Okay so fiction vs. reality. As usual, I don't know how to start or how to blog about this but um... Fiction is the form of any narrative or informative work that deals, in part or in whole, with information or events that are not factual, but rather, imaginary—that is, invented by the author. 


I, myself, am an author of this lame old story of Alice. For one of our assignments we were supposed to illustrate a fairytale/fable/legend in 3 scenes but instead, I went ahead and wrote my own version of Alice In Wonderland because I thought it was going to be cool and interesting (which I was very wrong about because I almost killed myself heheheheh) and I guess when I was writing the story, I included a lot of myself in the story. I mean... when I was writing the story, I imagined myself as Alice... or Alice, in my story, was/is me. Um... mind the typos and horrible grammar and stuff because it was the 2nd draft, I think. I changed it a bit when I was 'illustrating' the stuff on Photoshop and Illustrator.

Alice was different from other girls. She didn’t like flowers or prom, and a lot of things. She didn’t like a lot of people, too so she pretty much ignores everyone. What Alice does like though, was heavy metal and songs like Pennyroyal Tea. One day, her friend Donna texted telling her to come to a party. Typically, there was no chance in hell that she would go to a party but somehow she agreed to go.

Dying of boredom, she just sat at the bar while everyone was being stupid all drunk and shit. 2 hours passed and she was thinking of leaving, but some guy with spiky hair managed to catch her attention. She attentively watched his every move. She kind of melted, her uterus skipped a beat and stuff.. until……She saw him with another girl. .....BAUJGDJHKAS….. Hahah

As if there wasn’t enough hatred in her already, this had to happen… She knew she shouldn’t have gone to the party / regret… or whatever… 
So she decided to drink her feelings away because she didn’t like feelings..Little did she know, her drink was spiked.

She felt weird and couldn’t control herself… but once she could, she was in a different place. 
Trees were creeping down from above and the sky was the ground.  But she noticed that every kilometre she walked, the place would change. The next place she went, she saw a bird of some sort who looked like a pirate from a familiar movie.. She tried to talk to him and ask what was going on but it was like he couldn't even hear her. But then she saw a spider with pink hair and she liked spiders. So she followed it. Suddenly she it disappeared and she was in a place where there were wires everywhere, she found two fat kids in red with white stripes. They started talking to her. She told them she saw an interesting looking spider. But then they told her spiders could rape you. She laughed “Spiders aren’t rapists you dumbasses. Spiders are cool."

She kept walking and she found a lizard with a human head. He was singing  “You’re eighteen and you don’t know what you want” and stuff like that and she just listened to him cos she kind of liked his music. The spider passed by and she tried to ask him where he’s going and he said

“Can’t talk, I’m late. The bitch is gonna kill me”
 “Wait!"

She got to a place where there were 392830820  signs it was insane. She didn’t know where to go. Suddenly a strange cat appeared singing with his peanut guitar. He annoyingly sang out everything he said but he had a really sexy voice. Kind of like the dude from Nirvana. He told her to catch the crazy train. So she went. She met two freaks who kept singing about birth control pills and they had a lot of beer. One dude kept singing and drinking and he had a bad case of the hiccups. The other dude just played kickass riffs to go with his singing. After finishing their “performance”, they tried to rape her.

But she managed to run away to a very dark place where there was literally nothing. Nothing but a piece of toast. She sat down and cried. The cat appeared again asking her why she was crying.

“This place is stupid. I wanna go home.” 
“You can’t go home now. You haven’t met the bitch… she’d love to meet you. She’s real badass. “ he sang.

He tore out of the black nothingness… they both stepped in and were suddenly in a bathtub where she saw a girl who looked normal… (only head showing so yeah..) and they started stalking. They got along really well… Then she saw the spider… 

“Oh darling, this is my new friend Alice… go get her some pizza she looks hungry” She noticed how handsome the spider was, as crazy as it sounds…   @ a gig and some umbrella shaped thing was on stage singing. Who’s singing?  She said. Apparently she was too loud and the whole gig stopped and the bitch got angry. The concert ended and she wanted Alice killed..

 Choked with chains, that's how the bitch wanted her to die. She ran as fast as she could and suddenly she reached a door but it was locked. She saw herself (the normal one) asleep, she needed to wake her up… Then she died. Haha haha ha ha…

Oh and these are the pages. It's just a little screen shot from my Finder.


Anyway, you don't have to read it though because like I said, it's pretty lame. But my point is, in that story, I am Alice and I made up all those characters but they were inspired by people like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Cat In The Hat, Sid Vicious, Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain, Slash, Eddie (Iron Maiden) and Alice Cooper because I love them. And I'll never get to meet them because... well.. it's too crazy. Plus 2 of them are dead and 3 of them aren't even real people. But I have made it possible for me to meet them, in my fictitious tale!



Which proves the fact that fiction is way better than reality! Haha ok whatever but I think fiction is cool because it allows people to express their imagination and thanks to all the technology (and non-techy stuff) available, we're able to share these fictitious stories and stuff on a lot of different mediums like on blogs, on pages like Facebook and Twitter, via text messages, on Skype, on YouTube, or go oldschool like publish books or just written down on journals, songs, poetry, paintings, blah blah blah.... the possibilities are endless!

Okay so fiction vs. reality. As usual, I don't know how to start or how to blog about this but um... Fiction is the form of any narrative or informative work that deals, in part or in whole, with information or events that are not factual, but rather, imaginary—that is, invented by the author. 


I, myself, am an author of this lame old story of Alice. For one of our assignments we were supposed to illustrate a fairytale/fable/legend in 3 scenes but instead, I went ahead and wrote my own version of Alice In Wonderland because I thought it was going to be cool and interesting (which I was very wrong about because I almost killed myself heheheheh) and I guess when I was writing the story, I included a lot of myself in the story. I mean... when I was writing the story, I imagined myself as Alice... or Alice, in my story, was/is me. Um... mind the typos and horrible grammar and stuff because it was the 2nd draft, I think. I changed it a bit when I was 'illustrating' the stuff on Photoshop and Illustrator.

Alice was different from other girls. She didn’t like flowers or prom, and a lot of things. She didn’t like a lot of people, too so she pretty much ignores everyone. What Alice does like though, was heavy metal and songs like Pennyroyal Tea. One day, her friend Donna texted telling her to come to a party. Typically, there was no chance in hell that she would go to a party but somehow she agreed to go.

Dying of boredom, she just sat at the bar while everyone was being stupid all drunk and shit. 2 hours passed and she was thinking of leaving, but some guy with spiky hair managed to catch her attention. She attentively watched his every move. She kind of melted, her uterus skipped a beat and stuff.. until……She saw him with another girl. .....BAUJGDJHKAS….. Hahah

As if there wasn’t enough hatred in her already, this had to happen… She knew she shouldn’t have gone to the party / regret… or whatever… 
So she decided to drink her feelings away because she didn’t like feelings..Little did she know, her drink was spiked.

She felt weird and couldn’t control herself… but once she could, she was in a different place. 
Trees were creeping down from above and the sky was the ground.  But she noticed that every kilometre she walked, the place would change. The next place she went, she saw a bird of some sort who looked like a pirate from a familiar movie.. She tried to talk to him and ask what was going on but it was like he couldn't even hear her. But then she saw a spider with pink hair and she liked spiders. So she followed it. Suddenly she it disappeared and she was in a place where there were wires everywhere, she found two fat kids in red with white stripes. They started talking to her. She told them she saw an interesting looking spider. But then they told her spiders could rape you. She laughed “Spiders aren’t rapists you dumbasses. Spiders are cool."

She kept walking and she found a lizard with a human head. He was singing  “You’re eighteen and you don’t know what you want” and stuff like that and she just listened to him cos she kind of liked his music. The spider passed by and she tried to ask him where he’s going and he said

“Can’t talk, I’m late. The bitch is gonna kill me”
 “Wait!"

She got to a place where there were 392830820  signs it was insane. She didn’t know where to go. Suddenly a strange cat appeared singing with his peanut guitar. He annoyingly sang out everything he said but he had a really sexy voice. Kind of like the dude from Nirvana. He told her to catch the crazy train. So she went. She met two freaks who kept singing about birth control pills and they had a lot of beer. One dude kept singing and drinking and he had a bad case of the hiccups. The other dude just played kickass riffs to go with his singing. After finishing their “performance”, they tried to rape her.

But she managed to run away to a very dark place where there was literally nothing. Nothing but a piece of toast. She sat down and cried. The cat appeared again asking her why she was crying.

“This place is stupid. I wanna go home.” 
“You can’t go home now. You haven’t met the bitch… she’d love to meet you. She’s real badass. “ he sang.

He tore out of the black nothingness… they both stepped in and were suddenly in a bathtub where she saw a girl who looked normal… (only head showing so yeah..) and they started stalking. They got along really well… Then she saw the spider… 

“Oh darling, this is my new friend Alice… go get her some pizza she looks hungry” She noticed how handsome the spider was, as crazy as it sounds…   @ a gig and some umbrella shaped thing was on stage singing. Who’s singing?  She said. Apparently she was too loud and the whole gig stopped and the bitch got angry. The concert ended and she wanted Alice killed..

 Choked with chains, that's how the bitch wanted her to die. She ran as fast as she could and suddenly she reached a door but it was locked. She saw herself (the normal one) asleep, she needed to wake her up… Then she died. Haha haha ha ha…

Oh and these are the pages. It's just a little screen shot from my Finder.


Anyway, you don't have to read it though because like I said, it's pretty lame. But my point is, in that story, I am Alice and I made up all those characters but they were inspired by people like Thing 1 and Thing 2 from Cat In The Hat, Sid Vicious, Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain, Slash, Eddie (Iron Maiden) and Alice Cooper because I love them. And I'll never get to meet them because... well.. it's too crazy. Plus 2 of them are dead and 3 of them aren't even real people. But I have made it possible for me to meet them, in my fictitious tale!



Which proves the fact that fiction is way better than reality! Haha ok whatever but I think fiction is cool because it allows people to express their imagination and thanks to all the technology (and non-techy stuff) available, we're able to share these fictitious stories and stuff on a lot of different mediums like on blogs, on pages like Facebook and Twitter, via text messages, on Skype, on YouTube, or go oldschool like publish books or just written down on journals, songs, poetry, paintings, blah blah blah.... the possibilities are endless!