April is finally here and the rainy season has begun! Growing up, I always heard people say "April showers bring May flowers" and I think I finally understand what they meant by that. The sweet and simple spring quote obviously means that when it rains in April, flowers will bloom in May, however, I see it it in a completely different way. I think what the quote is also trying to say is that you have to perservere and overcome the obstacles in life in order to get the outcome that you desire.
Disconnected
This week on Movie Moments, instead of talking about movies, I'm going to share with you a narrative I wrote in English class...
After a long day of work, I hopped into bed and reached over to turn off the antique lamp. The bed sheets smelled of fresh linen and it reminded me my childhood. When I was younger, my mother would always change the bed sheets for me after she took them off the clothesline outside. I’m not sure why, but I would always glare at the colourful bed sheets as they danced in the wind from my bedroom window. The sight of the bedsheets dancing in the wind mesmerized me, yet it made me feel a bittersweet sadness the way they couldn’t escape the grasp of the clothing pins; pinching them down as they danced so beautifully. It was springtime then, and the cherry blossoms had just started to bloom.
“I miss my childhood,” I whispered to myself as I hugged my husband tightly. “Huh?” My husband replied as he leaned in towards me and put his arm over me gently. “Nothing” I muttered as he reached over to grab his cell phone. His cell phone light glared into my tired eyes. “Hehe..” I chuckled under my breath with a slightly bitter grin. I looked into his eyes as he was checking his facebook notifications. His eyes were so cold, yet his embrace was so warm; it confused me. Just as his cell phone light was glaring into my blank face, my expression slowly changed into a miserable one. His gaze was cold and emotionless, whereas it used to be filled with passion. I miss the sparkle in his eyes, how they laid my nerves calm, taking any defense I have. As of now, I feel like I’m being embraced by an emotionless dummy. I wondered to myself, “When was the last time I had a meaningful conversation with my husband? When was the last time I felt my heart skip a beat?” I truly missed the days when we first met.
Back then we were both hardworking university students with big dreams and bright futures ahead of us. I remember all the new emotions I felt come over me for the first time in my life when I was with him. It was springtime then and the fragrant cherry blossoms weren’t the only things that were blooming; our love had begun to bloom as well. “Those were the days,” I thought to myself as a tear flowed down the side of my cheek. Our hearts are simply disconnected.
—Monika Terzic
After a long day of work, I hopped into bed and reached over to turn off the antique lamp. The bed sheets smelled of fresh linen and it reminded me my childhood. When I was younger, my mother would always change the bed sheets for me after she took them off the clothesline outside. I’m not sure why, but I would always glare at the colourful bed sheets as they danced in the wind from my bedroom window. The sight of the bedsheets dancing in the wind mesmerized me, yet it made me feel a bittersweet sadness the way they couldn’t escape the grasp of the clothing pins; pinching them down as they danced so beautifully. It was springtime then, and the cherry blossoms had just started to bloom.
“I miss my childhood,” I whispered to myself as I hugged my husband tightly. “Huh?” My husband replied as he leaned in towards me and put his arm over me gently. “Nothing” I muttered as he reached over to grab his cell phone. His cell phone light glared into my tired eyes. “Hehe..” I chuckled under my breath with a slightly bitter grin. I looked into his eyes as he was checking his facebook notifications. His eyes were so cold, yet his embrace was so warm; it confused me. Just as his cell phone light was glaring into my blank face, my expression slowly changed into a miserable one. His gaze was cold and emotionless, whereas it used to be filled with passion. I miss the sparkle in his eyes, how they laid my nerves calm, taking any defense I have. As of now, I feel like I’m being embraced by an emotionless dummy. I wondered to myself, “When was the last time I had a meaningful conversation with my husband? When was the last time I felt my heart skip a beat?” I truly missed the days when we first met.
Back then we were both hardworking university students with big dreams and bright futures ahead of us. I remember all the new emotions I felt come over me for the first time in my life when I was with him. It was springtime then and the fragrant cherry blossoms weren’t the only things that were blooming; our love had begun to bloom as well. “Those were the days,” I thought to myself as a tear flowed down the side of my cheek. Our hearts are simply disconnected.
—Monika Terzic
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Why did I choose the image of two hands letting go to represent my narrative?
I chose the image of two hands letting go of each other to symbolize that two main characters in my narrative are not in love with each other anymore and that their relationship isn’t as passionate as it used to be. The image that I chose also fits in with the title of my narrative because it symbolises that their relationship/feelings for eachother is disconnected (as the hands are letting go) in relation to how the husband of the main character is on his phone while hugging the main character and not really paying attention to her anymore.
Was writing my narrative challenging?
The writing of my narrative wasn’t necessarily challenging. Basically, I started writing my narrative with a main idea of what I was going to write about. After watching the video “I Forgot My Phone” I was inspired to write a story based on one scene in the video in which the male character had hugged the female character while in bed, and as soon as she turned off the lamp, he went onto his phone. My intent was to show my audience a more dramatic and descriptive take on the scene from the video describing the female character’s feelings while incorporating my feelings into my writing as well. I added a little bit of a twist into my narrative to show that there was some depth in my writing by showing the audience that the main character had different past experiences and to show that she reflected upon those experiences (ie. her past in university when she fell in love; the emotions she felt, cherry blossom/spring setting before and after).
I chose the image of two hands letting go of each other to symbolize that two main characters in my narrative are not in love with each other anymore and that their relationship isn’t as passionate as it used to be. The image that I chose also fits in with the title of my narrative because it symbolises that their relationship/feelings for eachother is disconnected (as the hands are letting go) in relation to how the husband of the main character is on his phone while hugging the main character and not really paying attention to her anymore.
Was writing my narrative challenging?
The writing of my narrative wasn’t necessarily challenging. Basically, I started writing my narrative with a main idea of what I was going to write about. After watching the video “I Forgot My Phone” I was inspired to write a story based on one scene in the video in which the male character had hugged the female character while in bed, and as soon as she turned off the lamp, he went onto his phone. My intent was to show my audience a more dramatic and descriptive take on the scene from the video describing the female character’s feelings while incorporating my feelings into my writing as well. I added a little bit of a twist into my narrative to show that there was some depth in my writing by showing the audience that the main character had different past experiences and to show that she reflected upon those experiences (ie. her past in university when she fell in love; the emotions she felt, cherry blossom/spring setting before and after).