1. Literal- Although, I tend to stray away from non-fiction books, I do non-fiction watch movies. I loved the Inconvient Truth, the movie reveals the truth of global warming. It talks about the effects, and I really loved learning more about environmental problems.
2. Emotional- I have read many emotional books and most of the time these become my favourites. In the case of movies, I really connected with My Sister's Keeper. I cried from the first scene all the way until the end. When you are reading or watching situations like these, you acutally begin to feel what they are going through. Also, I felt like I could relate to it, and that is why I loved it so much.
3. Moral- My favourite book/movie when I was a child was Cinderella. I learned that even though you may be unappreciated and condemned to live a horrible life, if you are truly kind hearted good things will soon come your way. I also learned to treat others the way, that I want to be treated. Cinderella even taught me that no matter what I had to go through, soon enough my prince charming would come my way. Just to let you know I am still waiting for him...
4. Symbolic- I have to admit that I loved the novel Life of Pi, it had so much symbolism and it was enticingly rich. They used colours, animals, and religion for symbolism.
5. Hyperbolic- My favourite hyperbolic movie is Scary Movie 3, it is a satire of all the scary movies but together. This movie never fails to make me laugh at the part when they have Micheal Jackson sitting in the girls room!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Encounter
The park was filled with sounds, and scents of blossoming flowers. Babies were in their strollers being pushed by their Mommies, and others were walking their dogs. The rest of the people didn't seem to register to me. I mindlessly sat down on the bench and closed me eyes. I titled my face up and let the sun warm my skin. Summer could not have come fast enough. I opened my eyes when birds began to think of me as a statue, and good thing I did because a homeless person had made his way towards me. My heart was light today and I decided to spare him some change but I didn't bother to stay longer and observe him.
I continued to walk down the path, clearing my head of all troubles. I was in deep thought when I slammed into someone. I fell back and hit my head on the concrete pavement. The other person seemed not to have fallen because his shadow was blocking the sun. My vision made duplicates of the person I had just slammed into.
I continued to walk down the path, clearing my head of all troubles. I was in deep thought when I slammed into someone. I fell back and hit my head on the concrete pavement. The other person seemed not to have fallen because his shadow was blocking the sun. My vision made duplicates of the person I had just slammed into.
"Owwwww" I cried, and he immediately knelt down and helped me up. He started to move his lips but my hearing had become lost in the fall. He is...no it couldn't be...not possible...but without a doubt this was Taylor Lautner.
"...I'm so sorry, does your head hurt?" he finished saying with those puppy dog eyes.
"My head?...Oh ya, I'll be fine." I tried to force a smile but my head hurt too much. Why didn't I wear my purple dress today? I should have put on some lip gloss before I left the house, "Ummm...." I was about to say something but his hand was on my head and I had gone breathless. "Ya, I definitely feel a bump right here" he examined my head and frowned.
"Why were you running?" I asked, suddenly remembering seeing a person running full speed at me. He looked shocked for a moment and then I saw a flash of recognition in his eyes. He looked back behind him and his stance looked like a runner before a race. He paused for a moment and then replied, "Would you like to run away with me?"
"Yes! I mean sure" I tried to remain calm but my heart was beating so fast that I thought it would fly right out of me.
"Yes, I promise" I didn't even bother to consider it, the words will you stay with me willyoustaywithme... willyoustaywithme kept running through my aching head.
He smiled a devastingly beautiful smile that melted my heart down from it's hyper active state, "First of all I never got your name beautiful"
"Uh..Saba" I stammered, he had made me forget my own name!
"Lovely," he chirped and then he looked right into my eyes "I am Taylor Lautner." I was about to say that I knew but he nodded as he was answering my thoughts. "You know, of course. Well, if you hadn't noticed the park is kind of busy today"
"Yeah, I could barely walk through the trail, that is why I was walking along this path..."
"And I was running away from all those crazy fans and the paparazzi when I ran into you" he concluded.
"So are you filming a new movie here or something?" I couldn't imagine why Taylor Lautner would be here of all places.
"Nah, I just wanted to hang outside today" He said it as if it were the most ordinary thing for him in the world.
"Okay, so now we have to run right? Because everyone wants an autograph or picture?" I smiled knowingly. A short distance away and fast approaching was a mob of people. I nodded in their direction, and Taylor gasped in shock,"Wow, they are fast."
"We can be faster" this time we both grinned, he slipped his hand into mine and we ran towards the sun. The mob was getting faster and faster, yelling "Stop!" and "Who's the girl?" I was out of breath by the time we were on the street. Silently, we made a plan and the next store that came up we ducked into. We waited several minutes then slipped out only to find that our dilemma had not vanished. The mob must have figured that we had gone into a store and they were screaming their way back down.
Taylor laughed and squeezed my hand, "I've got a plan." His laugh was infectous and all I could do was laugh back, "Okay, let's hear it."
"No, I'll show you" he lead me towards a narrow alley, "Being famous, I need to know all the secret routes to get around town." We were going down a broken-up path, I couldn't imagine what his life must be like.
Taylor didn't bother to run anymore, he walked at a slow pace and every so often he'd look back and make sure no one was following us. He asked me about my life and the school I went to, he seemed interested and that was all I needed to know. He shared some secrets with me, that I will never tell. The sun had begun to dim and I was shocked when I realized how long we had been walking. "Voila" he said; there in front of us was a Mercedes-Benz SLK300. I started to doubt my sanity, was I imagining Taylor and all of this?
"There they are!" a thousand and one voices cried, I looked to my left- the mob.
"Not again," Taylor sighed and then flashed me a smile, "Hop in gorgeous." I did as I was told, and hopped into the convertible. Before I knew it, the car was in drive, and Taylor shyly said, "Now that the mob is gone, can I finally kiss you?"
"Only if you promise me that no matter what you will stay with me" I said.
"Forever, if you will have me" he said softly, and then he leaned in and kissed me.
We drove towards the sunset, head ache and the mob all gone. All there was Taylor and me- forever just like he promised.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I am an Object, the Object is Me
Hello!
Wow did you know that you are the very first person I have talked to? You see I am kind of shy. I really like to hide behind desks and people and I am good at it! Actually hide and seek is my favourite game, sometimes I can stay hidden for days on end! I usually use the good old trick of hiding under some clothes (jackets work the best).
Other than playing hide and seek, I sit around with my friends. My friends are so new and shiny. They can comfort even the saddest person around, people always get mad at me for some reason. I guess it's because I am old and skinny. My new friends are also strong, they laugh and call me weak. One time I got so anxious and I began to rock back and forth to make the noise go away and I accidently fell over! Good thing I didn't hurt my back, I always practice perfect posture. My new friends like to lay back while lounging around. Such couch potatoes.
I have a pretty big family, most of my brothers and sisters have gone off the unversity and have started careers. The majority of my family works in waiting rooms. When we are young we learn to be very patient. Sometimes I get bullied, I guess thats what high school is all about. People kick me and put gum on me. Gosh, don't they know that it is so hard to get gum out. I don't get to make any decisions, even though I think I am old enough to. When I get in trouble, I get stacked with all the others in a dark and scary room.
Oh I forgot to tell you about the time I got to meet Queen Throne, that was the best day of my life. She is so nice and soft. She told me that I was born to have people...sit on me! No, that can not be right because well that would mean that I was a....chair. OH! That's right I am a chair. People sit on me all day, my view consists of denim jeans and silky skirts, and sometimes I breathe in some really bad smells. I am a chair, I think I actually believe that now...OH NO! I am losing my voice. Uh oh. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a chair, that way I could talk all the time.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Wow did you know that you are the very first person I have talked to? You see I am kind of shy. I really like to hide behind desks and people and I am good at it! Actually hide and seek is my favourite game, sometimes I can stay hidden for days on end! I usually use the good old trick of hiding under some clothes (jackets work the best).
Other than playing hide and seek, I sit around with my friends. My friends are so new and shiny. They can comfort even the saddest person around, people always get mad at me for some reason. I guess it's because I am old and skinny. My new friends are also strong, they laugh and call me weak. One time I got so anxious and I began to rock back and forth to make the noise go away and I accidently fell over! Good thing I didn't hurt my back, I always practice perfect posture. My new friends like to lay back while lounging around. Such couch potatoes.
I have a pretty big family, most of my brothers and sisters have gone off the unversity and have started careers. The majority of my family works in waiting rooms. When we are young we learn to be very patient. Sometimes I get bullied, I guess thats what high school is all about. People kick me and put gum on me. Gosh, don't they know that it is so hard to get gum out. I don't get to make any decisions, even though I think I am old enough to. When I get in trouble, I get stacked with all the others in a dark and scary room.
Oh I forgot to tell you about the time I got to meet Queen Throne, that was the best day of my life. She is so nice and soft. She told me that I was born to have people...sit on me! No, that can not be right because well that would mean that I was a....chair. OH! That's right I am a chair. People sit on me all day, my view consists of denim jeans and silky skirts, and sometimes I breathe in some really bad smells. I am a chair, I think I actually believe that now...OH NO! I am losing my voice. Uh oh. Sometimes I wish I wasn't a chair, that way I could talk all the time.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Guess What?!?!
You would never have guessed what happened on that day. It was raining buckets and buckets; I ran down the street with my umbrella. The sun had evaded the sky so quickly and I knew that darkness would be coming soon. I looked at tyhe time, oh I was so late for it. It must have already happpened-without me! Splash! Splash! My ears began to hear a ringing sound. I stopped dead in my tracks, something was coming...What was that noise? I did not dare turn back, but but before I could get there, it captured me. The last thing that flashed through my ming was a photograph of a castle.
In my unconscious state, I dreamt about wierd creatures, magical frogs. I tried to get myself to speak but I knew that someone, something was behind all this. The frogs dragged me up a hill and what seemed to be a forest. I screamed but there was slime on my lips. Gross, I thought. I pleaded to them with my eyes but the frogs were on a mission. Where was my ipod when I needed it? I could blast my music and sonic sound blow them all away. I searched my pockets but there was nothing. A frog tapped me on the shoulder and I saw that he was listening to my ipod. What! Then I saw a clearing in the trees, it was a sign. I hoped that beyond it was help. The clearing revealed a castle. As they carried me closer, I saw someone leap from behind and jump on the frogs leader. I threw him my umbrella and he used it as a sword to swat away the now angry frogs. The frogs began to look seriously aggressive , I choked back another scream. I wandered if my prince would win? What could I do? I noticed that the one frog had dropped my ipod. AH HA!
Alas, a plan. I grabbed my ipod and blasted Taylor Swift, a blue light shot out and all the frogs fell flat. My prince, yes he was now mine, came and untied me. He carried me up the rest of the hill tp his castle. There I washed away the slime from my lips and left without another glance in the mirror.
That night we feasted on many different types of chocolate. The prince then knelt, while wearing his leather shoes and I could feel my heart about to burst out of my skin. He spoke the words and I nearly fainted, "Do you love me?"
I jumped for joy and was about to say yes when he said "Because I need you to go get me some McDonalds."
I flashed red with anger. I was not a slave! So as I began to cry, tears of pity for myself he got up and said, "I'm just kidding. Marry me my fair lady." I became the princess of the land and I swear to you that is exactly how it all went down.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
In my unconscious state, I dreamt about wierd creatures, magical frogs. I tried to get myself to speak but I knew that someone, something was behind all this. The frogs dragged me up a hill and what seemed to be a forest. I screamed but there was slime on my lips. Gross, I thought. I pleaded to them with my eyes but the frogs were on a mission. Where was my ipod when I needed it? I could blast my music and sonic sound blow them all away. I searched my pockets but there was nothing. A frog tapped me on the shoulder and I saw that he was listening to my ipod. What! Then I saw a clearing in the trees, it was a sign. I hoped that beyond it was help. The clearing revealed a castle. As they carried me closer, I saw someone leap from behind and jump on the frogs leader. I threw him my umbrella and he used it as a sword to swat away the now angry frogs. The frogs began to look seriously aggressive , I choked back another scream. I wandered if my prince would win? What could I do? I noticed that the one frog had dropped my ipod. AH HA!
Alas, a plan. I grabbed my ipod and blasted Taylor Swift, a blue light shot out and all the frogs fell flat. My prince, yes he was now mine, came and untied me. He carried me up the rest of the hill tp his castle. There I washed away the slime from my lips and left without another glance in the mirror.
That night we feasted on many different types of chocolate. The prince then knelt, while wearing his leather shoes and I could feel my heart about to burst out of my skin. He spoke the words and I nearly fainted, "Do you love me?"
I jumped for joy and was about to say yes when he said "Because I need you to go get me some McDonalds."
I flashed red with anger. I was not a slave! So as I began to cry, tears of pity for myself he got up and said, "I'm just kidding. Marry me my fair lady." I became the princess of the land and I swear to you that is exactly how it all went down.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Craving Words and Pages
Today could not have come soon enough, it's Valentines Day. As most people associate this day with chocolate, I have another view. On most holidays my unbearable craving for the delicious comes back to me. It comes on Thanksgiving, Halloween, Christmas, today, and Easter. After many doctors appointments and tests, it is clear that nothing can be done. I have Book Eating Disorder. You might be shocked, but it is true. So today, I was trying my best to push all thoughts away but it could only last so long. Hungry and anxious, I went to the closest grocery store I could find, oops I mean book store. Having been good for so long I decided to splurge on myself.
I walked along the fiction isle. yummm...my mouth watered, I was so thirsty like Edward when he was around Bella. I quickly picked up Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer) this was going to feel so good as it went down my throat, calming my ever lasting thirst for a bit. I knew for a fact that I'd be eating this one in the least amount of bites as possible. It was a hot summer day, and I wanted to chug the words off the pages. I was giddy with excitement, I wanted to race home but I knew I still needed more.
Love and fantasy were my peanut butter and jelly; I loved the them mixed together so much that I decided to get another. I glanced around, checking to see if I
was being watched. The sales people would never understand but...Damon would. Ohhhh Vampire Diaries, so sweet and tasty. L. J. Smith knew how to make you feel satisfied. I grabbed the series hungrily, licking my lips. It was ice cream with a cherry on top and candy all wrapped in one. I was going to devour them slowly, making sure that the books lived on in my soul. Dazed by my fantasies, I forgot to keep control of myself. I realized a little to late that I had began to lick the hefty novel as if it were ice cream on a cone. I looked to my left and right. Phew, I was safe.
Daintily I made my way down the classics isle, I needed something salty to balance out the sweetness. I have always been a fan of Jane Austen, but today I needed a different com
fort. I knew that Pride and Prejudice wouldn't cut it today, maybe in a couple of weeks I'd come by with my sense and sensibility and read it once, before I cut it up into bit size pieces and traveled back in time. However, at the current time I traced the spine of Wuthering Heights gently. This was one of those delicate and rare meals that I rarely ate. The classics were special, and I hated to bring harm upon them but I reminded myself of the crisp taste and the feelings it would make me feel. There it was settled. I caressed the book away from the others, and mindlessly walked toward the next isle.
Oh no... the cookbook isle, this isle haunted my dreams. It made me do things that I had never thought possible. I ran to the next isle before I could even let myself regard the chocolate donned pages. Today was such a splendid day...A Thousand Splendid Su
ns by Khaled Hosseini appeared in my sight, this must be a sign I thought. Mmmmmm, I could feel the spiciness radiating off the book. Such a sad story, but it had strength. Laila and Mariam's willpower would burn my tongue and insides but I didn't care about my disliking for spicy foods. I love this one so much that I would eat it twice and once more. Books can change you for the better I like to think.
My resolve almost broke and I began to feel guilty about what I was going to do when I got home. My stomach rumbled and all thoughts got pushed away, I ha
ve a right to eat these books and I will. I debated my next purchase; Sarah Dessen has so much different toppings to choose from, her books make for a great tasting pizza. I picked up Just Listen and flipped through the pages. The aroma of the book hits me, I have to nearly run to cashier. I wanted this book-all of these books- to be a part of me. I was so happy that I was having an out-of-body experience.
I am unaware of how I made my way home, but the next thing I know I am patting my stomach, craving all gone. I tune in to the movie Notebook. What can I say? Books are my favourite meal but movies also make for a great snack.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
I walked along the fiction isle. yummm...my mouth watered, I was so thirsty like Edward when he was around Bella. I quickly picked up Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer) this was going to feel so good as it went down my throat, calming my ever lasting thirst for a bit. I knew for a fact that I'd be eating this one in the least amount of bites as possible. It was a hot summer day, and I wanted to chug the words off the pages. I was giddy with excitement, I wanted to race home but I knew I still needed more.
Love and fantasy were my peanut butter and jelly; I loved the them mixed together so much that I decided to get another. I glanced around, checking to see if I
was being watched. The sales people would never understand but...Damon would. Ohhhh Vampire Diaries, so sweet and tasty. L. J. Smith knew how to make you feel satisfied. I grabbed the series hungrily, licking my lips. It was ice cream with a cherry on top and candy all wrapped in one. I was going to devour them slowly, making sure that the books lived on in my soul. Dazed by my fantasies, I forgot to keep control of myself. I realized a little to late that I had began to lick the hefty novel as if it were ice cream on a cone. I looked to my left and right. Phew, I was safe.Daintily I made my way down the classics isle, I needed something salty to balance out the sweetness. I have always been a fan of Jane Austen, but today I needed a different com
fort. I knew that Pride and Prejudice wouldn't cut it today, maybe in a couple of weeks I'd come by with my sense and sensibility and read it once, before I cut it up into bit size pieces and traveled back in time. However, at the current time I traced the spine of Wuthering Heights gently. This was one of those delicate and rare meals that I rarely ate. The classics were special, and I hated to bring harm upon them but I reminded myself of the crisp taste and the feelings it would make me feel. There it was settled. I caressed the book away from the others, and mindlessly walked toward the next isle.Oh no... the cookbook isle, this isle haunted my dreams. It made me do things that I had never thought possible. I ran to the next isle before I could even let myself regard the chocolate donned pages. Today was such a splendid day...A Thousand Splendid Su
ns by Khaled Hosseini appeared in my sight, this must be a sign I thought. Mmmmmm, I could feel the spiciness radiating off the book. Such a sad story, but it had strength. Laila and Mariam's willpower would burn my tongue and insides but I didn't care about my disliking for spicy foods. I love this one so much that I would eat it twice and once more. Books can change you for the better I like to think.My resolve almost broke and I began to feel guilty about what I was going to do when I got home. My stomach rumbled and all thoughts got pushed away, I ha
ve a right to eat these books and I will. I debated my next purchase; Sarah Dessen has so much different toppings to choose from, her books make for a great tasting pizza. I picked up Just Listen and flipped through the pages. The aroma of the book hits me, I have to nearly run to cashier. I wanted this book-all of these books- to be a part of me. I was so happy that I was having an out-of-body experience.I am unaware of how I made my way home, but the next thing I know I am patting my stomach, craving all gone. I tune in to the movie Notebook. What can I say? Books are my favourite meal but movies also make for a great snack.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
25 Things I like to Write or Write About
1. my life2. to-do lists :)
3. e-mails
4. Facebook messages
5. food....especially chocolate
6. music
7. blogs
8. poems
9. short stories
10. introductions to books
11. lyrics/songs
12. thank you cards
13. plans
14. letters
15. friends
16. family
17. stress
18. boys
19. vampires
20. travels, vacation
21. adventures
22. secrets
23. movies
24. books
25. dreams
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
Simply Me
I am a stranger in my own life, but I do know some things about myself. I could tell you the basics: my age, height, hair colour, eye colour....I am sure by the time I got to my birthday, you would have fallen into a deep sleep. (Just in case you were wondering 17, 5ft6, brown, brown, and April 3, 1992).
To sum it up I am: a grade 12 student, a leader, a musician, a writer, an actress, a friend, a sister, a cousin, a daughter, a lover, a fighter and a role model to some. I am not perfect but I believe I can change at least one person's world.
Okay, so now you are probably asking yourself "Where in the world did this girl come from?" Well, I came from the land of gravity and velocity...the land of Physics and boy was it scary. I said my goodbyes to the physician people and now I have come to the land of Writer's Craft. This place is exhilarating and fresh. I'll keep you up to date as I explore this land more and more.
You know you can't see me,
the Invisible Book
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