Words are a powerful medium. I wonder why we need weapons of mass destruction, then.
Right... If you haven't already noticed, I seem to be on an on-again-off-again terms with a certain someone. Very confusing. Gosh, I feel like a celebrity!
Oh yah. Apparently I have to wear makeup for my flamenco exam. What the [CENSORED].
My poor ankle. No wonder it hurts. I've been doing my plantas (toe stomps) wrongly.
Aiming for distinction with honours. Have to make sure my tacols (heel strikes) sound out right. And my allegrias.
All my homework for the term is done!!! YAY!!
University exams start the day after flamenco exam. Dang.
I need to do my research on the girls' home.
Currently on my list of worthy classics I have read that I recommend: The Phantom of the Opera, The Count of Monte Cristo, 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea.
20 000 Leagues Under the Sea is a descriptive novel, meaning that it's plot is there mainly as an excuse for the author to display his fantastic ability to describe anything---a scene, an emotion, the atmosphere, state of mind--- imaginary or otherwise, to an impressive extent. Despite that, the plot in itself is original enough, and the many substories, which would have been dull if written by other writers, are indeed manifested with uncanny life by the mere power of description.
Jules uses single words, or a simple phrase, in the middle of his descriptions to invoke unbelievable emotions.
Towards the end of the story, when the Captain Nemo quietly mutters, "Almighty God! Enough! Enough!" the effect is incredible. I swear lead spontaneously appeared in my heart at that moment, the same way that earlier on in the story, the word written my Nemo on a rock caused my heart to breathe instead of my lungs.
I'm not that great at descriptive, am I?
I might be biased, though, since we all know I love the ocean underwater. Some of the scenes described in the book are sights I would kill for.
I want a bright neon purple glow-in-the-dark flower in my hair for flamenco exam.
Oh yah. Apparently I have to wear makeup for my flamenco exam. What the [CENSORED].
My poor ankle. No wonder it hurts. I've been doing my plantas (toe stomps) wrongly.
Aiming for distinction with honours. Have to make sure my tacols (heel strikes) sound out right. And my allegrias.
All my homework for the term is done!!! YAY!!
University exams start the day after flamenco exam. Dang.
I need to do my research on the girls' home.
Currently on my list of worthy classics I have read that I recommend: The Phantom of the Opera, The Count of Monte Cristo, 20 000 Leagues Under the Sea.
20 000 Leagues Under the Sea is a descriptive novel, meaning that it's plot is there mainly as an excuse for the author to display his fantastic ability to describe anything---a scene, an emotion, the atmosphere, state of mind--- imaginary or otherwise, to an impressive extent. Despite that, the plot in itself is original enough, and the many substories, which would have been dull if written by other writers, are indeed manifested with uncanny life by the mere power of description.
Jules uses single words, or a simple phrase, in the middle of his descriptions to invoke unbelievable emotions.
Towards the end of the story, when the Captain Nemo quietly mutters, "Almighty God! Enough! Enough!" the effect is incredible. I swear lead spontaneously appeared in my heart at that moment, the same way that earlier on in the story, the word written my Nemo on a rock caused my heart to breathe instead of my lungs.
I'm not that great at descriptive, am I?
I might be biased, though, since we all know I love the ocean underwater. Some of the scenes described in the book are sights I would kill for.
I want a bright neon purple glow-in-the-dark flower in my hair for flamenco exam.
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