Literal
Literal means that something is exactly the way it says it is, this is the reason I love Frank McCourt's Memoir of his childhood, ANGELA'S ASHES. Throughout the novel McCourt illustrates his take as a child; like how he believed the crazy stories that his father told him. It is ironic because the stories in which he believes to be the essence of truth, are meant to be figurative.
Moral
There is one book turned movie that has had a major impact on me, so much, that everytime I read or watch the book, I walk away with so many valuable thoughts about life and how I want to live it. It is INTO THE WILD by Jon Krauker. It is a story about the journeys and life of Christopher McCandless, a glorified vagabond on a journey out of society and into the wilderness. McCandless and his beliefs and journeys have opened up a whole new side of me, and has made me stronger as a person. For example his life story has showed me how controlled people's actions are by society.
Symbolic
WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE is the epitomy of symbolism as the wild things in the book are a symbol of every characteristic of the main character Max. I fell in love with this story when I was little and still am because they all symbolise me too. Every person goes through different feelings throughout their entire life and WILD THINGS sheds a light on how normal it is to feel different things.
Emotional
A lot of time when I read books, I care for the characters who I read about, but only while I am in their world. Once I put the book down, I seperate myself from them and go on my life. That is the way I like it, I turn to reading for an escape from my own world so that I can have a place to relax. In one case, the characters stuck with me and came with me into my own world. The characters were from the book ANNE FRANK:MEMORIES OF A CHILDHOOD FRIEND. The main character is Hannah Gosslar, a friend of Anne Frank. I always admired Anne but I truly feel for Hannah. In the book I watch her grow under horrendous circumstances. At the age of fourteen she and her family are sent to a concentration camp where she lived for four years. What makes me so emotionally drawn to her is that it was just so unfair. I read about her and saw her potential for such amazing opportunities which are brutally taken from her. I thought about how much I would hate that in my own life and empathized with her.
Hyberbolic
My Name is Earl. This is my favourite show because of its comedic value. It's extremely funny, but there is always a message at the end. What makes this show so funny is the exaggeration of its characters such as Joy (the crazy, trailer park ex-wife) to Randy (the daft younger brother).
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Encounter That Wasn't
'Hey! Watch it you jerk.' I turned around to see the face of the idiot who had slammed their shoulder into mine. As I approached the one-eighty mark my face slammed into the face of...myself?
I stood face to face with an individual who was identical to me. I had no idea of what was going on, in fact, I had no idea of where I was or even who I was. Everything became unfamiliar, my thoughts crashed into each other like cars and I was gasping for air. My sense of knowing dripped down the walls of my head, I was disoriented.
I stared hard into the eyes of the person standing in front of me, looking for the answer to the question I didn't even know I was thinking.
'What's going on?' I asked with as much strength as I could force out of my quivering lips. The person who I was facing just stood there, staring blankly past me. I repeated my question several times before I gave up.
I checked out my surroundings. All around me was black. I could not see any walls or doors, it was all an endless open space of darkness. Blood was rushing to my head and I began to feel dizzy, everything was spinning around me. All of a sudden, the never ending space began shrinking, I was about to be compacted by what resembled a black hole.
The only light I could see was the glow of the unfamiliar person who was the exact replica of myself. I ran over toward the clone planning on shaking the information out. I reached out to grab hold of the shoulders that had bashed mine, only to smash my hands into a glass wall that stood between us. I slapped and punched the glass wall in fury. I didn't know what was happening and I didn't want to be left alone. I banged the glass with my fists as if I was attempting to break through it. To be honest, I had no idea what my plan was, only that I did not want to be suffocated by the walls of endlessness closing in on me.
The amount of force that I was hitting with shattered the glass wall to tiny shards. I looked up, I wanted to see that face that had been staring so blankly. Nothing. I looked up to see more blackness. It had been a mirror I was looking at, it was me who I was face to face with.
Still, nothing made sense. What did any of it mean? I was so alone, I didn't even have myself for company any more. Claustrophobia (which I never knew I had) set its claws into me as the black walls became close enough to touch my shoulders. I was hyperventilating, and anxious of what was to come. My shoulders were being squeezed by an invisible black force. Tighter and tighter, I had no room to inhale, I felt my heart stop.
...
I woke up to the same four white walls that I had seen for God knows how long. I rolled out of bed and tiptoed on the cold tile floor to my mirror. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked onto the mirror. Nothing. I was alone.
I stood face to face with an individual who was identical to me. I had no idea of what was going on, in fact, I had no idea of where I was or even who I was. Everything became unfamiliar, my thoughts crashed into each other like cars and I was gasping for air. My sense of knowing dripped down the walls of my head, I was disoriented.
I stared hard into the eyes of the person standing in front of me, looking for the answer to the question I didn't even know I was thinking.
'What's going on?' I asked with as much strength as I could force out of my quivering lips. The person who I was facing just stood there, staring blankly past me. I repeated my question several times before I gave up.
I checked out my surroundings. All around me was black. I could not see any walls or doors, it was all an endless open space of darkness. Blood was rushing to my head and I began to feel dizzy, everything was spinning around me. All of a sudden, the never ending space began shrinking, I was about to be compacted by what resembled a black hole.
The only light I could see was the glow of the unfamiliar person who was the exact replica of myself. I ran over toward the clone planning on shaking the information out. I reached out to grab hold of the shoulders that had bashed mine, only to smash my hands into a glass wall that stood between us. I slapped and punched the glass wall in fury. I didn't know what was happening and I didn't want to be left alone. I banged the glass with my fists as if I was attempting to break through it. To be honest, I had no idea what my plan was, only that I did not want to be suffocated by the walls of endlessness closing in on me.
The amount of force that I was hitting with shattered the glass wall to tiny shards. I looked up, I wanted to see that face that had been staring so blankly. Nothing. I looked up to see more blackness. It had been a mirror I was looking at, it was me who I was face to face with.
Still, nothing made sense. What did any of it mean? I was so alone, I didn't even have myself for company any more. Claustrophobia (which I never knew I had) set its claws into me as the black walls became close enough to touch my shoulders. I was hyperventilating, and anxious of what was to come. My shoulders were being squeezed by an invisible black force. Tighter and tighter, I had no room to inhale, I felt my heart stop.
...
I woke up to the same four white walls that I had seen for God knows how long. I rolled out of bed and tiptoed on the cold tile floor to my mirror. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked onto the mirror. Nothing. I was alone.
Into the Blue
You would have never guessed what happened. In the wonderful, blue depth of the Pacific Ocean I met a mermaid.
It occurs to me how unbelievable this may seem, mermaids are purely a fictional character meant to lull children to sleep with the sweetness of bubble gum fairy tales. They do exist, and I met one.
I was searching for my golden pocket clock which I had lost in the midst of an unusual storm that left as quickly as it had come. I was sifting through the sand at the beach-the last place I had been before the storm and where I assumed I had lost my pocket clock. As I dug through the sand I remembered that I had taken off my jacket in the cave farther down the beach, and that my golden pocket clock was in my jacket's inner pocket.
I was making my way down to the cave when I heard a loud shriek that echoed from the stone walls. I ran toward the cries expecting to find a victim of the monstrous storm. What I found was a mermaid, washed up by a rogue wave. I stood at the entrance to the cave in bewilderment. Her face was as pretty as a cupcake. She was everything and more that I had ever imagined a mermaid to be. My little girl dreams of meeting a mermaid came true.
As beautiful as she looked sitting in that cave, she had a look of distress from being out of water. I helped her get back to the water, where the sand bled into the salty ocean. She swam out into her aquatic world, her head above water. She turned so that she was facing me then raised her arm until it was vertically straight above water. Inside of her lightly clenched fist was my golden pocket clock. I swam out to retrieve my precious heirloom. Just as I reached her, she pulled me under, into her world of blue.
With a smile on her face she led me on a tour of her home. She led me deeper and deeper into her world and showed me the constant paradise that remains below sea level. The water moved with us in perfect harmony. It was lovely to be in the big blue and in the company of a mermaid.
From the corner of my eye a silver streak flickered in and out of sight. My heart beat quickened as I mustered up the courage to look over my shoulder to see what it was. Behind me was a gigantic, ferocious shark. I grabbed at the mermaids arm and tried to pull her to protection from the monster that was coming toward us. To my horror and surprise she ripped her arm from my grip and swam towards the demonic beast. I was terrorized, that was until I watched the mermaid run her hand soothingly along the creatures side. Never in my entire life had I seen a shark be friendly and gentle, all the sharks I had seen on TV were made out as blood thirsty killers. Watching the friendliness between the mermaid and shark made me think twice about the presumptions I made about things, without having any evidence to support it.
After our encounter with the shark, the mermaid led me to a mountain of rusted and eroded pocket clocks and other random items of value. Each worn down item was a person, someone who let their narrow minds keep them from following the unknown. Each item fled at the first sight of the shark, or didn't dare follow the mermaid into the water. It saddened me to think that most people never gave her or the shark a chance to prove themselves.
As I emerged from the water and made my way back to land, I made a promise to myself to never judge something before I know what it is. For the mermaid and the shark, I was going to open my mind. And I swear to you that is exactly how it went down.
It occurs to me how unbelievable this may seem, mermaids are purely a fictional character meant to lull children to sleep with the sweetness of bubble gum fairy tales. They do exist, and I met one.
I was searching for my golden pocket clock which I had lost in the midst of an unusual storm that left as quickly as it had come. I was sifting through the sand at the beach-the last place I had been before the storm and where I assumed I had lost my pocket clock. As I dug through the sand I remembered that I had taken off my jacket in the cave farther down the beach, and that my golden pocket clock was in my jacket's inner pocket.
I was making my way down to the cave when I heard a loud shriek that echoed from the stone walls. I ran toward the cries expecting to find a victim of the monstrous storm. What I found was a mermaid, washed up by a rogue wave. I stood at the entrance to the cave in bewilderment. Her face was as pretty as a cupcake. She was everything and more that I had ever imagined a mermaid to be. My little girl dreams of meeting a mermaid came true.
As beautiful as she looked sitting in that cave, she had a look of distress from being out of water. I helped her get back to the water, where the sand bled into the salty ocean. She swam out into her aquatic world, her head above water. She turned so that she was facing me then raised her arm until it was vertically straight above water. Inside of her lightly clenched fist was my golden pocket clock. I swam out to retrieve my precious heirloom. Just as I reached her, she pulled me under, into her world of blue.
With a smile on her face she led me on a tour of her home. She led me deeper and deeper into her world and showed me the constant paradise that remains below sea level. The water moved with us in perfect harmony. It was lovely to be in the big blue and in the company of a mermaid.
From the corner of my eye a silver streak flickered in and out of sight. My heart beat quickened as I mustered up the courage to look over my shoulder to see what it was. Behind me was a gigantic, ferocious shark. I grabbed at the mermaids arm and tried to pull her to protection from the monster that was coming toward us. To my horror and surprise she ripped her arm from my grip and swam towards the demonic beast. I was terrorized, that was until I watched the mermaid run her hand soothingly along the creatures side. Never in my entire life had I seen a shark be friendly and gentle, all the sharks I had seen on TV were made out as blood thirsty killers. Watching the friendliness between the mermaid and shark made me think twice about the presumptions I made about things, without having any evidence to support it.
After our encounter with the shark, the mermaid led me to a mountain of rusted and eroded pocket clocks and other random items of value. Each worn down item was a person, someone who let their narrow minds keep them from following the unknown. Each item fled at the first sight of the shark, or didn't dare follow the mermaid into the water. It saddened me to think that most people never gave her or the shark a chance to prove themselves.
As I emerged from the water and made my way back to land, I made a promise to myself to never judge something before I know what it is. For the mermaid and the shark, I was going to open my mind. And I swear to you that is exactly how it went down.
Magnetized
Mr. Magnets Current State Of The Union
February 13th 2010
IN
Living ON the fridge
North end of the magnet
Opposites attract
Falling in Love
OUT
Living UNDER the fridge
South end of the magnet
Similar suck
Falling out of love
Mr. Magnets Current State Of The Union
February 14th 2010
IN
Happiness
Scenery from the top of the fridge
Loving somebody
VALENTINES DAY<3
OUT
Misery
Scenery from the bottom of the fridge
Loving nobody
Every other day
Mr. Magnets Current State Of The Union
February 15th 2010
IN
Heartbreak
Dying alone
Crying
Under the fridge
OUT
Hearts
RELATIONSHIPS
Laughing
Valentines chocolates
On the fridge
February 13th 2010
IN
Living ON the fridge
North end of the magnet
Opposites attract
Falling in Love
OUT
Living UNDER the fridge
South end of the magnet
Similar suck
Falling out of love
Mr. Magnets Current State Of The Union
February 14th 2010
IN
Happiness
Scenery from the top of the fridge
Loving somebody
VALENTINES DAY<3
OUT
Misery
Scenery from the bottom of the fridge
Loving nobody
Every other day
Mr. Magnets Current State Of The Union
February 15th 2010
IN
Heartbreak
Dying alone
Crying
Under the fridge
OUT
Hearts
RELATIONSHIPS
Laughing
Valentines chocolates
On the fridge
Thursday, February 11, 2010
HUNGRY
If books were food and I was hungry I would eat:
Tuck Everlasting because
Simplicity is a value that I appreciate in food and literature. Tuck everlasting is like a chocolate chip cookie: it's sweet and simple, but there is still surprise in both, the chocolate chips for the cookie and the unexpected decisions of the main character Winnie for the book. As well as the cookie, Tuck Everlasting is a classic that is impossible to not love.
Where the Wild Things Are
Sometimes, I feel like eating something different, something exciting, something WILD! Where The Wild Things fills that void the same way that a vegetable stir fry would-through a whole spectrum of flavours. It all comes together as one main taste just as all the wild things and max come together through their immense differences to form one big group to satisfy. On the days where I want a rainbow of flavour I turn to Where The Wild Things Are...and vegetable stir fry.
The Picture Of Dorian Gray
I would eat The Picture of Dorian Gray when I was looking for something that was bold and clever just like a grape fruit. Both the fruit and the book are bittersweet and are completely ingenious. They are both odd, unique and satisfying and exceptionally fruity:)!
The Other Boleyn Girl
Sometimes I am looking for something rich that isn't necessarily healthy like chocolate cake or The Other Boleyn Girl. Once you get a taste of both, you are left wanting more and more. They may not be a healthy choice but it's still fun to splurge on both once and a while.
The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas
There's times when the only way to calm my stomach is to eat something that is subtle and a little salty like crackers, or The Boy In The Striped Pyjama's. Crackers and the book have a calm taste that doesn't overwhlem my stomach, but doesn't make it feel that much better either. The ending of the book is sad and extremely misleading just like the effect of the crackers which I thought would calm the unsteadiness of my stomach. But still both the crackers and the book I love because they both mean well.
Tuck Everlasting because
Simplicity is a value that I appreciate in food and literature. Tuck everlasting is like a chocolate chip cookie: it's sweet and simple, but there is still surprise in both, the chocolate chips for the cookie and the unexpected decisions of the main character Winnie for the book. As well as the cookie, Tuck Everlasting is a classic that is impossible to not love.
Where the Wild Things Are
Sometimes, I feel like eating something different, something exciting, something WILD! Where The Wild Things fills that void the same way that a vegetable stir fry would-through a whole spectrum of flavours. It all comes together as one main taste just as all the wild things and max come together through their immense differences to form one big group to satisfy. On the days where I want a rainbow of flavour I turn to Where The Wild Things Are...and vegetable stir fry.
The Picture Of Dorian Gray
I would eat The Picture of Dorian Gray when I was looking for something that was bold and clever just like a grape fruit. Both the fruit and the book are bittersweet and are completely ingenious. They are both odd, unique and satisfying and exceptionally fruity:)!
The Other Boleyn Girl
Sometimes I am looking for something rich that isn't necessarily healthy like chocolate cake or The Other Boleyn Girl. Once you get a taste of both, you are left wanting more and more. They may not be a healthy choice but it's still fun to splurge on both once and a while.
The Boy In The Striped Pyjamas
There's times when the only way to calm my stomach is to eat something that is subtle and a little salty like crackers, or The Boy In The Striped Pyjama's. Crackers and the book have a calm taste that doesn't overwhlem my stomach, but doesn't make it feel that much better either. The ending of the book is sad and extremely misleading just like the effect of the crackers which I thought would calm the unsteadiness of my stomach. But still both the crackers and the book I love because they both mean well.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
The Big 25
Here are the top 25 things I like to write about:
- Myself, all three of me
- Personal opinions on pressing matters
- Movies thats are NOT stupid
- Significant people who have done great things
- INTERESTING events in history
- Animal Rights movements and progress
- Sociatal issues and its intense impact on EVERYTHING
- Life and its mysterious ways
- Christopher McCandless and his numbered days
- Tim Burton and his world
- My own imagination and creations
- Mermaids: )
- Indie Bands<3
- REAL music
- Adventure
- Abstract aspects of...things
- The NATURAL world
- The HUMAN world
- Monsters
- The Killers
- Truth
- Memories
- HAPPY endings
- The moon
- ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that I can
: )
Blogula
Hey.
My name is Shonnie Stevens. I am and forever will be a student of the world. I love learning new things about everything and anything.
Creating pieces of work is my favourite thing to do because it keeps my voice alive even after I am gone. Writing to me is an opportunity to live forever which is a pretty sweet deal.
What I love most about writing is that reading it is the best way to know somebody. Writing comes straight from the depths of a persons mind and imagination which is the most interesting part of every human being.
'I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about.' Oscar Wilde
PS. Oscar Wilde is AMAZING he knows EVERYTHING: )
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