Samsung F300 advertisement review

When looking at the advert, there are a variety of different techniques and imagery used to attracted the attention of the viewers so they will make the purchase. This advert uses Beyoncé, who is very popular in the public eye, so without even having to advertise the product the audience is immediately attracted to what is being sold. In the ad, it says, "Imagine flipping from your music, to your life and back again." This is then demonstrated on the image above with 2 photos of Beyoncé, one holding a phone towards the audience with her music playing and another photo of her flipped, "flipping back to her life". This Image helps support the information you are being supplied with and is a good representation of what the product can really do and its theme. Throughout the entire description and small print below the photograph, it really plays on the theme of "2" and is supported the whole way through. For example, the music phone "reflects both sides of your personality", "2 megapixel camera", "super-slim", "dual-faced." Using this language which talks a lot about the 2 purposes of the phone, it really highlights and emphasizes the function of the product.

Investigation

I am basing my investigation on the different use of language online and how it adapts and changes depending on who you are talking to and as you grow older. I started off this investigation by looking through my old Facebook messages and reading to get a better idea on how my language developed as I grew older through conversations with my friends and with my family. I also looked at several "Facebook Statuses" which were created by myself a few years ago, whilst comparing them to people who were now of my similar age group.

Transcript

Sophie : At like (3) on the (1) um (5) oh, I gotta check now (3) um (2) left slub (1) left hand side of the paper.
Jade: Yeah.
Sophie: Quite big (1) like right in the middle
Jade: Yeah
Sophie: But like right(^) towards the edge
Jade: Um (1)/ sure
Sophie: Draw a zed shape
Jade: a (^) zed?
Sophie: (1) a zed shape
Jade: Middle left?
Sophie: Y::::::eah.
Jade: Ok.

- In this conversation it is shown quite clearly that Jade often questions what Sophie is saying, but she often used words such as "Yeah" and "Ok" to show a clear message of understanding and encouragment. Sophie often uses fillers when not sure of what to say.

In the conversation between Jade and Sophie, they communicate well with eachother. You can tell by their constant checking and reassurance of the conversation that they have a clear undertsanding of each other and aren't afraid to double check answers to make sure that they have got it right. You can see from both of their dialect that they are comfortable with each other and use quite an informal and intimate register.

Travel Writing - Bristol

Ever wanted to go to a place where all your dreams come true? Then Bristol is the right place for you - a pulsing with life city which is based in the South West of England. Bursting with opportunities amongst your own imagination, Bristol is where it is all happening. Fancy a day of shopping with your girlfriends,? then Cabot Circus is over-flowing with a sea of both designer (for all you rich kids) and cheaper shops (like Primark) for you to take a pick from. How about a romantic evening out with the one you love? Clifton Suspension Bridge, built by Brunel in 1754 - with it's picturesque scenery and several pubs and restaurants near by is enough to put the spark back into your relationship. Musical opportunities are also big here in Bristol - Colston Hall, O2 arena, The Fleece, these raging venues are all here for your vast entertainment and bring you one step closer to having your life-long dream connection with your favourite ever band member.
Not only is there one hundred and one things to do in Bristol, you will never be short of a friend. Bristolians are known to be one of the friendliest cities in all of England. No matter where you go, shopping, on a bus, or casually walking down the street - there will be someone who will jump at the chance of being your friend.
Come to Bristol - the city of love and experience.

Pickled Onion Paradise

    theguardian

My Pickled Onion Paradise – Why the Pickled Life chose me It's time to show the world exact;y what theyre missing out on...

  Sophie Robbins
  The Guardian, Monday 8th October 2013 14:19 BST

 

 
Everybody has that one embarassing fetish that they choose to keep quiet. I am choosing now, a good enough time as ever, to go on a rampage about mine. Pickled Onions.
None of my friends, nor my family seem to understand, they seem to come to the conlusion that pickled onions taste like "crap" and "make them want to be sick" (not true). Their opinion is invalid because there is nothing nicer than the taste of a freshly bought jar of pickled onions.

There's no particular story or reason behind why I love them so much, I've often tried asking my mum when and why the obsession started, but she just explains that ever since I was around 2, I always took a strange craving to them and have been that way ever since. You're probably thinking why? Why pickled onions? Why would anybody take a liking to pickled onions? 1 - because the abnormal vinigar taste is almost impossible to handle, and 2- they make your breath smell so awful, you're almost unapproachable. The answer to that question honestly is - I don't know. I didn't choose pickled onions, pickled onions chose me.

Roughly, a new pot of pickled onions come home at least 3 times a week (not enough). Once is when my mum does the Tesco order, another is my mums regular pop to Morrison's and the third is often when I'm peckish coming home from college. Sadly, they are generally gone within the next few days, along with my happiness. As weird as it may seem, there is nothing which excites me more than peering into my kitchen cupboard and finding a jar of untouched pickled onions. Often, when I was younger I would never be able to open the jar on my own and often had to ask for my dads help, so there was often a limit of how many pickled onions I could sneak, because he would always have to often and close the jar for me (annoying). However, during the recent years, I have doubled in strength thankfully, and I can now snack on my own terms and engoulge as many silver-skinned beauties as I please.

The slimey texture, the eye/mouth watering sting which takes my breath away. I suppose you could say that my slight obsession is a tad out of hand, along with the 67% of households who also eat them, (although I doubt their love for them is as passionate as mine.)

Unreliable Monologue

Extract from Dancing in my Nuddy Pants

Once more I am beyond the Valley of the Confused and treading lightly in the Uniervse of the Huge Red Bottom. What is the matter with me? I love the Sex God and he is my only one and only, but try telling that to my lips. Dave the Laugh only has to say, “You owe me a snog,” and then they start puckering up. Well, they can go out on their own in future.

4:30p.m.

I wonder why the Sex God hasn’t phoned me? The Stiff Dylan’s got back yesterday from their recording shenanigan. Maybe he got van lag from travelling to London? Or maybe he has spoken to Tom and Tom just happened to say, “Oh Robbie, we all went to a fish party last night and when we were playing Truth, Dare, Kiss or Promise your new girlfriend Georgia accidently snogged Dave the Laugh.  You should have been there; it was a brilliant display of red-bottomosity. You would have loved it!”

Oh God. Oh Goddy God God. I am a red-bottomed minx.

4:35p.m.

On the other foot, no one saw me accidently snog Dave the Laugh, so maybe it can be a secret that I will never tell. Even in my grave.

4:45pm.

But what if Jas has accidently thought about something else besides her fringe and put two and tweo together vis-a-vis Dave the Laugh, and blabbed to her so-called boyfriend Tom. She is, after all, Radio Jas.

Once more, I am stranded in the devil’s lair, also known as the headmistress’s office. I don’t know how I end up here at least three times a week, when I don’t actually do anything wrong. It takes two to start a fight, right?? Wrong. In this case, it took one, Jade Ford the little slapper from my Drama class. So here I am, sat once again, in the piss-stained chairs plotting her death for probably the 7^th time this month and contemplating how the hell I’m going to get out of trouble this time.

4:30p.m.

Where is the teacher? I’ve been sat here for half an hour and I’m getting more and more nervous as the time goes by. I shouldn’t be nervous though, because as I said before, it’s not my fault. It’s NEVER my fault. Why it is my fault that Jade can’t seem to balance on the stage? Why is it my fault that she can’t take full care of her props? Why is it MY fault that her costume fell apart during the performance? It’s not. If she wasn’t as much of an idiot and wasn’t as clumsy, nothing like this would happen to her, has NOTHING to do with me.

N-O-T-H-I-N-G and I am confident that I am in the right.

4:35p.m.

Where the hell is this woman? Does she think I have all day to wait around? Maybe she didn’t have a life at school, but I do. There are probably about a million of my friends waiting outside this very door to find out what evil, backwards, torturing punishment she’s given me...

4:40p.m.

This is ridiculous. If she’s not here within the next 5 minutes I am leaving. She can’t expect me to wait here all day, I have people to see, pranks to plan, which may or may not involve Jade... Right, I know what you’re thinking. I’m obviously the genius criminal mastermind behind all of this? No. Just because I happened to be stood behind her during the performance when she fell off the stage (and my arms have a tendency to swing forwards when I act) doesn’t mean that I pushed her. Just because, some of her props ended up in my bag during the performance doesn’t mean I stole them. I was framed. It could have happened to anyone. FINALLY, just because I was the only one to be seen with a sewing kit when her costume fell to pieces, doesn’t mean I had anything to do with her unravelling dress. I SWEAR TO YOU - IT WASN’T ME.

4:45p.m.

I hear voices. Crap, I think she’s outside. Act calm, keep cool. Not that I have anything to worry about, because it wasn’t me. 

Analysis of Monologue

 I am Elphaba. What? What are you looking at? Okay…I know. I know I’m green. No I am not seasick! Yes I've been green ever since I was born and I didn't eat grass when I was little. Everyone is always looking…staring… Why are you people so judgmental?

This is who I am. People say I’m a rebel; I speak my mind even if I know it will make me some enemies.  I believe in equality. What if you’re green? What if you’re a goat like Dr. Dillamond? Or rich and popular like Glinda the good? To the world, all those things matter, but to me we are all equal and made perfect because of our imperfection. I desire discrimination to be history! To be a thing of the past! I want to change how people see things and I want to change the ideals of the world!

The extract that I have chosen to talk is about, is from the Broadway musical, Wicked. Elphaba is the main character in this musical that is also known as the Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz. Wicked is the prequel of Wizard of Oz and explains what happened with the two witches, the good witch of the South, Glinda and Elphaba the wicked witch of the west, and how their friendship started at school and ended as they both go their separate ways.

I think that the purpose of this monologue, like any is to tell the audience how the character is feeling, but I believe that it is also to entertain the audience and to give a brief overview of what the character Elphaba is like, and to make the audience feel like they know who she is, and what she is about before the play has even properly started.  The monologue starts off by using a wide range of punctuation. She begins with use of rhetorical questions to engage the reader, “What?” “What are you looking at?” and even uses of explanation marks as well to emphasize the power and even raising of her voice, “No I am not seasick!”, this tells the audience that it is obviously something that she has had to explain before and by doing this she has become very snappy towards the issue of her green skin.

The register of this monologue is written in colloquial. This is shown by the fact that Elphaba is very informal with us, and treats us as if she is having a causal conversation. It is also shown by the amount of questions she asks, involving us with what she’s doing. However, a slight intimate register is also used as she refers to “Dr Dillamond” and “Glinda” as we should already know who they are. This is very effective in the play and as a monologue as it really engages us with what’s going on and makes us feel a part of the story as well as just watching from the side lines. Also, many high frequency lexis words are used throughout her monologue, which makes us able to relate to how she’s feeling, as you can see that she doesn't particularly have a very high social class and is quite like the rest of us, which enables us to see what’s going on through her eyes, and how frustrating and infuriating it must be to always be “stared” at and “looked” at by people for being different.

The implicature of the monologue comes through from her idiolect and the things that she says. Even though the monologue does not tell us, from the amount of rhetorical questions that she asks the audience and from the amount of exclamation marks used, it suggests to us that she is quite a vocal person and is not afraid to speak her mind, which is proven as the monologue continues. You can also see from this, that she is also very forceful with her opinions, as when she is talking to the audience, she is drilling what she believes into our heads in order to get us to agree with what she’s saying, this is shown with the amount of rhetorical questions she is asking us, in order to make us think about it. Another thing, which is not said but is implicated, is the fact that she probably doesn't have many friends due to how she looks. You can tell this, by the way that she is almost defending herself with all the questions that she’s asking as if she has been judged on her appearance and because she’s “green” more than a few times.