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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.