analysis

Introduction

The determination of this essay is to classify the title about the sounds, colour, images, graphics, videos and the shapes, what they targeting which a carbonated soft drink is sold in stores, restaurants, and vending machines in more than 200 countries. It is produced by The Coca-Cola Company of Atlanta, Georgia, and is often referred to simply as Coke (a registered trademark of The Coca-Cola Company in the United States since March 27, 1944). Originally intended as a patent medicine when it was invented in the late 19th century by John Pemberton, Coca-Cola was bought out by businessman Asa Griggs Candler, whose marketing tactics led Coke to its dominance of the world soft-drink market throughout the 20th century.

Title

 First to start with the title the company must have logo or brand that’s possessed to be recognized and distinctive logo. It’s important information must be put on the website to inform the customer what website they are recently at and built some of the foundations around which we live our lives: retail, automotive, financial services, telecommunications and energy, the staples of our daily lives also its always good to uses the creative technique to attract visitor’s attention such as commercials, posters, magazine’s,   announcement’s campaigns and reinforce the power to logo on the consumers. You will notice the dominant use of reds, black, green and orange throughout their designs, aimed at reinforcing trust, excitement and energy in the minds of consumers.

Top page

The Coca-Cola Company offers more than 500 brands in over 200 countries, besides its namesake Coca-Cola beverage.  For  the top page it uses the few different varieties of media to construct the effective page, To refresh the world - in mind, body and spirit,  inspire moments of optimism - through our brands and actions, create value and make a difference everywhere they engage,  to communicate with customer  though there is many that the company has to get right for example if the links are broken, images don’t have display, or they can’t navigate through it, they will get frustrated and leave which is not good thing.

The shape of the coca cola bottle

The unmistakable curved shape of its bottle has been part of the coco-cola images since the original glass contour bottle was introduced. Till this day a lot people wonder where the design come from, and some odd theories about its origins have surfaced over the year’s including one about its being model after a Victorian hooped dress. The unique bottle was pretty much the same shape no matter which beverage the contained

Estimation of the whole website

 website is the where customers increase their business information from, it must be created with correct varieties of media to make customers feel relaxed without any stress which is really important to attract customers interest. been to website that has no ground is like been in dark room with no light, it’s important to have focus on the background on the website many people need special generators for twitter background when they in the website, whether viewed on the a website, a mobile phone, or a desktop, act as a key visual element that could render the viewing experience from pleasant to utterly disturbing. Of course what customers are interested in is to have a great looking background, and there is many simple ways to achieve that. Coke Values shop for and buy antique, vintage, and old classic Coca-Cola Products, collectibles, Coke vending machines, coolers, bottles, glasses, signs, retro tables and chairs, lamps, posters, tins, and more. Looking for antique Coca Cola bottles is has different multiplicity like Coca-Cola fridge or Coca-Cola glasses. Coca-Cola products have been popular for decades and many people have huge collections around the world.

Conclusion

In my conclusion the coca cola company is currently  of the biggest and most recognized soft beverage brands in the world. With over 3000 products in more than 200 countries, the coca-cola company has surely become part of the people’s lives.The coca-cola company understands that today’s business world is technology is very essential to run such big company like coca-cola, the company uses technology such as creating databases and data warehouse about their customers and suppliers, doing business with consumers and other businesses through the Internet.Those websites are the reason coca-cola company reaches people at the most now days they even advertise their products on Myspace and Facebook. The coca-cola success isn’t something that has been achieved over night it takes time and years to build.

 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coca-Cola

http://www.thecoca-colacompany.com/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KfMeTc4txI

Mia's final fan fiction

1Q84

Aomame

Aomame rubbed her now round stomach as she sat in the chair on their small balcony. The sun shone quietly on her as the breeze cooled her warm skin. The fresh spring day began the same way it had for the last four months since Tengo and she had been left standing staring at only one moon, the real moon. Or so she had to believe. There were still so many questions floating around in Aomame’s head. There was still so much left unanswered. After she and Tengo had climbed the ladder that led them up to Metropolitan Expressway No. 3 and out of 1Q84, the second moon had disappeared, but the Tokyo she remembered was slightly reversed. After leaving the highway and making their way to the hotel room, they resided there for a few days before deciding how to start their new life together. Even though the two of them should have felt a little overwhelmed by the fact that up until a few days ago they were simply two souls caught up in the world of 1Q84, neither of them had this sense of unease. It seemed more natural to be together, all three of them, than it had to be alone. Perhaps it was just that moment back in school when Aomame held Tengo’s hand, or perhaps there was a higher power that held them together, but there was no doubt in their minds that they were destined to be together.

         And now, they were living in a little house in Hamadayama next to a park that vaguely resembled the park that Aomame appeared to Tengo in when he finally opened his eyes. The last few months had been spent settling into this place, their new home, and prepare for the little one to arrive. They still mused from time to time as to how the little one came to be inside of Aomame, but she knew that she had the Leader to thank for this miracle. He had also said there was no way back to the world of 1984. So what was this world? This was still a question Tengo and Aomame had not figured out yet. They were consumed with other issues at the moment. Aomame was getting bigger by the day and they had to prepare themselves to become parents. Aomame sipped her tea as she bathed in the warm spring sun. The feeling of something new was in the air.

Tengo

Since arriving in their new home in Hamadayama, Tengo spent his days caring for Aomame and used the rest of his time to work on his novel. Since arriving in this new world, one that they had not decided a name for yet, he felt as though his inspiration had been reborn with a much stronger passion. Hiding behind his typewriter, Tengo would burn hours typing, re-reading, editing and starting the process all over again. On more than one occasion, Aomame would have to pry Tengo away from the typewriter to eat or bathe. She seemed happy enough to leave him be when he was completely immersed in his work. Sometimes he worried she was silently resenting him for not spending more time with her but usually she sat in the sun and read a book or stretched, as much as she could in her pregnant state, on the days the weather was not as permitting. Tengo would watch her doing her exercises and stretches sometimes, and was always in awe how she got her body to move even when she was heavily pregnant. Occasionally she would let out a heavy sigh and say to Tengo, “My body is precious to me, especially now that I have the little one, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a round ball! So many years I kept my body fit and tight, and then you meet me just as everything starts to grow!” Tengo smiles softly at Aomame and reassures her, “You are beautiful to me Aomame and you always will be.” He looks up at her, her face pulled tightly into one of her harsh scowls, but as soon as he puts a hand to her cheek or his lips on her forehead by the time he pulls away her face has softened into the pretty Aomame he knows and loves. There was so much he was learning about Aomame and women. He had had his older girlfriend for a long time, (his mind still wonders where she went from time to time) but she never talked to Tengo about her body. He knew the Fridays she didn’t come over was because she was menstruating but that’s as far as any information like that was communicated. Now, Tengo was finally with Aomame and everything was new.
The rare moments when Tengo would stare off into space, first contemplating how his novel should progress, he would always end up thinking the same thoughts and asking the same questions. Will this baby look like me? Or if it doesn't will we know who the father is? Will it look like Leader? Only Aomame would know this because she was the only one who met him. And even then she says she barely saw his face.  Am I going to be a good father? Am I ready for this? To take care of a baby as well as Aomame. 
Currently they were living off of the money Aomame had earned in 1Q84 doing her "work." She never talked about it and when Tengo did ask questions, she would only give minimal answers. He worried often when the money would run out, but Aomame seemed confident that if they don't live beyond their means they would be alright until Tengo finished his book. Though once he did, he didn't know what he would do with it. Did Komatsu exist in this world? Would any publishing company accept his book? As far as the two of them knew Fuka-Eri and her book Air Chrysalis did not exist in this world. Tengo's work was loosely based around the same concept, so would it take like her book had in 1Q84? Whether he could earn any money off of it, he knew that he needed to write this novel. He could not put to waste the flow that was pouring out of him. Words flew on to the page as he furiously pushed away at the typewriter. He was close to the end. He could feel it. Aomame was close to the end of her pregnancy too. They were both coming to a turning point in their lives; the complete creation of their own offspring.

Mia's fan fiction draft

1Q84

Aomame

Aomame rubbed her slowly growing stomach as she sat in the chair on their small balcony. The sun shone quietly on her face and belly as the breeze cooled her warm skin. The fresh spring day began the same way it had for the last four months since Tengo and she had been left standing staring at only one moon, the real moon. Or so she had to believe. There were still so many questions floating around in Aomame’s head. There was still so much left unanswered. After she and Tengo had climbed the ladder that led them up to Metropolitan Expressway No. 3 and out of 1Q84, the second moon had disappeared, but the Tokyo she remembered was slightly reversed. After leaving the highway and making their way to the hotel room, they resided there for a few days before deciding how to start their new life together. Even though the two of them should have felt a little overwhelmed by the fact that up until a few days ago they were simply two souls caught up in the world of 1Q84, neither of them had this sense of unease. It seemed more natural to be together, all three of them, than it had to be alone. Perhaps it was just that moment back in school when Aomame held Tengo’s hand, or perhaps there was a higher power that held them together, but there was no doubt in their minds that they were destined to be together.

         And now, they were living in a little house in Hamadayama next to a park that vaguely resembled the park that Aomame appeared to Tengo in when he finally opened his eyes. The last few months had been spent settling into this place, their new home, and prepare for the little one to arrive. They still mused from time to time as to how the little one came to be inside of Aomame, but she knew that she had the Leader to thank for this miracle. He had also said there was no way back to the world of 1984. So what was this world? This was still a question Tengo and Aomame had not figured out yet. They were consumed with other issues at the moment. Aomame was getting bigger by the day and they had to prepare themselves to become parents. Aomame sipped her tea as she bathed in the warm spring sun. The feeling of something new was in the air.

Tengo

Since arriving in their new home in Hamadayama, Tengo spent his days caring for Aomame and used the rest of his time to work on his novel. Since arriving in this new world, one that they had not decided a name for yet, he felt as though his inspiration had been reborn with a much stronger passion. Hiding behind his typewriter, Tengo would burn hours typing, re-reading, editing and starting the process all over again. On more than one occasion, Aomame would have to pry Tengo away from the typewriter to eat or bathe. She seemed happy enough to leave him be when he was completely immersed in his work. Sometimes he worried she was silently resenting him for not spending more time with her but usually she sat in the sun and read a book or stretched, as much as she could in her pregnant state, on the days the weather was not as permitting. Tengo would watch her doing her exercises and stretches sometimes, and was always in awe how she got her body to move even when she was heavily pregnant. Occasionally she would let out a heavy sigh and say to Tengo, “My body is precious to me, especially now that I have the little one, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a round ball! So many years I kept my body fit and tight, and then you meet me just as everything starts to grow!” Tengo smiles softly at Aomame and reassures her, “You are beautiful to me Aomame and you always will be.” He looks up at her, her face pulled tightly into one of her harsh scowls, but as soon as he puts a hand to her cheek or his lips on her forehead by the time he pulls away her face has softened into the pretty Aomame he knows and loves. There was so much he was learning about Aomame and women. He had had his older girlfriend for a long time, (his mind still wonders where she went from time to time) but she never talked to Tengo about her body. He knew the Fridays she didn’t come over was because she was menstruating but that’s as far as any information like that was communicated. Now, Tengo was finally with Aomame and everything was new.

Mia's Five fan fiction links

Alice in Wonderland: Abigale and Frankie in Wonderland

"After Alice had her adventures did anyone else find this rabbit hole? Was it all just a dream Alice had? Well then Abigale and Frankie two best friends had a somewhat similar dream! They are a bit odd and Frankie fits right in Wonderland where as Alice tends to be a bit confused at times. Many well known characters and a few things from the book as well make their adventure grand."

Simple and not terribly well written but an interesting idea all the same. It ended rather abruptly and did not go into much depth so there isn't a lot to reflect on. The idea of having voices in your head (devil vs angel) is rather over-done and not very exciting. I had no interest in reading anymore, even if there had been more to read.

The Matrix: Asylum 

"They're not Neo and Smith. They're Thomas and John. And they are insane. They've spent 5 years in an asylum, together in their white room. Trying to remember what happened to them. Putting it all together. Did it all really happen?"

Neo and Smith have been confined to a white room and straitjackets - everything they knew is now wiped from their memory. Or so the doctors and nurses think. The knowledge of their past still lingers in the back on their minds. Somethings are just instinctual and they can't forget.

I actually found this fan fiction blog quite interesting. I only read the first chapter but I plan to sit down and read the rest in my spare time. It was decently written, nothing amazing, but I suppose people who are writing fan fiction are not planning to be New York bestselling authors. I really enjoyed the Matrix trilogy (despite the movies got worse with each edition) - the concept was something I found really interesting. This fan fiction blog was also an creative take on what could have happened afterward.

Harry Potter: Seeking Severus Snape: Curfew

"She immediately recognised the voice as belonging to Snape. She didn't know whether to feel terrified or excited. She felt her arms being released as he brought his hand round to turn her face towards him. She caught the feral hunger in his eyes as he brought his mouth down to devour hers, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. He took hold of her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down slightly, before releasing it.

She had all the while been clenching her hands at her sides, toying with the idea of stroking him. After that kiss, she could no longer restrain herself, and reached behind her to grasp his hardened length, now desperately straining against his trousers. She heard him hiss as she stroked him, causing him to reach down into her bottoms and plunge two fingers deep into her. She cried out and arched into him, throwing her head back onto his shoulder."

I'm not sure how I feel about Harry Potter related erotic literature - it's a bit wrong seeing as I grew up with Harry Potter and all. But then again, it is an interesting take on the character of Snape and now at an age where I can appreciate the erotic tones brings it back in a new light. The writing itself is not that bad. Definitely a newbie at writing erotic literature, but it can be hard not to be clumsy when it comes to writing about sex. I didn't have time to read all nine chapters of 'Curfew' but the author did try and bring more a plot into it instead of just following the same storyline the first two chapters took. 

Inception: Break Down

"She bit her lip as he left the room. There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on. He seemed polite, and gentle...but the way he behaved at the meal - not speaking, simply swallowing his food as tough ravenous with hunger- indicated there was something wrong.
She paused. She didn't want to be impolite, but nor did she want to stay.

---

Arthur blinked. She knew something was wrong. He'd seen it in her eyes. He swallowed, and reached for the faucet to fill the water jug.
Suddenly, his hand twitched. "Oh, God," he muttered.
Hastily turning the tap off, he turned and fled the room."

This was a really well written piece and it ended just as it got good! A little disappointed in that seeing as I was quite interested in seeing where this was going. I do love the movie Inception, not only for the complex storyline, but the enthralling, complicated characters as well so I was keen to read about what this author had planned for these characters. Unfortunately, it ended abruptly, as I mentioned, and we were left wondering. 

Beauty and the Beast: Rose and Me

"I knew Rose my whole life; she was my best friend, her mother (my nanny) would joke that we may as well have been twins. We would spend all our time together her older brother Mark would join us but more often than not we would be allowed to roam free in the grounds of my home. We would play in far off imagery worlds. I would be a knight, a space cowboy or all-mighty wizard; she would be my princess, my showgirl or my witch counterpart. In the winter mouths when her mother forbade us from going out in the cruel cold for too long, we would sit in a warm room; Rose would write our summer adventures into her growing books of tales, while I would draw pictures to add very little to the tales she told, my pictures would be added in clumsy to her magic book. But like everyone else my childhood bliss had to end and my came much more abruptly than the average."

My favourite Disney story was Beauty and the Beast, which was why I was drawn to this story. It started off well written but slowly deteriorated. The author brought the characters into the 21st century, but didn't state it clearly in the beginning which made it slightly confusing when talk of the internet and e-mail came up. Only three chapters were written but I f wasn't particularly sad when they came to an end. The flow of the story wasn't quite right; everything, such as conversations, moved unrealistically quickly which made it lack believability. I do realise with fan fiction it is more writing for yourself than for the pleasure of others, or writing at a high level of talent, but this story could have been improved if the author had gone back and reread, edited and double checked what she had written. 

Noah's Final Fan Fiction

Sorry guys punctuation, and sentance structure is reaaaallllly bad. My fanfic is a cross-over between Edward Scissorhands and Alice in Wonderland. If you haven't seen both films you might get confused. Its a simple straightforward-ish version of my draft, with a little twist. Enjoy :)

Edward knew nothing about who he was, who had created him. Why he was the way that he was.

He had always known that he was different, it was obvious.

His face a map of scars and cuts, his hair a mess of black, a birds nest upon his head.

His skin was pale, like marble, never changing, not the slightest hint of sun could be seen on him.

He lived upon a hill, in a large mansion.

And he was unfinished, an artificial man with scissors as hands.

He lived alone. Cast aside by the town, that lay in the valley beneath his hill. He overlooked these beings never getting close. They could not accept Edward, nobody could except her.

And she had crawled into his heart and broken it.

Edwards days consisted of cutting his hedges, and perfecting his garden.

A labyrinth of green hedges, shaped like large animals, giraffes, cats, chest pieces, and humans, anything that Edward would think about, he would create. They were his pride and joy. He also planted many wild flowers daisies, daffodils, roses, violets and irises. No matter what season it was, Edward could grow them.

It was his own paradise, his own world.

One night Edward awoke to the sound of rustling in his garden .Which was unusual, as animals never dared to venture into his garden. Startled he quickly tried to get out of bed, an attempt that failed and resulted in him cutting his cheek, yet again. A small drop of blood hit the pale white sheets. It saddened Edward deeply, but he quickly forgot about it, as the rustling got louder. His room was dark and musty from the settlement of dust thatcaked everything in his house.

He made his way to the garden.

Moonlight spilled into it, illuminating everything with a soft glow. All the leaves shone under the night sky, almost glittering. Edward had never seen them look sooo…..well sooo magical. The cold air whipped around him, sending chills down his back. There was a shuffle in the depth of the hedges, right behind the large cat. He focused on his garden.Catching a glimpse of blue here and there.

Edward whispered to himself "whose there"

All of a sudden, colour’s begun to light up his garden.

Rays of light shot up from the leaves. Colours such as magenta, gold, silver, turquoise green and violet.

His eyes were blinded by the spectacle; he stood there stunned staring out at the hedges, which slowly came to life before his eyes. He watched as the cat ran around between all the other objects, playing with the giraffes….And there standing in the middle of it all, was a girl….. 

She had long silver hair that caught the light of the moon and stars. She wore a light bluedress that dragged in the mud. It clung to every shape of her body. She had large forget-me not eyes, the colour of deep brown, like the richest soil. She was dancing, and playing with the cat. Her pale arms flung into the air, the wind catching greedily at her hair. The cat, now slowly shrinking, and becoming more of a cat, then a hedge was surrounded by a cloud of ominous blue and purple smoke. Edward was speechless and watched in awe, as the girl danced and played with all the creatures.

His heart was sending slight pangs throughout his body.

All of a sudden, the girl snapped, as if she had awoken from a dream. Everything stopped, the animals became hedges once again, except for the cat, the brilliant light and coloursleft, and the garden was restored to its now, not so magnificent state.

The girl stared at Edward…..he felt his face flush. (A feeling he had only felt once before). All of a sudden there was urgency in her walk and then She ran up to him, and wrapped her arms around him, he stood stiff with shock. Realizing that he was un-responsive she pulled away. Then noticing his raw cut, she touched his cheek, wiping away the blood her soft hands caressing his face.

She began muttering to herself.
“He’s waiting, waiting for me. I've found him, he's found…found…..found"

“Where are you from?” Edward spoke to her, almost in a whisper.

She looked at him, registering his face, as if seeing an old friend.

"Where all mad, from where I come from" she said, a wicked smile upon her face.

"Why are you here? He said.

"I’m here for you…..I’ve found you"

“For me?” he replied

“Yes, many, many years ago. You lived in a place called the underworld, you were a brave knight, the bravest there was, who helped me conquer the evil queen of hearts, you out of the goodness of your heart did not kill her, instead you banished her and her lover to the never lands. You became a hero, and many people both admired you and envied you. After years of watching over our people and the village, the queens lover, returned one last time to our village, after being taught voodoo magic by the people of the never lands he cast a spell upon you. Replacing your hands with scissors, taking all of your memories, and sending you up the rabbit hole to this world”

Suddenly flashes came back to Edward.

The girl with the silver hair, the cat, the caterpillar and the Queen of Hearts all appeared into his memory.

“…..Alice……" he whispered, chocking on the name.

He repeated himself again "Alice" now getting louder, until the name shook through out his whole body.

"ALLLLLLIIIIICCCCCCEEEEEE" he flung his arms around her, clinging to her frail body, being careful not to cut her dress.

“Yes Hatter, I came back for you"