues? Problems at work?<br />
Oh, and did I mention you just woke up to that <i>annoying</i> disco song?<br />
Hm?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">What more could go wrong, right?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well, everything else could go wrong as a matter of fact, but that's not why I'm addressing to you today.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At this moment, as you struggle through your day, there's a whole world of people out there who have no idea that you exist. They don't know your name, your problems, your fears, your goals, your hopes and dreams. And you know what? They don't care either. To them, you're just a human body. Another robot.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">A pile up of problems, however, has a tendency to make you stand out by turning you into a bitch / douchebag. That's right, I said it. Bitches and douchebags.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We have the power to make someone else feel like a huge piece of...poop. And that's not right. You have to realize that everybody isn't <i>that</i> annoying; you're just in a bad mood and you have to stop yourself before unleashing your rage and say things that you might later regret.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I know, sometimes the dam breaks, and you find yourself yelling, being mean and clearly taking the issue out of proportion. And, at this point there's only one thing to do here, really. Come clean, apologize and explain your situation. Maybe they'll understand and tell you that it's okay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">But it's not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">And it's important that you remember this. People don't owe you a thing. They don't have to put up with you while you put your shit together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">...Unless you're Fluffy, the destroyer of worlds, then you're cool.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwYUfBNbhbw/T2YFx2IKgDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tgYUmDpTLhI/s1600/Fluffy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwYUfBNbhbw/T2YFx2IKgDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/tgYUmDpTLhI/s320/Fluffy.jpg" width="301" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">For your own sake, you cannot let yourself get used to people adjusting their actions because of your irritability. If everybody did that, you would come to expect it, and that's how egomaniacs are born.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">This goes for every struggle in your life. Remember when I said everything else could go wrong? Yeah, it's true. And when you survive that, another thing will be behind it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wonder about that.</div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-8494520655114917932012-02-19T17:55:00.001+00:002012-02-20T18:29:41.859+00:00Wonder #12<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUXSd86OJEQ/T0E29sm04hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QxQNSiAEILk/s1600/11.03.26_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUXSd86OJEQ/T0E29sm04hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QxQNSiAEILk/s320/11.03.26_3.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I walk down the path, footsteps echoing around</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nothing but myself making a single sound<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">If I started to scream no one would hear<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">'Cause I'm in this cave with no one even close to being near<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The path gets darker with every step I take<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The shadows dancing on the walls have no way of being fake<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I could turn around but there would be nowhere to go<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The cave has no exits, at least that's what I know<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This cave is loneliness with no sure way out<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">No one can save me, no matter how loud I shout<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm trapped, starving to death alone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There is no 911, 'cause there's no phone<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Nobody knows about the dark cave that I'm in<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I just shun them out so that they'll never get in</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-72003214085978235622012-02-14T17:54:00.001+00:002012-02-14T17:56:47.909+00:00Fact - Today is Valentine's day!Hello everybody!<br />
I apologize for the silence this weekend, but I wanted to post on this particular day. The day for the lovers, the chocolate and jewelry, the flowers and cards. Yep, Valentine's day.<br />
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So if you're in a relationship and you have time to spare, you're spending it with your better half and I doubt you're reading this today. If you're not in a relationship and you're feeling alone and with no one the give you some treats and all that, I'm gifting you some facts about this day...That, now that I think about it, will probably make you sadder.<br />
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#1 Valentine's day traces its roots to an ancient pagan holiday called Lupercalia, in which men stripped naked, grabbed whips and spanked young women in hopes of increasing their fertility.<br />
...Which sounds a lot more fun than this thing we do nowadays..Just saying!<br />
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#2 Throughout history, there have been approximately 8 St. Valentines, 3 of them had special feast days in their honor. The 2 St. Valentines who most likely inspired Valentine's day are Valentine of Terni and Valentine of Rome.<br />
St. Valentine is the patron saint of lovers and engaged couples; but he is also the patron saint of epilepsy (which he is said that to have suffered), plague, greetings, travelers, young people and bee keepers!<br />
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#3 The Christian martyr St. Valentine was beheaded on February 14th for performing marriages in secret. Also, the famous St. Valentine's day massacre, in which 7 Chicago gangsters were gunned down on February 14th, 1929, was one of the bloodiest in mob history.<br />
My bloody Valentine indeed...<br />
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#4 The 1st Valentine's day card was sent by Charles, Duke of Orleans, to his wife, while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEzF9tRmJhI/TzqeI9OsqSI/AAAAAAAAALs/3nIu4hChY5w/s1600/popheart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xEzF9tRmJhI/TzqeI9OsqSI/AAAAAAAAALs/3nIu4hChY5w/s320/popheart.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>#5 Red hearts are a Valentine symbol. Red is traditionally associated with the color of blood.<br />
At one time, people thought that the heart, which pumps bloods, was the part of the body that felt love. In fact, when the Egyptians mummified their dead for burial, they removed every organ but the heart because these hopeless romantics believed that the heart was the only part of the body necessary for the trip through eternity. (*awww*)<br />
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#6 40% of people have negative feelings towards Valentine's day.<br />
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#7 The saying "wearing you heart on your sleeve" is from the Middle Ages. Boys at this time would draw names of girls to see who would be their 'Valentine' and then wear the name pinned on their sleeve for a week.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpCTrCtnZVc/TzqdoFo-SvI/AAAAAAAAALU/F6kz6eHYlls/s1600/file_306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EpCTrCtnZVc/TzqdoFo-SvI/AAAAAAAAALU/F6kz6eHYlls/s200/file_306.jpg" width="200" /></a>#8 Engagements rings are often worn on the 4th finger of the left hand because the ancient Greeks maintained that that finger contains the <i>vena amoris</i> (vein of love) that runs straight to the heart.<br />
And, speaking of rings, the 1st recorded wedding rings appeared in ancient Egypt, with the circle representing eternity as well as powerful sun and moon deities.<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-47782455439407604372012-02-04T02:17:00.000+00:002012-02-04T02:17:37.637+00:00Fact – You emotionally bond with people you sing with!Yep. Scientists have discovered that when we perform synchronized activities such as singing songs, reciting chants or even just walking together, we end up feeling more connected to the people we're performing these activities with. Although, it turns out it's not exactly what you're saying or singing that matters, it's just the fact that you're performing these activities in unison with other people.<div><br />
</div><div>Researchers at Stanford University found that when volunteers were instructed to walk around campus together, the simple difference between letting them walk normally versus instructing them to walk in step with each other increased the volunteers willingness to cooperate with each other afterward.</div><div>Even more surprisingly, how harmonious the participants felt had nothing to do with any positive emotions created by the synchronized activities themselves. Whether or not they enjoyed performing the activities, they simply became more cooperative with each other!</div><div><br />
</div><div>The researchers concluded that "synchronized rituals" may therefore have evolved as a way for societies to get individuals to work together and be willing to make personal sacrifices for the benefit of the group.</div><div><br />
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</div>So, the next time you and your friends are singing your lungs out when you're a bit tipsy (or just cheerful, 'cause we are respectful people over here!), remember that you are not making a fool of yourself; in fact, you are helping the cohesion of your group!</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Wonder about that!</div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-68737907808564221482012-01-28T16:45:00.001+00:002012-01-28T16:47:11.685+00:00Fact - Silly string is prohibited in Los AngelesIn a faraway land, there is a scourge that few people dare mention out loud. It is not only nefarious, but..Well, there's no other way to say this, remarkably retarded! It is....Silly string!<br />
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For years and years, citizens faced each Halloween on Hollywood Boulevard like Anne Frank, hiding away and hoping for the madness to stop.<br />
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That...Hmm..Hero was city councilor Tom LaBonge. And yes, as you can see, the ban is for just one night out of the year, the Halloween.<br />
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This resulted from complaints that random silly string sprayings originated fistfights during the usual Halloween street gatherings. Apparently, there were reports of people throwing the cans at each other.<br />
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What this tells me is that instead of a ban, maybe they should have simply offered classes on how to properly use silly string!<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-85308883151020282842012-01-22T15:55:00.003+00:002012-01-24T20:46:56.421+00:00Wonder #11<div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc5ZNPylM1I/TxwwgyNc26I/AAAAAAAAAKM/UhTTbADQK7c/s1600/11.03.01_22.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="283" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rc5ZNPylM1I/TxwwgyNc26I/AAAAAAAAAKM/UhTTbADQK7c/s400/11.03.01_22.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart's beating slowly, pounding in my chest</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Each beat's getting faster, it seems to be distressed<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The beating's getting loud, it's ringing in my ears<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The pain's getting stronger, reducing me to tears<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart's aching from the loneliness, bearing rips that criss-cross<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every tear represents a time where I've felt loss <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It seems I'm going nowhere, just falling deeper in<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I want to escape but how do I begin?</span><span style="font-family: 'Gill Sans MT', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-3033972103108010622012-01-14T19:50:00.001+00:002012-01-24T20:40:44.750+00:00Wonder #10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wudrSNWNn-8/TxHauptX7DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7_WtEBEEUbk/s1600/11.03.01_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wudrSNWNn-8/TxHauptX7DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7_WtEBEEUbk/s400/11.03.01_1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">While pondering in my woe<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I often wonder if I'll ever know<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The point of my existence<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And the worth of my resistance<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What is out there for me?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">What I am destined to be?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Is it really too late to see?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I think what I want is to be free<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But free from what? Free from whom?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Could it possibly be from you?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">There's much more to go<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And I fear I'll never know</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-12037202100214878062012-01-07T16:23:00.002+00:002012-01-24T20:49:01.711+00:00Why do women take so long to get ready?<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So here's a post some men will be interested to read. How could it possible take so long for women to get ready? I mean, it's just a dress and a pair of shoes, right? </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;">WRONG!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;">Yeah… You would think that it would be easy and simple... But you're wrong. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 150%;">There's a whole lot of things that can cause this and, as a woman, I'm going to let you in on this “secret”.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1DYS3FZdlY/Twhw1hu3ztI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a9uu0h9l-SY/s1600/me_95.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1DYS3FZdlY/Twhw1hu3ztI/AAAAAAAAAJo/a9uu0h9l-SY/s400/me_95.JPG" width="276" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Firstly, you have to realize that not all of them take so long to get ready, and the amount of time spent to get ready depends on two variables – the kind of event she's going to attend and the degree of her vanity. So, obviously, the more important / special / fancy the event is, and the vainer she is, the longer it will take.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Then, probably the simplest answer is that she's trying on clothes. As you may be aware, women usually like to wear new outfits to special events. And, understandable, as most women aren't wasteful enough to buy a new dress every time, she's probably going to want to combine the dress with a different pair of shoes, or a different shawl. Thusly, she's got an awesome new outfit combo planned!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And here comes the trouble. As simpler as this could be, the downside of a new and exciting outfit is that it's an untested outfit! And this means that, even though that skirt theoretically should have gone with that shirt and shoes for a smart and modern look, once you try them on, apparently you look like a school girl and, however some could find it hot and sexy, it's a bizarre look for that event.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So then you panic and swear and start grabbing other pieces that you think will fix this and then it's the shoes that are wrong for that other skirt, and then you have to change the bra because the one you have it's not right for that other shirt you chose, and then it's the tights that are wrong for that new outfit… It's very exhausting and time consuming!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Obviously, the logical solution is to test the outfit ahead of time, which some women do…sometimes. However, women, like all human beings, procrastinate, so this happens about as often as anyone actually studying for a test early or doing their thesis on time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And this is all before makeup and hair! You don't even want to get me started on this. Mainly because I don't know much about it, but from my experience, either you go simple and easy, or you want to try something new and elaborate and it takes time…Oh so much time. Specially the hair… Definitely the hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
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#1 The Date: If you had lived in Mesopotamia and Babylon 4000 years ago, you probably would have celebrated the new year in mid.March, at the time of the Spring Equinox, and apparently their party lasted for eleven days!...Undoubtedly putting modern day New Year's Eve parties to shame...Although, if you were an Egyptian, your new year began with the Autumnal Equinox and the flooding of the Nile. And, if you were Greek, the Winter Solstice began your new year celebrations!<br />
Julius Caeser was the first to set January 1st as the New Year, since it celebrated the beginning of the civil year and the festival of the god of gates and, eventually, the god of all beginnings, Janus, after whom January was named.<br />
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#2 Resolution: As it seems, "losing weight" is the most common New Year's resolution!<br />
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#3 Superstitions: Many cultures prepare New Year's foods that are believed to influence good fortune, or avoid dishes that might cause misfortune; much like the choice of the outfit worn in this day, particular the color of underwear!<br />
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That's it for today! I apologize but I'm not gonna prolong my stay here, and you shouldn't either! Go prepare yourself for the party!<br />
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Wonder about that! And party on!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-61449109095553820292011-12-25T00:34:00.001+00:002011-12-25T17:17:45.776+00:00Fact - Today is Christmas day!Today is Christmas day. All around the world people will be sitting down to special meals, giving gifts, singing, drinking and stuff like that. In honor of this great holiday, i have a gift for you, some Christmas facts!<br />
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#1 The Date: In the early Church, Christmas was not celebrated as a major feast. The first evidence of the Church attempting to put a date on the day of Christ's birth comes from 200 AD, when theologians in Alexandria decided it was the 20th of May. By the 380's, the Church in Rome was attempting to unite the various regions in using December 25th as the universal feast day, and eventually that was the day that stuck. The influence of the pagan feasts of Rome is clear, because December 25th was the festival for the birth of the sun.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7gr41MLWM8/TvZjwcE8BpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t9seKUTqyA4/s1600/XmasCard4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="173" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S7gr41MLWM8/TvZjwcE8BpI/AAAAAAAAAIw/t9seKUTqyA4/s200/XmasCard4.jpg" width="200" /></a>#2 Gifts and such: Many of the Christmas traditions (gifts, drinks, cards, etc.) are not modern gifts of capitalism! They actually come to us via the Ancient Romans who exchanged all of those things on New Year's Day. This was initially shunned by the Church, but old habits die hard and it eventually transferred to Christmas.<br />
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#3 Xmas: That one small word causes anger amongst many people. Many Christians consider it to be disrespectful to replace Christ's name with an 'X'. However, Xmas is almost as old as the feast it refers to, the 'X' is actually the Greek letter chi which is the first letter of Christ's name in Greek.<br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSupZQaJ5SI/TvZkpgB8qVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XavwdPcTkhU/s1600/waiting-web_version.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nSupZQaJ5SI/TvZkpgB8qVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XavwdPcTkhU/s200/waiting-web_version.jpg" width="200" /></a>#4 Christmas Tree: The first association of tree with Christmas comes from Saint Boniface in the 7th century AD, when he chopped down a tree sacred to Thor to prove to the local villagers that the Norse gods were not legitimate. By the 15th century people were cutting down trees and putting them in their homes to decorate with sugared fruit, candy and candles.<br />
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#5 Santa Claus: Santa Claus is actually based on the early Church Bishop Saint Nicholas. He was born during the 3rd century, in the village in Turkey, and was known for secretly giving gifts of money to the poor. The modern image of him as a jolly man in red most likely comes from the 1823 poem "A visit from St Nicholas" also known as "The Night before Christmas".<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQSyPWTctjM/TvZk37N8OOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dnehBc4wlKc/s1600/candy-cane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dQSyPWTctjM/TvZk37N8OOI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dnehBc4wlKc/s320/candy-cane.jpg" width="320" /></a>#6 Candy Canes: In the late 1800s, a candy maker in Indiana wanted to express the meaning of Christmas through a symbol made of candy. He came up with the idea of bending one of his white candy sticks into the letter 'J', symbolizing the first letter in Jesus name. He incorporated several symbols of Christ's love and sacrifice through the Candy Cane. First, he used a plain whit peppermint stick, the color symbolizes the purity and sinless nature of Jesus. Next, he added three small stripes to symbolize the pain inflicted upon Jesus before his death on the cross - there are three of them to represent the Holy Trinity. He added a bold stripe to represent the blood Jesus shed for mankind. And finally, when looked at with the crook on top, it looks like a shepherd's staff because Jesus is the shepherd of man.<br />
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Wonder about that! And have jolly ChristmasJoana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-37362207368398579882011-12-17T16:17:00.000+00:002011-12-17T16:17:37.403+00:00Fact - Elephants are evolving to lose their tusks (and avoid poachers)This one is an awesome example of Darwin's Evolutionary Theory.<br />
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You see, when the international ban on the trade of ivory took effect in 1989, there were about a million elephants in Africa and about 7.5% of those were getting poached to death every year. Today, less than half of them are left, and we're still losing about 8% of elephants to ivory poachers. Pretty much everything we've done to protect our wild pachyderm friends has failed.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8fiuG2tWiU/TuzAcEkmFFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sAhpB8YiVCY/s1600/dumbo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8fiuG2tWiU/TuzAcEkmFFI/AAAAAAAAAIA/sAhpB8YiVCY/s320/dumbo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So elephants have decided to take matters into their own hands...or trunks or weirdly rounded three-toed feet or whatever. To make themselves less appealing to their greatest enemies (poachers), elephants all over the world have begun selecting against having tusks at all! For example, it used to be that only 2 to 5 percent of Asian male elephants were born without tusks, and by 2005, it was estimated that the tuskless population had risen to between 5 to 10 percent. And it's not just happening in Asia, either. One African national park estimated their number of elephants born without tusks was as high as 38%. It's natural selection in action! Either lady elephants are deliberately choosing tuskless mates, or the only boy elephants surviving into breeding time are the ones born without tusks. Either way, that tusklessness is getting passed on.<br />
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This is so incredible because it's not like tusks are the elephant version of wisdom teeth. They're weapons and tools, and they are needed to dig for water and roots and to battle for the love of a lady! Which means nature decided poachers are a greater threat to the elephant's existence than its diminished ability to forage or to score!<br />
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Wonder about that!Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-24714862150513342982011-12-11T05:25:00.001+00:002018-09-30T16:14:42.704+01:00Wonder #9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There's a deep black spot in my heart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So deep that my faith it's torn apart<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It has a name… Or maybe two<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But anyway I'll know it's you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was you who made it deep<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You, whose words made me weep<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It was you who made it so dark<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You, who broke my heart</span></div>
Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1596255394616073437.post-19916230169617812702011-12-04T00:58:00.007+00:002011-12-04T19:51:54.541+00:00The self-esteem glitch<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The self-esteem thing has been hammered into our brains for decades, based on the belief that high self-esteem types achieve more in school, make and keep more friends and, in general, function better as a member of society.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQBNsk8K8vw/TtrDp_MAaSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/t8m6mNuM-Ts/s1600/chickenselfesteem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQBNsk8K8vw/TtrDp_MAaSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/t8m6mNuM-Ts/s320/chickenselfesteem.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></o:p>Numerous training programs and self-help books take this idea and run like hell with it! They promise that building self-esteem is the key to overcoming obstacles and failure. I even seen somewhere that some elementary schools jumped on board and started giving self-esteem classes to kids, because, as we all know, the key to happiness is constant rewards for little to no actual accomplishments!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And why is this pure bullsh*t? Well, this seems to be one of those deals where they've confused correlation and causation.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So, rather than thinking "Maybe kids with high self-esteem feel good about themselves because they get good grades in school and have lots of friends", they decided to flip that thing around! For some reason, they think that they succeed because they have self-esteem. So they tried to teach people to feel good about themselves for no other reason than pure entitlement, figuring that the actual reasons for feeling good about themselves would follow at some point later.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This results in some kids having too much self-esteem,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span>a breed of human that scientists classify as douchebags and bitches. Yes, for the purpose of this post, those are technical terms.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And stop laughing. Well, stop chuckling or sniggering then! I'm not kidding!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Research shows that kids who have an inflated sense of self-worth become aggressive when their sense of superiority is called into question, leading to a more damaging fall when they realize what a loser they are.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm certainly not an expert, but it would seem like the solution would be to teach the stuff that leads to success, you know, like social and communication skills, better strategies at dealing with stress, etc.; and just let that lead naturally to success and thus self-esteem, rather than just bypassing all that and going right for the self-esteem part.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Wonder about that!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>Joana Galhardohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16574476904318844278noreply@blogger.com19