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Monday, 31 January 2011

  • Hey there Evelyn, what's it like in Van City, The lights are bright and tonight girl you look pretty

    Dear Evelyn,

    Being 14 and oppressed is difficult and hard to break out of. The teenage angst you carried was executed in an extremist way. You went from a square to a broken circle. It's understandable to break under a parents pressure with your unawareness of the world around you, however, if you had taken small steps and had spoken to a councillor your life may have been completely different. Instead of being labeled as a hooker and a ex druggie you would have been a greater, pulitzer winning writer. Instead of running away, you could have ran into your parents and told them what was up. 

    Step one, Make your parents read your entries. Show your parents who you are and what you want to be. "but they wouldn't listen to me" Evelyn you're 14 years old, no one listens to a 14 year old because they're capable of making inconsiderate and self absorbed decisions such as running away. Ask yourself why on earth was your sister not as depressed as you. Did you not value yourself enough to come out of your bubble and try to make your parents understand like your sister, whom may I add, tried to help you out of running away and brought you a flower. She must have went through the same strict parenting as you did. She managed.

    Step two, If step one failed and your sister was stronger than you, try to meet they're expectations and realize that all they were doing was looking out for your future. Its hard at 14 to figure out that no your parents are not the enemy, they are your guidance in the REAL world. You regretted running away and mentioned that your lack of grounding is due to your fathers lose of a job and his retreat from your relationship. Had you tried to communicate this. Being a writer, reading so many books as you claim, the first insightful solution would have been to speak to him and tell him that your relationship is very dear at heart to you. Infact its words liek these that are not spoken enough that lead to these akward problems of running away. 

    Step three, if your father refuses to hear you out, record a message and play it to him unexpectantly, something thatll catch his attention.

     

    These solutions are naive in their own way. These are the thinkings of a soon to be 18 year old. You my dear have created a book that is sensational for people all around canada. Youve created the book that you can hand to any person who has started to take drugs to read and they will stop ater reading your struggle and realizing that the world is tough. Dreams are sometimes illusions and your big ideals are harder to create if you don't have a foot in the door already.  That the food bank is hard to go throguh, that running away means depending on peopel and trusting them making yourself vulnerable to their needs as well. 

    Being on the street means physical attraction first and contact before emotional contact. It means the possibility of losing yourself ot herion and to methadone. It means falling for the wrong men, Larry, who offered you everything and destroyed everything in a flick of a switch, and Simon who again offered to be somethign of a pimp and offered you the best. 

     

Sunday, 20 December 2009

  • sometimes I wish

    Sometimes I wish I were from another time. When the Mongols were alive and well and all to accomplish was our own health. We could run free in the sea, in the fields and believe that everything was just beginning. Now in a world so concrete yet liquified its hard to interpret what the meaning of life is. There is no reality, All the virtuality of the phone, the internet, the make up to make yourself up, the clothes and the contacts. Feeding off each others ideas we forget to use our own mind. Listen to the talk of goals, forget you cant and flourish in what you can.
    OF COURSE forever is not in stone. Forget it.
    FORGET THOSE WHO FORGOT YOU.
  • I wonder..

    "At the hands of a stranger my life had changed. No I don't pray. No I have not followed god's steps. So why can he control my fate."

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

  • Amnesia

    Every book I pick up I find myself embodying the hero or heroine. In actuality I am the antagonist in my own reality. I can not find peace in my world when that is what I strive for. The peace is corrupt as I see everyone else smiling geniuinely and I with a simple complexity of seeing my smile not shining nearly as bright. I fight for my right to be seen, but instead I'm hiding.
    These people I call my friends I see drift far, and my family I push away. I don't want to please or offend them. I want an invisiblity cloak, a rock to hide under, to be a hermit. The monk life style seems so appealing apart from the fact that it would feel like torture the unending loneliness. Then again on the path I ride it is still where I head.
    I cannot fix any mistakes I have made. I cannot get over the heap I create.
    What's wrong with me.
    I do not know -i just don't want to force anyone to see me for who I really am, a freak. I do not love me. Thus you should not either. I love little bear's world in all truth, I wish I were there.

Monday, 25 May 2009

  • LOF


    William Golding's Genius





    Happy endings contradict with reality, though the Lord of the Flies finish was not the happiest it wasn't real. I didn't believe it or like it. It was an easy way out of revealing the ultimate true nature of human beings meaning we would kill everyone until only one man was left standing. The ending was so abrupt that I question if William Golding ran out of ideas and wrote himself into a suspense-filled rut.

    William had two general options: Ralph survives, or Ralph dies. I was awaiting the duel between Ralph and Jack that was unnaturally skipped. The miraculous appearance of a naval officer got in the way of the story's course. If William added Ralph running tirelessly until he trapped Jack and his followers into a dead end before running into the Naval officer awaiting him, I would have believed it a little more. Most authors aren't willing to murder their protagonist. In the Lord of the Flies the murder of Ralph would have been extremely powerful proving that life does not always have happy endings. Ralph surviving but killing Jack would have served the same purpose and showed that anyone is capable of the worst.

    Unfortunately all we have to feed off is the abrupt ending. I disagree with this ending, but also appreciate its beauty. William is opening a door to knowledge that we all have. We know what would have happened given these circumstances and instead of writing it crisp and clear, he allows our imaginations to run to wild. We are allowed to create monsters and scenarios much worse than he could force us to see. After analyzing the ending, I see it's genius and understand it's purpose, William Golding did not write himself into a suspense filled rut.

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