Narrator

People's opinions are often heavily biased, since they can only see one facet but not the other. And the reason these self centered antagonists often landed on the center of the stage was for only one purpose- entertainment. People often find those characters funny, but what they don't understand is the characters are simply an exaggerated( and in some cases, not) example of themselves. Most people refused to admit that. In the " Tell-tale Heart"the narrator had proven himself a madman right from the beginning, murdering a harmless old man whom he adores just because his pale blue eyes feared him. Definitely not normal, but he sure thought so.  The unfamous book " Hells and Heavens" also served an excellent example of a biased narration. For those who don't know ( and I'm assuming that none of you do, but that's perfectly fine.) The narrator and main character- Lucinda Karren was tormented with her love to Francis- a demon from hell, his compel for her made her life a living hell. And a literal one, not just a mental one. Meanwhile, her Christian family and society commanded her to side with Edward, an angelic man who later seized her... Anyway, not important. What I was trying to say is that in this story Lucinda had many biased opinions about society" Women are cowardly, they believe what the society wants them to believe" was one of the most famous quotes out of that story.

Scary Stories

There are two components of all horrors( and not just from literture, but in real life as well) and they are the element of suspense and surprise. Horror stories live and breath with those two components.  As in for my personal horror, I would say loosing./to lost something valuable such as reputation, friends, good grades, my project( especially during a group project when you spent hours with your buddies making that single hand-made, most humanly prescious, extrodenary, desirous project. You loose it? You're in big trouble!). The reason for  "loosing" to horrify me was simple, I don't like losting/loosing anything. I suppose many people felt the same way. Specaking of horror stories, I've actually got a personel horror story of my own. It happened when I was in frist grade, I didn't know when, but somehow late at night before bed time, I would hear a spirit's soft knock( Ok, not true. I just wrote this to make it more suspenseful.). I remembered the first time the dreadful sound reached my ears, Quandan! Like the sound of breaking glass. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Without a second thought, I through open the bathroom door and found nothing. Assuring myself that what happened was nothing, I climbed into bed. That was not the last of it, however, cause the shatter of pure glass rang throughout  the whole night and eveutually, through the whole year. In fact, if happened often enough that I am no longer afraid of it. And one day, I don't know when, ir( The sound) faded away until I never once heard it ever again.

Ode

Not being excactly poet material, I had a hard time writting this journal. After pondering for a while, I came up with the list of ideas that I will describe one by one. The first out of them is, TV. I can describe the way the constant change of color and the flash of light glued my attention better than anything else. And how the way it made everything else seeming so tedious. Ex. A long day after school I sat, with a long night stretched far ahead. What a dull world that I'm in I thought, and nothing seemed to worked out for me...Another idea is the computer. I can describe it's multiple functions and the way it affected my life. Ex. There it was, a screen with flash. A mouse that moves, and a keyboard that I slashes. THere I was...etc. The other idea that I also had in mind was about tests. I can describe the ruthless torture and how us students felt about it. Ex. Tik, tik it's the tik of the clock, the clock had ticked and I am blank and sick...etc. I can also write about friendship and how it had affected my life. Ex. Hand in hand they stood, in the center of a storm. And it was, that moment that they knew, nothing will ever touch them, harm them. Because, they have each other's care...etc( Really lame, I know. INfact all of them are lame). Other than that, I might also write about familiar things such as: school, art, english, math, sports, and perhaps music...

Lunar New Year

After leaving PAS, I embraced the freedom in which I deserved.  Wind gently picked up my sleeves and the world seemed all of a sudden, brighter and merrier...I decided to paint a more vivid picture of this moment right here since my vacation pretty much went downhill from there. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that my vacation was horrible, it's just that there are moments of extremes that can never be replaced. And the feeling of freedom from the clutches of schoolwork is simply the time of my life. Afterwards, I left for home and finished my school assignments which was really starting to pile. I them convinced myself to neglect my uneasiness towards my uncompleted math assignment and left for a little air with my brother. I slept late that night since I thought I had all the time in the world, so what's the hurry? The next day, I woke up at around ten but remained in bed till eleven. We had an easy take out lunch and my parents decided to take a nap. After what seemed like hours, we finally headed for my grandparent's home for hope of entertainments. The dinner was descent, my aunts and uncles had made sure to have everything just right. Yet since eating wasn't somewhat my main concern, I didn't like it too much since it was kind of boring. It wasn't until later in which my angel naive cousin who grabbed the microphone and started screaming into it when the dinner got really interesting. The innocent little boy had mistaken our polite app louses for genuine appreciation, hahaha. I would like to continue but I already reached the limit. So this will be it.

Prose or Poetry

I would personally prefer prose to poetry due to obvious reasons, and I am pretty sure that many others have similar opioions as mine. A prose is simple and easy to understand, though plain at times, but right to the point. When a poetry contains more emotions but is harder to read and interpret. Everyone will have their oen interpretations, and it's hard for the author to get the message across to the audience. It is  beautiful yes, prescious yes, but hard to get. It's also easy to read out loud, the words simply roll down your tongue. Ok, I know that I'm am being unfocused here and you probably couldn't understand what I was trying to get across, but that's ok. Go read someone else 's blog, he or she will have a clearer mind that I do. Than perhaps you will have no trouble understanding them at all. If, IF , you chose to continue reading, thank you. It means so much to me. Anyway, since prose is more to my preference, I do enjoy reading fictions and facts. Poetries are simply too complex for me, having to go through all those lines and can't seem to grasp the meaning until the very end is sometimes a cruel torture. And I suppose that's all I have to say about prose and poetry.

Outsiders film v. Book

Although we did not finish the  film just yet, we've watched parts of it. And that minimum amount of information was enough for me to decide on which one was to my favor. The book version is more preferable. Although the movie was animated with actions and real blood, the story line seemed somehow twisted, which was disappointing. Certain scenes were skipped or fast forwarded and that's just say that the starring did not live up to my expectations. Now if you allow, I will give you a few examples from the film to support my thesis. Think back to the scene where the whole story became truly engaging- Darry loosing his temper and physical abused Ponyboy. Our talented author had given this moment some extra thought of tension, the feeling of betrayal and anger. The house froze after the violating action, all motions stop and a sense of surprise  was passed between the characters. Than, Ponyboy ran. The film didn't capture this, instead they focused more on the killing part afterwards which was also important, but not as important as this. Since that was how the whole story started. No, the film didn't capture the art of the whole story the author had planted, and no, it was not better than the story due to it's lack of an interesting story line. I hope my criticisms did not offend anyone, but if it did, I do apologize.

Film v Print

Both films and prints have their own advantages and disadvantages. Films are more entertaining, interesting( depending on your point of view actually. BUt that's focus on the public opinion here. What would you have chosen if you were given an assignment to read the text book or watch an educational film if the time for both is the same? It's common sense).  As in for the cons of films, there are: distracting, and unhealthy. Colored films can often be distracting as all the colors blended in together into this large blob of things and it can actually make the scene look more violent. Taking our last journal entry for an instance, it would be a lot easier to simply read a book than to actually "watch" the whole thing where blood and guts spilled everywhere( the details for this sentence are actually unnecessary, but it's funny to think about the expression on certain people's face if they hear about this. Haha) Oh, and another con about prints is that the plot often gets twisted and is hard to live up to reader's expectation. " Books are often better than films itself"said an anonymous quoter and I have to agree. Although films may seem more interesting, the plot often had into what the directors thought would be to the public's appeal. Weird thing that they are often wrong. As in for the prints, it's simply the opposite. Anyone with mediocre intelligence ( at least) can figure it out.