My personal essay

On this picture you can see me and my three year old nephew.I think I have somewhere around 500 photos but this one my favorite.But it is not just picture that makes me smile every time I see it,It is also that day when i took this picture.I played with all day,with his trucks in the sand.He is such a funny little boy,because he spends most of his time,with his grand parents,and he knows all those words and expressions that are used by old people.So it is very funny for me to hear a three year old boy to say:Ođe!!!He is my wish.Being a child is my wish.I try so hard to keep this child inside of me for as long as possible.I want to be able to smile just like kids do,honestly,with such an innocence,not thinking at problems.
It is not easy.IT is not easy to be a child in these days.It is not easy for a three year old,how can it be easy to me.It is not like I want to escape from my problems,I don't do that, my escape cannot resolve them,but what about the possibility to smile when you have problems.What about sleeping like a child,dreaming like a child...we can have that, I can have that,I still do and it will continue.I promised to myself that I will never allow that kid inside of me to walk away.I won't...

Explination:Two comercials

On the first picture there is a Guess chlotes comercial.I noticed:
-man's attitude towards girls,he holds them with his arms,like they belong to him
-his carelessness in his walk
-kissing one girl,the other doesn't mind
-sunglasses that are hideing his eyes
-his tie,ussualy ties are very uncomfortable for men,but he ok with it

My explination:
Feel free to have what you want, Have the guts to take what you want,wear Guess and live your life as you deserve.


On the second picture there is a comercial for Enyce chlotes.I noticed:
-man's misterious look
-unbuttoned shirt,unconservative attitude
-his hat
-sun and dryness that surrounds him,but he looks so fresh
-his closed lips.more mistery

My explination:
Do you want to be a secret,do you want to be mistery,you are a secret,you are a mistery,you are human being..that wears Enyce...

Poor Anne

O poor little Anne, she had a problem with her writing,so she was writing about that.Now, the problem that I have to write about is not my writing,it is Anne´s problem with her writing.
So Anne is not just a writer ,she writes a food critics,reviews and her job is to go to restaurants,eat the food and go home.When she comes home, she has to note the memories that crossed her mind while she was eating the potatoes...it looked just like my grandma sitting on the porch and knitting...I loved my grandma...so I like the potato...
I don´t want to criticize her work, but I don't call that work,eating and writing about it,so that some people wouldn't wander away and go to bad restaurants...why would they do that,when they have Anne,she is there to tell them where to have a decent meal.
But as all writers,no matter the category, she has real problems with her writing,because when you are writing about all that food,you can actually see all that potatoes,meat,vegetables,fruit above her head looking at her with contempt in their eyes.Really ,it is not that easy as it seem.
I know that all the writers have huge problems with their inspiration,brain blocades and other similar situations,but the first thing that a good writer needs to have is imagination..blessed imagination..and developed way of using it.
I dont really know where this post came from,imagination or a brain blocade I dont know what else to write about this...It is probably just a blocade...

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so...this year...we met a new professor...young...nice...and everything seemed perfect...we would talk about different topics every class until she started to give us these tasks...so at the beggining we were not affraid of that...and then it started...like an avalanche...like a thunder on a sunny day...more and more tasks..with every passing day...we were buried in topics, games, words, movies....and here it comes the blog...one more task....one more homework...one more pain...:))but i kind´a like it...maybe i like to be tortured...but maybe..ok..Erin..here it is...my task...i hope you like the blog....so..see you in class...

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