The Creative Side of Me - Part 1 of Part 2

Part 1 of Part 2

(New year - New Part)

Here are a few entries I wanted to make last year, but... didn't
About Literature:

Saturday 28 August 2010

Unfortunately due to my laziness and busyness I haven’t been able to get myself stuck in a book. This is what happens.

Ahhh, yes. Some time to read. 

I start Reading.

The next day, dammit no time, or maybe a bit later

The following day as above.

So that by the time a week or two have passed I have forgotten if I was enjoying the book or even where I am in the book.

So because of this I have been reading the book Shantaram for now three months and not because it is such a big book, but because I haven’t touched it in two months.

Now I have a choice.

Carry on working on this blog

Read some pages of Shantaram

Re-watch TV shows

Go to sleep

For me this is a very difficult choice, but I think I will go read some Shantaram... I think. 

Sunday 29 August 2010

Yesterday I decided to read some Shantaram finally, unfortunately I got very tired and only managed about three or four pages. I know I will finish it in due time, but these three weeks are going to be roller-coasters full of activity and on the go 24/7. Thats leaves my holiday completely free. Well then, I guess that will be my break and time to enjoy Shantaram. 

Right now I just remembered I have an Afrikaans book to read for the 20 September. Great! I don’t have time to read a book I want and now I have! to read this book... Its called ‘Die Pro’. Not as in  ‘Let the professional die’, the actual translation is ‘The Pro(fessional)’ 

Saturday 08 January 2011

Nope, I have not finished Shantaram,but wait I have valid reasons. Firstly I was reading it a lot before I went on my 2 week camp, which I didn't take it to, then and now I'm haven't seen the book recently AND I have to read a book to help my sister with her exams in February so I don't have much time for Shantaram as much as I DO want to read it. 

The Creative side of Me - Part 7 of Part 1

Part 7 of Part 1

How many parts are there to one part? I don't know. I don't think I will ever know until I get to Part Two.

A finger rapped up in a sock... What is the image in your mind?
Well since the actual image is right here infront of me I will tell you that its only a finger that was once attached to those drawing hand manicans and now is in a phone sock.

Blood splattered on my jacket... What is the image in your mind?
My jacket is rainbow coloured and has blood red dye painted on it as square patches and splattered symbols.

I could carry on and you would carry on mis-interpreting everything. Maybe it is the lack of specification in my sentence, but why do we still drag our minds to the extreme or unwanted. Do we have to little drama in this world that we need to sub-consciously force ourselves to provide more murders, poverty, rape...?

I'm not going to start typing about the people who have just plain twisted minds, but even if I look back at what I have written I still get the wrong idea. I guess the first one is my fault from lack of description, but the second one is metonymy. Using one thing to represent another.

Maybe I want drama, maybe its not you... I just expect you to make wrong accusations that I most likely would, but not everbody thinks alike and definitely not great minds.