Of my closest two friends, Carey is my second choice. Haha! Just kidding - you and Amanda are both equally loved.
Carey has been with me through thick and thin since the beginning of middle school, and I love her to death. Though her personality is overall quiet and seemingly timid, she always confides in her best friends. As far as I can see, she rarely makes a mistake, and her ideas are very intellectual and insightful. Sometimes I envy her in how much she sees out of the world whereas I can't get past the outer appearance. However, the way she views herself falls slightly under positive. I remind her over and over how much she's worth - ALOT. Carey is slightly short in height compared to peers, but it never impaired her abilities and won't ever. In fact, she is absorbed in the sport of baton twirling, and is especially talented in it.
She keeps a positive attitude in everything she does, and her smile is infectious. She would be considered a humanitarian, but her kindness doesn't blind her from right and wrong; if I were to vandalize Mrs. Gilman's whiteboard and she knew I did it, she would know to do the right thing and report me, even though we are bestfriends. Carey might seem like an introvert, but she is my painfully well hidden extrovert :) Sides of her, nobody else has seen, are expressed regularly to me, such as the way she freaks out when a hot guy passes by (she's probably going to get angry that I mentioned this), or that she complains excessively about how 'Mormon' her mom is. She is comfortably annoying around her friends, and we are comfortably annoying to her. Balance developes our friendship, and I know that she feels the same way.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Earliest Memory
There was an event that had most imprinted itself into my memory. Backtracking 9 years into the past, it brings me to this blurry scene of a too warm evening on a humid day. Coming home from dinner at a restaurant, I was sitting in the back seat of our huge van thinking of ways to pester my brother the most. Suddenly I realized that I was missing the familiar fuzz that was K.C. which was always plastered between my arm and side. Tears were streaking down my scrunched face, as panic flooded my mind: My puppy was gone! Did someone steal him?
It wasn't until I started wailing, that mommy and daddy looked back at me with a frown. Maybe, 'cause I never cried unless it had to do with my K.C., but they knew at once that I had lost him, and I felt real bad. But now I missed him, and they drove us back to the restaurant, and told me to stay in the car.
I don't remember how long I had my face pressed against the glass, waiting. Then out of my hazy vision, I caught sight of my parents seeming to walk hand in hand, however, when I looked closer, I distinguished the small ridiculous figure that caused all this trouble. And I remember this now with embarrassment of how irrational I was at the temporary loss of a stuffed animal.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Metamorphosis: Tone
I chose Tone as the most prominent literary element of Metamorphosis. This stood out as the most prominent to me because throughout the book, there wasn't an area that didn't have tone.
But to tell the truth, I chose Tone through the process of elimination. Perhaps motif might have worked as a more dominant literary feature, however, I didn't see how I could use it, considering I still don't know what it means.
Still, the tone did reflect on the events, and helped enhance the story. Tone was probably chosen by Kafka to convey the idea of being transformed into a cockroach as a horrid life; it gives a looming feeling of melancholy, gloom, and pessimistic attitude. Throughout the story, the tone changes in different forms of negative feelings and heads toward the climax of the story where it is tied in subtly.
But to tell the truth, I chose Tone through the process of elimination. Perhaps motif might have worked as a more dominant literary feature, however, I didn't see how I could use it, considering I still don't know what it means.
Still, the tone did reflect on the events, and helped enhance the story. Tone was probably chosen by Kafka to convey the idea of being transformed into a cockroach as a horrid life; it gives a looming feeling of melancholy, gloom, and pessimistic attitude. Throughout the story, the tone changes in different forms of negative feelings and heads toward the climax of the story where it is tied in subtly.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Outside Reading: Metamorphasis
Starting this book, it immediately grabs my attention because it gets straight to the point of the story, and keeps me intrigued. It's not hard to get into because, right off the bat, it gives me a new idea and concept to ponder.
The most prominent literary element so far in this book seems to be Imagery and Detail. This is obvious because he describes every view of his situation, and transformation. He uses these literary elements to illustrate a different aspect of life, such as being a cockroach
The tone in this novel first seemed nostalgic, because Gregor was confused and gloomy with his transformation. However, later on in this novel, he is more calm and confident in his reality.
The most prominent literary element so far in this book seems to be Imagery and Detail. This is obvious because he describes every view of his situation, and transformation. He uses these literary elements to illustrate a different aspect of life, such as being a cockroach
The tone in this novel first seemed nostalgic, because Gregor was confused and gloomy with his transformation. However, later on in this novel, he is more calm and confident in his reality.
Writing about Reading
This is my passion, my alternate universe, and my own silent observation – reading. A new book is in many ways like moving to a new place; you don't know the standard here; you don't know these people; and you wonder, what is the possible outcome? Maybe if a book stated the ending right there in the beginning, it wouldn't be considered a book – maybe that's why a book that is so open to countless opportunities energizes me. This is why I rarely put down a book just because I find the beginning dull; I keep in mind that there may be an erratic ending that I might miss if I shoot this opportunity.
After the rising motivation peaks, there comes a problem of continuing the book, halfway into it. The motivation stops there because of one crucial issue – distractions. There’s nothing in the world like having a big brother. I’m not talking about the basic “Give me respect, and get me the cup of water that sits 5 inches from my hand” type of big brother (which is still true), but the big brother that has not yet grown up. “OH YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT, NOOBS!” is heard, yet felt, reverberating around my entire house when he wins a game of COD4. Why exactly might this disturb me? – because I intended to read my book peacefully at that moment, while Andrew, not knowingly, just lost my spot in it. There is always a solution to these kind of problems, and I happened to find mine at the nearest Target®; Skull Candy Earphones that block out all other sound besides to the music it’s connected to happens to be the cause for calming, uninterrupted reading. (Results may vary)
Unconsciously, I’ve created a habitual schedule that gives testimony as to why I’m always wanting to sleep an extra 3 hours when I wake up. It is because when I start reading, I get hooked and keep reading, and I tend to read the best when it is nearly 11 – this happens to be when everyone in my household are quietly dreaming – and don’t stop until I realize it’s past midnight, possibly 1AM. I’m not sure if this is because I’m starting to show signs of being a loner, or because I just like the feel of entering the world of my book when no one else seems to be around me. When I’m lost in a book, it’s hard to tell.
The way I read shows why it’s hard for me to stop reading before its 3 hours past. I’ve created a system where I try not to get up for a bathroom break or for water, this way there’s absolutely no distractions standing in the way of me and the book that is always in my vicinity. This often creates problems when people are trying to talk to me or text me, because when focusing on a book, my mind tends to classify those notifications as unnecessary as bathroom breaks or water, and ignores them to saturate my pulsating need to read and read.
Why do I read fiction? This is definitely something as vague as “asking why we breathe.” (Quote: Carolyn Gilman) I once thought that reading fiction was the perfect way to ‘escape reality’ when in fact, the morals and themes of fiction stories seem to underline reality in such a way that it is implied, undefined, and comes back to bite you in the butt. However, I will never enjoy reading non-fiction (reality) as much as fiction, because unlike non-fiction, it has a unique quality to it that varies with each author, that conveys a NEW story that only matches their own imagination – and this inspires me. Fiction builds integrity in a style that also stimulates imagination and a casual view of the world.
This is my perception of reading.
After the rising motivation peaks, there comes a problem of continuing the book, halfway into it. The motivation stops there because of one crucial issue – distractions. There’s nothing in the world like having a big brother. I’m not talking about the basic “Give me respect, and get me the cup of water that sits 5 inches from my hand” type of big brother (which is still true), but the big brother that has not yet grown up. “OH YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT, NOOBS!” is heard, yet felt, reverberating around my entire house when he wins a game of COD4. Why exactly might this disturb me? – because I intended to read my book peacefully at that moment, while Andrew, not knowingly, just lost my spot in it. There is always a solution to these kind of problems, and I happened to find mine at the nearest Target®; Skull Candy Earphones that block out all other sound besides to the music it’s connected to happens to be the cause for calming, uninterrupted reading. (Results may vary)
Unconsciously, I’ve created a habitual schedule that gives testimony as to why I’m always wanting to sleep an extra 3 hours when I wake up. It is because when I start reading, I get hooked and keep reading, and I tend to read the best when it is nearly 11 – this happens to be when everyone in my household are quietly dreaming – and don’t stop until I realize it’s past midnight, possibly 1AM. I’m not sure if this is because I’m starting to show signs of being a loner, or because I just like the feel of entering the world of my book when no one else seems to be around me. When I’m lost in a book, it’s hard to tell.
The way I read shows why it’s hard for me to stop reading before its 3 hours past. I’ve created a system where I try not to get up for a bathroom break or for water, this way there’s absolutely no distractions standing in the way of me and the book that is always in my vicinity. This often creates problems when people are trying to talk to me or text me, because when focusing on a book, my mind tends to classify those notifications as unnecessary as bathroom breaks or water, and ignores them to saturate my pulsating need to read and read.
Why do I read fiction? This is definitely something as vague as “asking why we breathe.” (Quote: Carolyn Gilman) I once thought that reading fiction was the perfect way to ‘escape reality’ when in fact, the morals and themes of fiction stories seem to underline reality in such a way that it is implied, undefined, and comes back to bite you in the butt. However, I will never enjoy reading non-fiction (reality) as much as fiction, because unlike non-fiction, it has a unique quality to it that varies with each author, that conveys a NEW story that only matches their own imagination – and this inspires me. Fiction builds integrity in a style that also stimulates imagination and a casual view of the world.
This is my perception of reading.
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