In Danger of Being Sentimental.

Writing a personal statement is difficult. Realising that i can’t revert to my usual sarcastic dry-humoured self with a touch of awkwardness is hard. Where is my fall-back? Why can i not get across my goofy lovable self. Part of this massive endeavor which we call growing up is straying away from our comfort zone in favour of expanding our knowledge and horizons. Quite simply- growing up is difficult. Staying awake not because you want to watch that last episode of Dexter but because you need to finish your coursework deadline, or your boyfriend is feeling down about his future, or your dog wont stop pawing at the door despite your best attempts to make him love you. Wait what?.. The truth is that as i grow up and i get more comfortable in my own skin, there is more growing up to be done. It’s like physically growing up is a metaphor for emotionally doing so. I have come to the sudden realisation that my 17 years 9 months and 28 days on this earth isn’t as much as I thought it was however i am already expected to make all those decisions that will stay with me for the rest of my life and that’s terrifying. But, i take solace in the fact that I- like so many other teenagers coming out of that ‘een‘ stage (be it seventeen eighteen or nineteen) are surrounded by people that love them and are here to cushion the hard reality of life and getting older. I guess i’m just posting to remind those people that i appreciate what they do;be they teacher or parent, friend or novio.

Many thanks 🙂

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The Book Thief- Markus Zusak (Novel)

Novels with historical context for me are a particular weak spot, whilst i enjoy dabbling in the works of Tolkein and Lewis, there is something eminently fascinating and heart-wrenching about a novel with truth behind it, as for me, this … Continue reading

Review- The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald (Novel)

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The Great Gatsby is a timeless classic, filled with interesting content that tests the morality of both the characters and readers alike. Beautifully written it has become one of my favourite novels after recently studying it as an A level text, doing so allowed me to delve into the depths of the stories and become more aware of the ‘roaring twenties’ so fondly remembered and captured in american literature. Whilst glorifying this concept of wealth in the most lavish of ways, Fitzgerald allows us to see the consequence of wealth and similarly the falseness of it. Gatsby is presented as an enigmatic character from the beginning of the text but gradually the story-line strips away the glory of Gatsby until we are left with the vulnerable and very real character of James Gatz. The first person modified narration of the story is utilized cleverly by Fitzgerald to select the information that the reader consumes and in doing so allows us to believe we are formulating our own opinions of characters when in actuality Fitzgerald is driving us to particular thoughts. With a brilliant setting of West and East Egg and the juxtaposition of the Valley of Ashes, Fitzgerald ushers the reader into the reality of wealth and the ‘careless’ people that it ensnares. With beautiful poetic language and a short number of pages for the reader to digest, it is no mistake that it is regarded as a brilliant work and I would openly recommend it to anyone.

Favourite quote: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

9/10

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I wrote this a couple of weeks ago in a sorry for myself state and, evidently, as a writer I often over-emphasize so enjoy:

And it was almost symbolic,

It seemed that with every drop the rain matched my tears,

Except now I was crying harder, the water collecting faster, the river flowing quicker, my body becoming more numb.

It seemed that every short breath between each sob mimicked that so cruelly stolen by a kiss before.

It seemed every object was branded with the image of him laughing, loving, loving me.

Something i wish i had treasured before.

It seems that everywhere i look, couples walk side by side, when my own footprints are but single in the sand.

It seems that every leaf that falls is torn, yellowed, browned, a mere shell of what it once was.

And it was almost symbollic.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Change

Recently my youngest brother had his fifth birthday. For me this gave me a real sense of how he was growing up and beginning to learn and do things for himself. This is a photo of a delicious cake that my father took the time to make for little Rafael as he is very fond of pirates as i’m sure many other five-year-old boys are.  For me this photo sums up the change that each new year brings and bestows upon our family.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Color- The Fallen One

Be nice guys its my first post! 🙂

The assignment this week was color (or colour if you’re english).

This is a photo from a memorial in Ypres, Belgium that I visited on a recent trip. Although this may not be the most technical photo in the world (the focus is not fantastic etc), it says a great deal about the emotions behind where we visited. The focus in this photo is on the poppy on the fallen cross. It perfectly resembles the humble soldier striding into battle his strongest weapon, bravery. And when even his most powerful weapon fails, it is engraved into the hearts and minds of all those that fought alongside him and those forever grieving, forever remembering.

R.I.P

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