Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Eg var ad lesa thetta otrulega fallega ljod! thetta vardar liffaeragjof.
This is a poem written by Robert Noel Test (1926-1994). It was read at the Gala for our first performance of Better last year and was read beautifully by James Bolam.
To Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has pain.
Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
(tok thetta af sidu leikhopsins "Spare Parts" a facebook: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2365069363)
This is a poem written by Robert Noel Test (1926-1994). It was read at the Gala for our first performance of Better last year and was read beautifully by James Bolam.
To Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying.
At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has pain.
Give my blood to the teen-ager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain.
Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
(tok thetta af sidu leikhopsins "Spare Parts" a facebook: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=2365069363)
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
Oh hvað maður ætlar að vera með gott blogg, maður sest svo niður og er bara algerlega tómur!
Skólinn er voða áhugaverður, við erum að vinna rosa mikið af líkamlegri vinnu og sumar æfingarnar eru bara ótrúlega erfiðar í einfaldleika sínum! T.d. er æfing sem ég hef kallað "just do it" (aðeins á þessu bloggi samt) sem er t.d. þannig að þú átt að ganga inní herbergi, ganga að stól og setjast niður í hann.... thats ALL! getið þið ímyndað ykkur að ekki ein manneskja gat framkvæmt þetta rétt?!
FLÖH! þetta er voða spennó allt =)
ARNA ER AÐ KOMA TIL MÍN!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!!! Jésús mig hlakkar svo til að ég er gjörsamlega að kúka á mig! Það er ekki það að maður sé ekki að eignast vini hérna... en ROSALEGA geta englendingar verið bara fokk ass leiðinlegir! Nei ég ýki nú kanski soldið, það sem ég meina er að þegar maður er að kynnast englending þá eru þeir alltaf rosa hressir, sprækir og kurteisir, það er alltaf *englendingur* "HIYA HOW ARE YOU?!" *Haffi* "Good good and you?" *englendingur* "ACE!". Svo þegar maður ætlar sér að eiga samræður við englendinga þá hafa þeir þennan ótrúlega hæfileika til að tala alveg ótrúlega mikið um bara andskotann ekki neitt! Ég sakna þess soldið heima að maður er ekkert að spjalla við fólk nema að manni langar til og þá aðeins þegar maður hefur eitthvað að segja.
Svo er maður að fara í leikhús á morgun. Fyrst förum við á brúðusýningu í Little Angel theatre sem heitir "give us a hand" og svo um kvöldið er hópferð á Avenue Q!!!!! *GLEÐI* þá er ég að fara að sjá þennan stórfenglega söngleik í ANNAÐ skiptið! fyndið líka, við erum að borga 80 pund fyrir leikhúsferðir... við erum að fá 3 sýningar fyrir þann pening.... ekkert innifalið í því nema miðinn! við þurfum að koma okkur þangað sjálf þakka ykkur fyrir og svo drösla okkur heim líka!
HEY JÁ! pælið í því börnin góð! Englendingar og EU nemar þurfa ekki að borga nema 3500 pund fyrir skólan á meðan aumingja íslendingarnir og Japanarnir þurfa að punga út 10500 pundum!!!!! þetta er ÞREFALT DÝRARA FYRIR OKKUR!!! Ég segi skítt með fiskinn GÖNGUM BARA Í FOKKING EVRÓPUSAMBANDIÐ!!!! Þá anda ég allavega léttar ;P
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