Do you ever think of discipline and how hard it is to control yourself? I didn’t think much about it until I moved to Thailand with my family and learned some of the differences in the religious culture. Now, I’m no expert but monk’s have it pretty bad in my opinion. I’m not saying that they go through boot camp and do a million push-ups but they go through a lot of discipline and self control not only mentally but physically. Each country may have a few differences in how they pray and meditate but a majority of them live their lives in solitude with other monks. Monk’s have a few jobs that they do during the day like some cleaning up around the monastery such as sweeping the grounds or walking the cattle if there is any. A vast amount of their time during the day is meditating. Now I wouldn’t be able to sit all day on my butt in an “Indian style” position, close my eyes and memorize prayers. First I would fall asleep, and I lack the discipline to not move and stretch my body. I give props to the monks who don’t pass out and go insane from lack of movement.
Another reason why I think monk’s have incredible discipline is their strong stomachs. From what I have learned, they only eat once a day and that is in the morning. Now other countries may consume food throughout the day but the ones who only eat once a day are pretty hard core in the religion world. And not only do they eat once a day, sometimes the scarce food is just rice or a soup. When I was in the Miss Thailand World competition, I had to stay in a small town and do certain activities. One activity was to prepare sticky rice with bamboo, and some Thai food for monks to collect from gracious followers. Early in the morning, the girls had their own pot or box that contained the sticky rice and prepared food and wait outside of their house on the street. When the monks passed by on their morning stroll, the gracious followers would kneel down and wai “the traditional way to greet someone by putting your hands together like praying and bow your head” while the monk would stop and bow his head and say hello. Then you would place your food in their bags they carry and that would be their food for the whole day. Now the little amount of food that I witnessed them getting was so scarce that I started to be thankful for all the little pleasures I indulge myself in.
I’m not saying that I lack control of myself but I do lack the discipline that monks have in their day to day lives.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Persuasion Process Writing
Process Writing
At first I was really skeptical about what I wanted to write about for my Persuasive paper. I’m not sure that persuasive papers are my strong suit so when I found out that persuasion was our next topic, I panicked a bit. I was walking to class one morning when I spotted a poster on the wall in the hallway near the Technology Department. “Should there be limitations to free speech”? Immediately I knew what to write about. I thought it over for a bit and then took the poster down myself and held on to it for inspiration. Then I brainstormed and wrote down what came to mind. At first I was all for freedom of speech, but after hearing my boyfriends views about the matter and researching on the internet, I had a change of mind. I researched the meaning and started from there. The exercise of the grouping that Miss Stephanie wanted from us showed that I had more “cons” than “pro’s” over the issue. My first draft was pretty bad, I wasn’t very confident until I had Miss Stephanie share her insight on my paper and I rearranged the paragraphs to enhance the topic. Next I re-read my paper out loud to Julie and Lionel in class and felt pretty good about my paper. Took some mental notes on what to correct and re-drafted my paper. I added a few more sentences to my smaller paragraphs and a little bit more of my views on the whole matter and feel pretty satisfied with my free speech on free speech.
At first I was really skeptical about what I wanted to write about for my Persuasive paper. I’m not sure that persuasive papers are my strong suit so when I found out that persuasion was our next topic, I panicked a bit. I was walking to class one morning when I spotted a poster on the wall in the hallway near the Technology Department. “Should there be limitations to free speech”? Immediately I knew what to write about. I thought it over for a bit and then took the poster down myself and held on to it for inspiration. Then I brainstormed and wrote down what came to mind. At first I was all for freedom of speech, but after hearing my boyfriends views about the matter and researching on the internet, I had a change of mind. I researched the meaning and started from there. The exercise of the grouping that Miss Stephanie wanted from us showed that I had more “cons” than “pro’s” over the issue. My first draft was pretty bad, I wasn’t very confident until I had Miss Stephanie share her insight on my paper and I rearranged the paragraphs to enhance the topic. Next I re-read my paper out loud to Julie and Lionel in class and felt pretty good about my paper. Took some mental notes on what to correct and re-drafted my paper. I added a few more sentences to my smaller paragraphs and a little bit more of my views on the whole matter and feel pretty satisfied with my free speech on free speech.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Dreaming of a dream #42
I’m human, but I’m not. How can this be? Where am I? What is going on? Wait… I’m dreaming. The air is clear, not permeated with years of pollution like the real world of consciousness. Countless people are scattered all around me. But I don’t really know them. Their faces are a mask of blurriness that my hazed mind can’t grasp. Just as my eyes focus on their faces, they disappear as if they were never there and I am alone in a field of bliss.
I raise my head up to see perfect nimbus clouds and crave to touch the sky. The ground, a flawless bed of green grass, beneath my feet evokes me to lie down and roll around like as if the ground held magical powers that can be absorbed through touch. The trees and flowers sprung out of the ground. The trees were massive. Like a giant tree from a fairytale like “Jack and the Bean Stalk”. The flowers bloomed with vivid colors like that out of an “Alice and Wonderland” scene.
All I want to do now is to fly up to the sky. But am I still human in my dreams? Of course, but dreams are limitless. The sky isn’t the limit but I plan on touching it. I can’t fly like a bird but I crouch down to a half squat and jump up. I float up like a man on the moon. I soar in the sky with grace and tranquility. Realization hits me now. I have new method to traveling! I can go anywhere! There’s no stopping me now. Coming back down to the flawless green bed is like being a drop rain falling in slow motion. Peace is all I can feel as I return to the ground only to pounce back up to the sky and proceed in a straight direction to the sun off in the horizon. My destination is the sunset in the distance. Each jump brings me closer to that beautiful ball of warmth that brightens my soul. Closer and closer the horizon is almost within my reach. I reach with outstretched arms.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
My eyes open and I wake up to reality. Great! I wake up just before I touch the sun. Reality bites sometimes.
I raise my head up to see perfect nimbus clouds and crave to touch the sky. The ground, a flawless bed of green grass, beneath my feet evokes me to lie down and roll around like as if the ground held magical powers that can be absorbed through touch. The trees and flowers sprung out of the ground. The trees were massive. Like a giant tree from a fairytale like “Jack and the Bean Stalk”. The flowers bloomed with vivid colors like that out of an “Alice and Wonderland” scene.
All I want to do now is to fly up to the sky. But am I still human in my dreams? Of course, but dreams are limitless. The sky isn’t the limit but I plan on touching it. I can’t fly like a bird but I crouch down to a half squat and jump up. I float up like a man on the moon. I soar in the sky with grace and tranquility. Realization hits me now. I have new method to traveling! I can go anywhere! There’s no stopping me now. Coming back down to the flawless green bed is like being a drop rain falling in slow motion. Peace is all I can feel as I return to the ground only to pounce back up to the sky and proceed in a straight direction to the sun off in the horizon. My destination is the sunset in the distance. Each jump brings me closer to that beautiful ball of warmth that brightens my soul. Closer and closer the horizon is almost within my reach. I reach with outstretched arms.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
My eyes open and I wake up to reality. Great! I wake up just before I touch the sun. Reality bites sometimes.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Blind Date # 56
Terri C. is always on time, and today was no exception. First impressions are important to her and going to meet a stranger on a blind date isn't the best time to be late. She's supposed to meet Joe at the park near the Times Square. Of course a perfect place to meet up and have a romantic moment is the fountain. Terri arrived about fifteen minutes early. She takes a seat on a nearby park bench and glances at her pink Guess watch that reads 3:45 p.m. She pulls out her science-fiction romance novel and waits for who she hopes to be "Prince Charming" newcomer.
Joe D., he’s an “on time” kind of person but this blind date that Kelly, good old friend that set him up, has put Joe on edge and it’s making his nerves go haywire. He only lives ten minutes away from the park where he’s supposed to meet Terri at the fountain, but all of this spare time seems minimal when getting ready for a date. He still has to put on some deodorant, brush his teeth, grab a belt to put on, and clean off some smudges to his good pair of shoes. It’s as almost as if the pressure was too much to bear like a boiling pot of water on an oven. After rushing through a mental list of things, Joe sprints out the door with a bouquet of daisy’s that he had purchased a few hours before. There was no time for a taxi to come and get him so he took a short cut through a back alley and crossed a side street to a side entrance to the park. Joe slowed down and caught his breath when he neared the fountain. His eyes go straight to a beautiful brunette in a light pink spring dress sitting on a park bench next to the fountain. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in loose curls and framed a gorgeous face. She had dark brown eyes and high cheek bones with soft tan skin like someone who didn’t get too much sun but just enough to glow. Her posture was straight and alert while she read her book. Everything about this mysterious woman called for his attention.
Terri noticed someone standing to her left, watching her, and when she glanced up to see who it was, the stranger headed her way. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears making her pulse sound like drums were close by. The man introduced himself and took her hand and placed a faint kiss on her hand like a proper gentleman. When he stood up straight, she stood up as well and finally saw how tall and handsome he was. Dark, almost black straight hair fell just past his strong neck which caused Terri’s eyes to trail down to his broad shoulders and thick chest. He had dark brown eyes and a sharp nose to go with his chiseled face. He stood a foot taller than her and his presence seemed enormous compared to her little frame.
After introductions and some awkward silence, they strolled through the park and walked to a small diner across the street. Romance was in the air and love was all around.
-If you would like to know more about this story, let me know and I might put up a part 2. Thanks!
Joe D., he’s an “on time” kind of person but this blind date that Kelly, good old friend that set him up, has put Joe on edge and it’s making his nerves go haywire. He only lives ten minutes away from the park where he’s supposed to meet Terri at the fountain, but all of this spare time seems minimal when getting ready for a date. He still has to put on some deodorant, brush his teeth, grab a belt to put on, and clean off some smudges to his good pair of shoes. It’s as almost as if the pressure was too much to bear like a boiling pot of water on an oven. After rushing through a mental list of things, Joe sprints out the door with a bouquet of daisy’s that he had purchased a few hours before. There was no time for a taxi to come and get him so he took a short cut through a back alley and crossed a side street to a side entrance to the park. Joe slowed down and caught his breath when he neared the fountain. His eyes go straight to a beautiful brunette in a light pink spring dress sitting on a park bench next to the fountain. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in loose curls and framed a gorgeous face. She had dark brown eyes and high cheek bones with soft tan skin like someone who didn’t get too much sun but just enough to glow. Her posture was straight and alert while she read her book. Everything about this mysterious woman called for his attention.
Terri noticed someone standing to her left, watching her, and when she glanced up to see who it was, the stranger headed her way. Her heart pounded in her chest and ears making her pulse sound like drums were close by. The man introduced himself and took her hand and placed a faint kiss on her hand like a proper gentleman. When he stood up straight, she stood up as well and finally saw how tall and handsome he was. Dark, almost black straight hair fell just past his strong neck which caused Terri’s eyes to trail down to his broad shoulders and thick chest. He had dark brown eyes and a sharp nose to go with his chiseled face. He stood a foot taller than her and his presence seemed enormous compared to her little frame.
After introductions and some awkward silence, they strolled through the park and walked to a small diner across the street. Romance was in the air and love was all around.
-If you would like to know more about this story, let me know and I might put up a part 2. Thanks!
Monday, March 22, 2010
#76 She's Just Insane
-This is an episode of Kelly
Kelly was as nervous as she could be while standing off to the outside of the bathroom door. The hall light bulb was burned out, so standing in the pitch black hallway at midnight just freaked her out even more than usual. She tried to feel for the light switch on the inside of the bathroom without even looking in to the bathroom. Kelly is still scared of the dark even though she’s grown up to her mid twenties. And living in her apartment, alone, didn’t ease her night time frights. After a few seconds of jitters and deep breaths, the harsh light illuminates the bathroom. The shower curtain is off to the left so she knows that no one is behind the curtain, hiding, waiting to strike her dead. Sure Kelly has a few superstitious quirks she keeps in her house that make her seem like she’s a paranoid little girl, but some fear can turn you insane. And you never know if you’re going to become one of the unlucky victims of random killings from a psychotic murderer.
After using the restroom, she runs back to her warm bed and giant comforter and tucks her feet so no one could get her feet and drag her away in a nightmare. She didn’t think the “Boogey Man” existed but real life crazies could come out of nowhere and that was her real scare. Kelly used to have a night light that glowed through the room but now the soft glow of the TV light has taken its place so her room wouldn’t be pitch dark. Her ears became sensitive and the constant running of a DVD menu screen is the only comfort to drown out the continuing fear of hearing imagined foot steps toward the bedroom. And to add to her insanity of hearing imagined killers coming after her, Kelly keeps her small portable black fan on low to cool her down and drown out any suspicious and scary night time sounds. Just these few habits of Kelly’s fear have caused her insanity to be in constant fear. Every night is the same routine, lights on all the time and a perpetual drum of sounds to calm her paranoia and insanity. Only to wake up and still live in fear of not waking up the next day.
Kelly was as nervous as she could be while standing off to the outside of the bathroom door. The hall light bulb was burned out, so standing in the pitch black hallway at midnight just freaked her out even more than usual. She tried to feel for the light switch on the inside of the bathroom without even looking in to the bathroom. Kelly is still scared of the dark even though she’s grown up to her mid twenties. And living in her apartment, alone, didn’t ease her night time frights. After a few seconds of jitters and deep breaths, the harsh light illuminates the bathroom. The shower curtain is off to the left so she knows that no one is behind the curtain, hiding, waiting to strike her dead. Sure Kelly has a few superstitious quirks she keeps in her house that make her seem like she’s a paranoid little girl, but some fear can turn you insane. And you never know if you’re going to become one of the unlucky victims of random killings from a psychotic murderer.
After using the restroom, she runs back to her warm bed and giant comforter and tucks her feet so no one could get her feet and drag her away in a nightmare. She didn’t think the “Boogey Man” existed but real life crazies could come out of nowhere and that was her real scare. Kelly used to have a night light that glowed through the room but now the soft glow of the TV light has taken its place so her room wouldn’t be pitch dark. Her ears became sensitive and the constant running of a DVD menu screen is the only comfort to drown out the continuing fear of hearing imagined foot steps toward the bedroom. And to add to her insanity of hearing imagined killers coming after her, Kelly keeps her small portable black fan on low to cool her down and drown out any suspicious and scary night time sounds. Just these few habits of Kelly’s fear have caused her insanity to be in constant fear. Every night is the same routine, lights on all the time and a perpetual drum of sounds to calm her paranoia and insanity. Only to wake up and still live in fear of not waking up the next day.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Narrative Process Writing
Process Writing
When I first started to even think of this paper, I drew a blank. I had just done a descriptive paper on this very same topic and didn’t think new ideas were going to happen if I write about it again. I thought of writing about an experience to Cambodia when I was in the competition but after carefully thinking it through, I stuck with my old idea and let it grow. I had thought about how I wanted to write the paper for a few days. Thoroughly contemplating the good and bad of each idea. At first I just wanted to write a story in a way of like a recorded memory but then that idea turned into a diary story. Finalized on that idea I start my paper without a set title, just a “throw it out there” title. Getting through half of the paper, I realize that I want to make this paper like a story that others could find years in the future so I write down the time, date, place of, and event before the first paragraph to make the paper seem like a story in a lost book. Then I traded papers with Julie Shelabarger and had some great feedback and new ideas for the 2nd rough draft of my paper. I knew the significance and point of views in my story. After Julie couldn’t understand my point of view I rethought some of my sentences and reworded a couple phrases. I finished up this paper over the weekend and gave another read through which made me feel quite good about this diary type story.
When I first started to even think of this paper, I drew a blank. I had just done a descriptive paper on this very same topic and didn’t think new ideas were going to happen if I write about it again. I thought of writing about an experience to Cambodia when I was in the competition but after carefully thinking it through, I stuck with my old idea and let it grow. I had thought about how I wanted to write the paper for a few days. Thoroughly contemplating the good and bad of each idea. At first I just wanted to write a story in a way of like a recorded memory but then that idea turned into a diary story. Finalized on that idea I start my paper without a set title, just a “throw it out there” title. Getting through half of the paper, I realize that I want to make this paper like a story that others could find years in the future so I write down the time, date, place of, and event before the first paragraph to make the paper seem like a story in a lost book. Then I traded papers with Julie Shelabarger and had some great feedback and new ideas for the 2nd rough draft of my paper. I knew the significance and point of views in my story. After Julie couldn’t understand my point of view I rethought some of my sentences and reworded a couple phrases. I finished up this paper over the weekend and gave another read through which made me feel quite good about this diary type story.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The execution #64
Day after day, year after year, time seems endless behind gray, bleak cold prison bars. The white barren walls with scratch marks and hand written letters of loved ones, surrounded the small space. A stark contrast of a mirror hangs above a useless sink and a dirty stool. A concrete bed and thin sheets made up a place of slumber. Bright orange overalls is the only piece of clothing that seems normal anymore after 10 years of waiting. Frank saw his world before him with a realization that this constant hell was going to end soon. The judge has announced that on the next court date, his fate will be decided. Either the jury will pass judgment and his execution will be the end or a miracle will see him through another day in prison hell. Frank is on the waiting list for an execution, but even a little spurt of hope can help for a miracle. Each day has become another heart filled breathe closer to his fate. He thought this place a human hell that the years have drilled into him but he still feared the real fires of the afterlife. All Frank wanted was to return home to his wife and daughter but accusations on him has landed his life in the slammer. The only heaven he has known was his wife and kid and he will never be able to go back to the way things were.
The long hours of constant pushups, sit ups and working out seemed pointless when he wasn’t going to see the light of day again. Yet Frank went on with less and less enthusiasm as an execution date was to be decided. Jess, Frank’s love, would never get to stare into his eyes and kiss him goodnight. Natalie, his daughter would grow up without the love and affection of her father. In the back of his mind, Frank desired his execution because putting his family through even more pain of never seeing him again just caused his heart more damage than ever. Even if he wasn’t executed, he would never be free again. What more could the afterlife throw at him?
It is announced that Frank is to be executed for his unforgiveable act of crime. The execution will take place two weeks from this coming Saturday. During that time, friends and family may visit and say farewell before his passing. A last minute statement will be made from Frank before a poison injection will be committed. May the gods have mercy on his soul.
The long hours of constant pushups, sit ups and working out seemed pointless when he wasn’t going to see the light of day again. Yet Frank went on with less and less enthusiasm as an execution date was to be decided. Jess, Frank’s love, would never get to stare into his eyes and kiss him goodnight. Natalie, his daughter would grow up without the love and affection of her father. In the back of his mind, Frank desired his execution because putting his family through even more pain of never seeing him again just caused his heart more damage than ever. Even if he wasn’t executed, he would never be free again. What more could the afterlife throw at him?
It is announced that Frank is to be executed for his unforgiveable act of crime. The execution will take place two weeks from this coming Saturday. During that time, friends and family may visit and say farewell before his passing. A last minute statement will be made from Frank before a poison injection will be committed. May the gods have mercy on his soul.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Readers #5
Who are my readers? Do I have readers is what I’m wondering. So far my most noticeable reader is Miss Stephanie. This is great because I love to read her comments and her point of views on what I write. However I hope to grab the attention of other readers when I am writing my blogs. I’d like my readers to enjoy my tall tales and confession letters. Miss Stephanie seems to enjoy my silly stories and timeless travel spots.
Currently my latest work is my Narrative Paper on my experience in the Miss Thailand World competition. A moment of my life experience recorded on paper or electronic paper blog. Concern, interest, and curiosity are, at least I hope that’s correct, what attracts my readers to my work in the first place.
My paper may connect with a few of my traveler readers. Ones that have seen other countries first hand. Another connection could be the emotional turmoil and anxiety of my characters, in my blogs, that readers can relate to with me. I try to keep myself as real as possible when I write about myself. Second hand guessing on experience doesn’t always make for a great paper, I think. Imagination is another relation my readers have with my work. No matter how far and wide your imagination plane goes, there’s still someone who can follow along just a little bit with your story. Kind of like that movie “Never Ending Story”. I like that movie, If you wanted to know.
The downfall of connecting with my reader’s maybe to capture their input. I’d like to get some criticism. I’m not saying I enjoy negative feedback but I am saying that I do like a few hints here and there. I might fail to connect with readers when it comes to a foreign object that we may not have here. But that’s where the imagination comes into play. Each writer has a challenge, when creating a story or any piece of writing for that matter, to capture our attention as readers.
Currently my latest work is my Narrative Paper on my experience in the Miss Thailand World competition. A moment of my life experience recorded on paper or electronic paper blog. Concern, interest, and curiosity are, at least I hope that’s correct, what attracts my readers to my work in the first place.
My paper may connect with a few of my traveler readers. Ones that have seen other countries first hand. Another connection could be the emotional turmoil and anxiety of my characters, in my blogs, that readers can relate to with me. I try to keep myself as real as possible when I write about myself. Second hand guessing on experience doesn’t always make for a great paper, I think. Imagination is another relation my readers have with my work. No matter how far and wide your imagination plane goes, there’s still someone who can follow along just a little bit with your story. Kind of like that movie “Never Ending Story”. I like that movie, If you wanted to know.
The downfall of connecting with my reader’s maybe to capture their input. I’d like to get some criticism. I’m not saying I enjoy negative feedback but I am saying that I do like a few hints here and there. I might fail to connect with readers when it comes to a foreign object that we may not have here. But that’s where the imagination comes into play. Each writer has a challenge, when creating a story or any piece of writing for that matter, to capture our attention as readers.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Starstruck #35
"Dude! Do you know who that is?! It's Seth Green!" I exclaimed to my best friend Chloe.
Yes yes I have met Seth Green, well I sort of met him. Almost a year ago I was still residing in Bangkok.I used to be quiet the party girl. Every Tuesday night, I would go meet up with a few friends and go to this particular club called "Bed Supper Club" but most people called the place "Bed" for short. Usually I arrive at Bed around 10:30 or 11:00 p.m. but tonight I got there around 11:30 p.m. I met up with my friends a little bit later. I was wearing my favorite skinny jeans and a semi revealing top. I was also wearing my new favorite shoes by Lyn, they had atleast 4 inches on them. I just got the shoes about a couple weeks before. As usual, Chloe and I would hang out in the VIP area with the DJ's and get some free barcardi breezers. The theme was "Poppin' Champagne" for everyone but Chloe and I weren't champagne drinkers and we didn't drink very much when we would go out. The speakers were booming so loud that you could barely hear anyone talking to you. The hip hop and rap droned out the multiple conversations in the club and dancefloor. Around midnight a mysterious person entered the club but neither Chloe nor I knew who it was. The dancefloor started to part and shift for the newcomer. I acted like the big shot was no big deal and turned around. My curiousity got the better of me and I turned around to see Seth Green standing at the bar just a few feet away from me. At first I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me but to my suprise it really was him. Gasping and pointing were my first reactions. Chloe and I were suprised that he was even in the country let alone in the same club with us. My first thought was to see if he would take a picture with me but I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and noticed that I would be a freakish giant if I stood next to him. I didn't want to go up to him and look him down and I didn't want to have to bend down 4 inches just to still be taller than him. When he noticed that Chloe and I were looking at him, he gave us a dirty look as if we were stupid girls. And with that dirty look I decided to forget about a picture because just as I suspected him to be, he was a small little prick. He was short like I imagined but I didn't think him to be so tiny. The man is a great actor and I do like his work, however the expected attitude I saw first hand makes me dislike him just a little bit. The aquaintance didn't mean much more than a star struck girl and a snobby Hollywood actor at a hot spot night club.
Yes yes I have met Seth Green, well I sort of met him. Almost a year ago I was still residing in Bangkok.I used to be quiet the party girl. Every Tuesday night, I would go meet up with a few friends and go to this particular club called "Bed Supper Club" but most people called the place "Bed" for short. Usually I arrive at Bed around 10:30 or 11:00 p.m. but tonight I got there around 11:30 p.m. I met up with my friends a little bit later. I was wearing my favorite skinny jeans and a semi revealing top. I was also wearing my new favorite shoes by Lyn, they had atleast 4 inches on them. I just got the shoes about a couple weeks before. As usual, Chloe and I would hang out in the VIP area with the DJ's and get some free barcardi breezers. The theme was "Poppin' Champagne" for everyone but Chloe and I weren't champagne drinkers and we didn't drink very much when we would go out. The speakers were booming so loud that you could barely hear anyone talking to you. The hip hop and rap droned out the multiple conversations in the club and dancefloor. Around midnight a mysterious person entered the club but neither Chloe nor I knew who it was. The dancefloor started to part and shift for the newcomer. I acted like the big shot was no big deal and turned around. My curiousity got the better of me and I turned around to see Seth Green standing at the bar just a few feet away from me. At first I wasn't sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me but to my suprise it really was him. Gasping and pointing were my first reactions. Chloe and I were suprised that he was even in the country let alone in the same club with us. My first thought was to see if he would take a picture with me but I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and noticed that I would be a freakish giant if I stood next to him. I didn't want to go up to him and look him down and I didn't want to have to bend down 4 inches just to still be taller than him. When he noticed that Chloe and I were looking at him, he gave us a dirty look as if we were stupid girls. And with that dirty look I decided to forget about a picture because just as I suspected him to be, he was a small little prick. He was short like I imagined but I didn't think him to be so tiny. The man is a great actor and I do like his work, however the expected attitude I saw first hand makes me dislike him just a little bit. The aquaintance didn't mean much more than a star struck girl and a snobby Hollywood actor at a hot spot night club.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Warm Up Blog
Now I want to say this first, I don’t want to seem like I’m ranting on and on, but this is a touchy subject that I haven’t gotten over. This is from one of our warm up’s from last class. Tell about an event which made you angrier than anything that ever happened to you before or since. Here’s my story.
A time that made me really angry was when I was in Thailand and I was very lonely and feeling very lost. I was around 18 years old. I had recently moved to the big city of Bangkok and had my cousin-in-law (Lam) living with me. My parents wanted someone around to watch over me. I just started competing in the Miss Thailand World competition which I spent a lot of my time going to sponsors events and temples and photo shoots all day and all night. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep and becoming anorexic. I was also in the middle of shooting my biggest commercial I’ve ever done, Nivea lotion. Both activities were cutting into my time and causing a lot of problems. Lam went to almost all of my activities with me. One day when I was extremely exhausted, homesick and tired of the craziness day after day, I called my dad back at home in Illinois and talked to him. I would cry my eyes out when I talked to my dad on the phone and this time was no exception. I needed supportive feedback since most of the people I saw on a daily basis had nothing good to say. Lam and I were in a taxi cab to my place from the commercial, and I was chatting away with my dad. The first thing Lam has to say to tell me to tell my dad is “Tell your dad that I need more money”. My first thought was she’s crazy! To think that I was going to say that to my dad was absurd. I have never once asked for money from my parents, and the fact that she asked for more money when my parents send her a couple hundred bucks a month was ridiculous. I looked at her and didn’t say anything when really what I wanted to do was strangle her. And to think she could say that to me just ticked me off. When we got home to my apartment she asked me why I cry when I talk to my dad on the phone and not when I talk to my mom. It’s not that I don’t get emotional when I talk to my mother; it’s just that we argue more than we have “moments”. Back to the story, Lam’s exact question is what set me off the most. She asked “Why don’t you ever cry when you talk to your mom? You must not love her do you?” Even though it was in a form of a question, it still hurt like a blow to the face. Her crude attitude just made me take my phone and call my dad again and cry some more. That one sentence was my turning point towards her, I used to have such respect for her and now I cannot stand her anymore. I needed support and compassion during those days and to have my family lash at me was unnecessary. After my parents found out how rude she was we had a discussion to kick her out, because she wasn’t doing me any good living with me. She stayed in my apartment all day while I worked at a hospital and did commercials and competitions. I would pay for all of the transportation and expenses while she did nothing but get a paycheck every month from my parents. To this day she has not apologized for her rude behavior and yelling at my family, but the lesson learned here is to choose your words wisely.
A time that made me really angry was when I was in Thailand and I was very lonely and feeling very lost. I was around 18 years old. I had recently moved to the big city of Bangkok and had my cousin-in-law (Lam) living with me. My parents wanted someone around to watch over me. I just started competing in the Miss Thailand World competition which I spent a lot of my time going to sponsors events and temples and photo shoots all day and all night. I was so exhausted from lack of sleep and becoming anorexic. I was also in the middle of shooting my biggest commercial I’ve ever done, Nivea lotion. Both activities were cutting into my time and causing a lot of problems. Lam went to almost all of my activities with me. One day when I was extremely exhausted, homesick and tired of the craziness day after day, I called my dad back at home in Illinois and talked to him. I would cry my eyes out when I talked to my dad on the phone and this time was no exception. I needed supportive feedback since most of the people I saw on a daily basis had nothing good to say. Lam and I were in a taxi cab to my place from the commercial, and I was chatting away with my dad. The first thing Lam has to say to tell me to tell my dad is “Tell your dad that I need more money”. My first thought was she’s crazy! To think that I was going to say that to my dad was absurd. I have never once asked for money from my parents, and the fact that she asked for more money when my parents send her a couple hundred bucks a month was ridiculous. I looked at her and didn’t say anything when really what I wanted to do was strangle her. And to think she could say that to me just ticked me off. When we got home to my apartment she asked me why I cry when I talk to my dad on the phone and not when I talk to my mom. It’s not that I don’t get emotional when I talk to my mother; it’s just that we argue more than we have “moments”. Back to the story, Lam’s exact question is what set me off the most. She asked “Why don’t you ever cry when you talk to your mom? You must not love her do you?” Even though it was in a form of a question, it still hurt like a blow to the face. Her crude attitude just made me take my phone and call my dad again and cry some more. That one sentence was my turning point towards her, I used to have such respect for her and now I cannot stand her anymore. I needed support and compassion during those days and to have my family lash at me was unnecessary. After my parents found out how rude she was we had a discussion to kick her out, because she wasn’t doing me any good living with me. She stayed in my apartment all day while I worked at a hospital and did commercials and competitions. I would pay for all of the transportation and expenses while she did nothing but get a paycheck every month from my parents. To this day she has not apologized for her rude behavior and yelling at my family, but the lesson learned here is to choose your words wisely.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
JAPAN JAPAN! #39
I haven't been to a lot of places in my time but I have traveled across the world. One of my dream places to visit is Tokyo Japan. I've always wanted to visit Tokyo. I have been at the airport in Tokyo Japan but can you really say that you've visited somewhere when all you did there was stop and sit for a few hours on a hard cold uncomfortable chair? So, I've always wanted to go there for at least a week or so. It's just so interesting to hear about all of the things that go on in the big city. I'm sure its hectic. Bangkok was like a crazy, busy city. I've had two different exhcange students from Japan. Yuri Takashi was from a town close to Tokyo and Mina Sato was from Osaka. I think they are the reasons why I am so fascinated with Japan and Japanese things. Mina brought tons and tons of food and candy with her when she came to live with us. All of those sweets gave me a tummy ache and maybe a cavity. It was good though. Even my own mother started to cook her food the same way Mina did with the food she had brought with her. Mina also had cute little toys and electronics with her. The stationary she had was cute too! Although, one thing I'm not a fan of is Hello Kitty. I'm sorry if you like Hello Kitty. But I for me, it's just too much. I don't quite understand the little kitten but whatever. I think the technology they have advances us and I just want to see that first hand.Of course a lot of our luxuries comes from Japan so why wouldn't I want to see it? Anywhere you go there has something unique and compelling. They make their restuarants look either extravagant or completely outrageous. There's a restaurant that has a toilet theme. It's just odd and I find it fascinating.
I'm also intrigued by the language. I love listening to it. It's so fast and poetic. Well at least to me. Even the way they write their words is interesting. A bunch of marks to make a word. another reason why I am enthralled with japanese things is anime. Yes, I admit it, I watch anime. For those of you who don't know what anime is, anime is basically japanese cartoons. I happen to like Bleach at the moment. I know, I am a total nerd. I watch the cartoons in japanse with english subtitles. I'm learning the language from watching japanese cartoons. I want to get Rosetta Stone's japanese program but haven't been able to get it. For now my hobby is watching and learning from anime.
I can't really express how much I want to go visit Tokyo Japan and see the crazy hectic city with over a 128 million people. It's been my dream to go there and hopefully someday I'll get to go.
I'm also intrigued by the language. I love listening to it. It's so fast and poetic. Well at least to me. Even the way they write their words is interesting. A bunch of marks to make a word. another reason why I am enthralled with japanese things is anime. Yes, I admit it, I watch anime. For those of you who don't know what anime is, anime is basically japanese cartoons. I happen to like Bleach at the moment. I know, I am a total nerd. I watch the cartoons in japanse with english subtitles. I'm learning the language from watching japanese cartoons. I want to get Rosetta Stone's japanese program but haven't been able to get it. For now my hobby is watching and learning from anime.
I can't really express how much I want to go visit Tokyo Japan and see the crazy hectic city with over a 128 million people. It's been my dream to go there and hopefully someday I'll get to go.
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Devil Has Spoken #57
"You know what you did Kiara, you consumed too much of that space cake and now your screwed!"
The devil spoke to Kiara in her whacked out mind. She's at her most vulneralbe state and Lucifer is stalking Kiara like easy prey. She may have ingested an illegal drug but she is safely tucked in her small two room apartment with a mini terrace. No real harm could befall her, well at least thats what she thought until that last bite of that big space cake. Then all hell and the devil breaks loose on her mental state. the ceiling fan was on low, creating a soft hum with the the barely discernable tv off in the corner of the living room. There wasn't a reason for Kiara to get high other than to just do it. Her vision started to get fuzzy like her pink sweater and baby blue pajama bottoms. She started to feel hot, like a hot summer night. So she put up her long curly brown hair into a bun to keep from sweating. Her face was bright red as if she had made a mistake and didn't know how to fix the problem. Guilt was consuming her. That's when the devil could talk to her. Implant messages into her mind. Make her see all of the guilt and pain in her past. Reliving nightmares of being lost and abused. Forcing her to see her sins. Kiara started to rock back and forth. Her were eyes shut tightly, afraid that if she even open her eyes for just a second, that the devil himself would be standing there waiting to take her. Afraid that she might be crazy and hallucinating. Still he persisted to penetrate her soul.
"Come on Kiara! You know you want some more. More! More!"
To Kiara, it seemed as if he was wanting more and more of her pain. To feed his hunger on her fears. And each time she could hear his dark, sinister voice, she would shed another tear. She was alone and hearing the devil calling to her. Who could she tell this to? They would think her crazy and make fun of her more. Giving the devil more leverage over her. But Kiara wasn't a push over kind of girl. Lucifer persisted her, asking her why? Why she would want to stay on earth? Her response was "To keep away from you." And with that remark Kiara slowly came out of the devil's rabbit whole. The dizzy waves subsided slowly. Like a rollercoaster coming to a stop at the same place that it started. The light from the almost muted tv seemed inviting again and the ceiling fan seemed almost un-noticable now. The effects of that space cake was still apparent but not as much as when the whole world seemed to spin and the devil was speaking to her. The world was becoming clearer and clearer and the devil weakened by Kiara's strength. Almost as if this whole episode was just a freaky dream.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Reflective Process on Descriptive Paper
Process Paper
When I started my paper I first write down some main parts of the whole topic. Then a visual of how each paragraph will be and how long the whole paper should be comes to mind. I like to write and re-write my drafts and papers. A lot of the work is on paper. My final work is usually the last step because I get more creativity and ideas when physically writing. I’ve written this paper in a few different places. I try to write down what comes to mind so I won’t forget it.
I’ve written out ides from our grouping session at the “Studio”. The cluster and dramatizing parts of the workshop were the most helpful ways I wrote my descriptive paper. The cluster helped me map main points and individual people. The dramatization was helpful in describing the overall feelings and detail of each cluster. Both of the techniques helped each other as well. My next full rough draft started with me adding the description of the senses in each cluster/dramatization of people and paragraphs. I kept my attention on the feelings and senses to get a overall feel of the one moment on stage.
My final draft will be taking Raquel’s ideas of more detail to the girl’s looks. For example: accessories and hair. However I don’t want to make my story too long and never ending. I’ll make some adjustments to my cluster/dramatized descriptive paper on my computer. Sometimes new ideas will form when I write something down on paper and then it sounds better in a different way when I type it out or read it out loud. I wrote this process paper out on paper before typing this and this sentence here was made up on the spot. Not too many adjustments are made, just some extra thought to help you see the big picture.
When I started my paper I first write down some main parts of the whole topic. Then a visual of how each paragraph will be and how long the whole paper should be comes to mind. I like to write and re-write my drafts and papers. A lot of the work is on paper. My final work is usually the last step because I get more creativity and ideas when physically writing. I’ve written this paper in a few different places. I try to write down what comes to mind so I won’t forget it.
I’ve written out ides from our grouping session at the “Studio”. The cluster and dramatizing parts of the workshop were the most helpful ways I wrote my descriptive paper. The cluster helped me map main points and individual people. The dramatization was helpful in describing the overall feelings and detail of each cluster. Both of the techniques helped each other as well. My next full rough draft started with me adding the description of the senses in each cluster/dramatization of people and paragraphs. I kept my attention on the feelings and senses to get a overall feel of the one moment on stage.
My final draft will be taking Raquel’s ideas of more detail to the girl’s looks. For example: accessories and hair. However I don’t want to make my story too long and never ending. I’ll make some adjustments to my cluster/dramatized descriptive paper on my computer. Sometimes new ideas will form when I write something down on paper and then it sounds better in a different way when I type it out or read it out loud. I wrote this process paper out on paper before typing this and this sentence here was made up on the spot. Not too many adjustments are made, just some extra thought to help you see the big picture.
Monday, February 8, 2010
King's Valentine's Day Gram #70
“I’m All Shook Up! Whoo ooh baby!” Christelle M. has been singing “I’m All Shook Up” all day. Why is that? Well that’s because Valentine’s Day is coming up. This one Elvis Presley fan has a few things to prepare for before sending the “King” her love. Christelle can’t just send a little valentine’s day card with just To: Elvis From: Christelle . No, Mr. Elvis Presley has to have a fantastic valentine’s gram. First she starts out with putting on Elvis’s music throughout her living room and connecting kitchen. She’s even got some white bell bottom’s on, with the wide flare pant legs. Her little beagle puppy “Smooky” was waddling with her with every step she took. When she swayed to the left and shook her hips, Smooky would pounce and jump up on her legs. Next Christelle gets out her scrap booking box filled with all kinds of tools to help her make a fantastic valentine gram. She gets out some big pink poster paper, some glue sticks, markers, scissors and a couple plastic bottles filled with metallic glitter. Before she makes the final project, she sketches out a design of how she wants the gram to look like. Nothing too extravagant but not too subtle. Her first step is to write out “You Got Me All Shook Up” in big bold red letters. Then takes a glue stick and outlines the words with the glue. Then she goes crazy with the glitter and puts it in her hands and just as “all shook up” came on, she shakes her hands and glitters her glue outline making the words pop out. Next she cuts out a little red heart and glues that to the bottom right of the poster, and signs “Your Biggest Fan~ Christelle” with a red marker. Then a thought hit her, rhinestones. She takes some red and white rhinestones out and puts a few on her name to make her signature extra snazzy. Now that the gram is done and 30 minutes have passed to make sure the poster is dry, Christelle gets out her giant manila envelope and writes out her address and the address to send the valentines gram to. After carefully placing the poster in the envelope, she places a few stamps on it. On the back of the envelope, is a small sticker of Christelle and Smooky that she had custom made just for her valentine’s gram. Hopefully her valentine’s day gram makes the “King” all shook up.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Mr.Frankenstein is my kinda guy #67
My Mr. Frankenstein would be a gentle giant. A strong knight, with broad shoulders and a sweet heart. Full of wisdom and knowledge. He walks with confidence and a long stance. The stroll he has when he walks towards me makes my heart pound fast. His broad shoulders are always there for me to lean on. His dark hair a sleek cut and a strong cheek bone. A sharp nose and beautiful hazel-honey brown eyes that entrance me when I look at him. And a great smile that makes me smile like a kid with candy. His laugh is deep and intoxicating to my ears. He’s tall and I can look up into his eyes and feel like he could sweep me off my feet. His arms are long and tapered. Just enough muscles to pick me up and spin me around like a romantic movie moment. His chest is warm with I hug and embrace him to me. He would hold me and protect me with everything he had. Sure there are times when he can be very protective but I wouldn’t have it any other way. His style is relaxed, calm and casual. He is very understanding of others. Kind of like how I am with others. He sees each side of the fence before hopping over it. Sure he may have a few bad habits of staying up a little too late, playing online “Diablo” for hours on end, and having a few extra beers in his system, but even Mr. Frankenstein isn’t perfect. His flaws make him who he is. He’s my ideal Mr. Frankenstein. You don’t even want to start on Ms. Frankenstein, she’s already shy enough and doesn’t want to see her flaws.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuk-tuk traveling #52
Over 6 million people, 50 districts and hot humid city air. In Bangkok Thailand, the transportation can be a smooth sleek convertible, to the underground bus station, or a local motor bike. All I want is to get from my house to my commercial castings. There’s too many people crowding the side of the road. To the left is the fried chicken and pork stand and a small fruit stand. A young kid from behind me runs past the stands to catch the small green bus that has way too many people to count inside. I look down and see the concrete walkway for the other 6 million residents in Bangkok Thailand. Its dry and cracked deep into the ground. The hot air at a cool 90 degrees Fahrenheit. Yeah, I know you are all thinking that I’m crazy to think that 90 degrees Fahrenheit is cool, however there are many factors into why I dislike taking a “Tuk-Tuk” as a means of transportation. “Tuk-Tuk’s” are also called “Rickshaw’s”. They are 3 wheeled motor vehicles. They aren’t used very often these days, but foreigners love to ride them. So we are still stuck with them. They aren’t so outrageous that I would not touch one, but the Tuk-Tuk is such a difficult way to travel. Especially in Thailand. Since Bangkok has over 6 million people, can you just imagine the amount of transportation that is used? Buses alone can produce so much smoke and pollution. And to sit in a “Tuk-Tuk” for just a ride down the street is intoxicating. So if you take a tuk tuk to another part of the city, u might as well suck on a tail pipe. I’ve taken tuk tuk’s only when there isn’t any other way to travel to where I need to go. There aren’t any windows to protect you from the pollution of gas and other fumes that make up the big city air. Tuk-tuk’s are also very loud. It’s like listening to a motorcycle right next to my ear, only its right in front of you. There’s very little amount of room to sit and its difficult to not hit your head on the roof railing. Not to mention there aren’t any doors or ways to keep safe in a tuk tuk. It’s a “need to if you have to” way to travel.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Kid's Dream Job #44
When I was a young girl, I wanted to do a few different things. At first, I wanted to be a veterinarian and spend the whole day at Sea World. When I found out that you had to learn about all of the animals and having to give them shots, I didn't think that would be too fun. So my dream job as a kid quickly changed considering I was only 7 or 9 when I wanted to be a veterinarian. Then I started to become a movie buff. I would watch a action movie, one with karate scenes and fighting sticks. After the movie was over, I would want to go outside and pretend I was in the movie. I would pick up a broom and spin it around and around. Yell "Hiiyah"! Right round house kick and a right left punch. I always wanted to be the awesome hero in the movie. The totally cool woman that wears the tight leather pants and tight top with the cool shades. A big hand gun and a knife sheathed in her boot. An actress was my dream job that I wanted as a girl because I would want to pretend to be an awesome hero. Everyone would think I'm fantastic! I would save the day! Protect my family! Atleast that seemed like a great job to have when I grew up. If I was an actress now, I think I would love waking up to do a mountain climbing scene and sky diving. And to get paid while doing so? Terrific! However, when I did grow up, I went in that general direction. When I was 17, I started to be in modeling. When your in the modeling business, acting roles can sometimes pass your way. I have gotten some job offers to be in a movie. Just like my dream job. However, my dream job should of been specific when I was younger. Because my dream job was in another language? Correct, my dream job was in Thai. I'm not very familiar with the Thai language so I couldn't get the chance to play the leading role of an action movie. But that's my dream job as a kid.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Angry Tiger #68
If I could embody my anger with an animal when I'm angry, it would have to be a tiger. I know that doesn't seem "Original" but that's how I feel. Usually when I'm angry, it’s because I'm very upset or hurt. A lot of my anger comes from betrayal or harsh treatment, and I feel that tigers seem to be able to hide their pain, but if you look into their eyes, you can see the turmoil. I'm not saying that tigers are depressing, no. I love tigers. However, I think that when they get mad or angry, they tend to growl really loud and scary like. And when I'm sad and angry, I want to scream or growl. Sounds odd I know. Tigers can also get very jealous, I think. And I'm not saying I am a crazy jealous, but there are times where I get a little jealous. I tend to act like a tiger would, or at least I think I do. I think tigers get very touchy and needing attention when their jealousy radar is going off. Another trait I see in tigers that is similar to me is the way they are very reclusive and distant when they are sad. I'm not entirely sure that's how tigers act, but I have a feeling that they are. If I could turn into a tiger when I was angry, would be awesome. If I was really hurt and wanted to shout, I would love to be a big powerful tiger. First I would stand up tall and my muscles would tense up. My fur would stand up, kind of like during a defensive position. And If I saw the person that made me so angry, I would growl and roar so loud. Hissing would be a definite. My face would be terrifying.
Jurutieb's First Blog
Well, good morning everyone! Well whoever is reading my first blog ever! So I'm not really sure what i should be writing for this blog, but I'll write about when I first started this blog. I wasn't really sure what I should make as my nickname on here, and thought... why not my middle name because I'm thinking that not a lot of people have "Jurutieb" as a middle name. And if you don't know this, my middle name is Jurutieb. My middle name is my mother's maiden name. She says that the name is French, however she likes to make up stories of the old days and there are just times that I'm confused if the story ever happened. I'm kind of at a lost for something to talk about so for now, I'm off! Thanks!
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