The whispers of the wind, swishing through the willow trees, made her jump. She felt cold, scared, had the familiar feeling of unfamiliarity. Her hands kept brushing imaginary walls, but she was so sure they were real. And the howling would not stop. It bore a strange resemblance to a dying dog; yet, there was nothing in sight. Everything around her was dense, dangerous, dark foliage. The atmosphere seemed blurry, wispy-like. It made everything look unnatural, unbelievable.
Sitting on the other side of Midwinter Forest was Aloe, watching Vera, waiting for his chance. It was so close everything was perfect. All Vera had to do now was
Jolted by the echo of a faraway voice, I arose to find myself in a long, thin, wooden boat, crammed with chattering strangers I assumed were tourists. My family was close by, listening to the native guide speak proudly of his homeland, a land so alien to all of us but him.
As he spoke of the oldest rainforest in the world, I found my mind wandering and I began to gaze absently into the distance. Endless dense foliage ran all along the vast river's banks and in all four corners of my sight was water. Miles and miles of wet waves surrounded me, whispering sweetly in my ears and telling me to dive in for a quick swim.
Tempted, I dipped my hand
In the year 1998, a promise was made. It was an international understanding, a mutual pact, a treaty. It was called the Kyoto Protocol and it was a treaty targeted on saving the ozone layer, which protects all life on earth from deadly radiation from the sun.
The participating countries that signed the legal document were, in alphabetical order, Argentina, Australia, Austria, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, Chile, Cube, Czech Republic, Denmark, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, India, Iran, Ireland, Israel, Italy, Japan, Kenya, Malaysia, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Russia, South Africa, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, The Netherlands, The Peop
In order to discuss what has been found interesting in the cinematic techniques used in Gladiator, a specific sequence has been chosen to analyse in detail. This sequence begins from Maximus waking up to discover that the emperor has died, to when he wakes up again, having been captured by the slave traders. This sequence has been chosen mainly because of the strong link between one awakening to another.
The sequence starts in the darkness with the first atmosphere already being created, that of worry. Worry because Maximus is in a state of vulnerability as he is asleep and neither the audience, nor Maximus know who has entered his room. The
Analysing Act 2, Scene 1 and Act 4, Scene 3 in "The Taming of the Shrew" will cover various features of the clever language Shakespeare has used in the play, in order for it to appeal to all audiences. This will include humour in the form of sexual innuendo, slapstick comedy and puns because the play is a comedy. I will also point out animal imagery and different 16th century themes Shakespeare has included in the play, some of which still exist today i.e. sexism, men versus women, power and appearance versus reality (what is seen on the surface is not always what is underneath).
The main theme that any 21st Century audience will firstly not
So summer is officially over. *Sigh* I hope everyone had a good one. It's been hectic for me - to say the least. A very emotional time, I've grown a lot more over these past 3 months. I always tend to do most of my observations and learn most of my lessons between June-September. I wonder why that is? Perhaps it's because I have a little more time for 'me'. So what have I learned this year? I'll let my shots do most of the talking. I have discovered and confirmed that I am a romantic, to the core, and until I find someone that is like me, I will remain single and alone. Nostalgia always hits me in a hard place, as do public displays of affect
"In India, I found a race of mortals living upon the Earth, but not adhering to it, inhabiting cities, but not being fixed to them, possessing everything, but possessed by nothing" - Apollonius Tyanaeus
I just returned from a 4-day trip from the motherland (Mumbai, India). I hadn't been back since I was 15 and previously did not have great memories from the city I hail from. This trip proved to completely alter my view of the place.
Previously, visiting India simply meant illness, discomfort, inconvenience, disgust (by the pollution, dirt and lack of sanitation) and most importantly, sadness (obviously because of the poverty). After my most
"Time is not what it is, but how it is felt" - Zadie Smith
It's true, y'know? I feel different. It's been more than a year since a journal entry, so there is so much to talk about. A girl of many words, I am, but I've realised that in the past, I used them to fill the space and emptiness in my life. Words helped me heal. Time does not heal all wounds for me..it's in the words. I love that, because then patience is not required, all that is needed is the emotion to write. And I have that by the bucket load! (Obviously, based on my journal entries and poetry!) So what is there to say that wouldn't be boring and monotonous but instead, engaging
HI Riva. great journals! smashing pics also, totally inspirational. sorry to hear about your braeak up , a girle like you shuld never be a lone, best wishes thinking of you! -------- be happy my beuty. ---------fwhphoto.--------------------PS--I to am a romantic.---------------