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Writing Reflection

2007-05-24T02:37:00.000-07:00

When I reflect back on my writing from the very first paper to my interview, I see tremendous improvement. My goal stepping into this class was to discard my bad habits such as being too repetitive and creating better transitions within my writing. When I compare my first paper to my last paper, I see less repetition and a lot smoother and cleaner transition from one paragraph to another. My grades also reflected this as I gradually improved from one paper to another. Therefore, I believe my writing did get better from Composition class. I believe I achieved my goal from this class and I believe the elbowing helped me out a lot. Peer feedback is crucial when it comes to improving your writing. Whenever we look at our own papers, we think it’s the perfect piece and nothing more needs to be done with it because of the fact that it is our paper. However, when others look at it, they look at the paper trying to find mistakes and flaws within our writing. Through peer feedback, I was able to cut out a lot of repetition that I did not catch when I read my own paper. Therefore, the processes that we went through in Composition class also helped to improve my writing skills. The last thing that really helped me out was the blogs and notebook entries that were required. The only way to get better at writing is by writing everyday. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. I believe that through these multiple entries, my writing became smoother because of the fact that I was so accustomed to writing almost every other day. I liked the fact that we were forced to write a lot in this class and it seems to have paid off for I was able to get rid of my bad habits. Practicing writing seems to be the only way to get better at writing. Composition class has taken my writing to the next level.

BLOGS

2007-05-21T20:52:00.000-07:00

So the year has finally come to an end and it’s my time to evaluate how well the blogs worked. For me personally, at first, I thought blogs were a hassle because of the fact that it took a lot longer to write one and that we were stepping away from the conventional idea of writing in our notebooks. However, after writing a few blogs, I found that blogs were very convenient and an easy way to transfer what I was thinking quickly down into the computer. Throughout this whole process, it was really hard to start off a blog and to get an idea in my head. However, this short yet frustrating time period made me think a lot harder and made me write a lot more efficiently. In my notebooks, I am very repetitive with the words I use, the ideas, and in general, the writing is repetitive. However, with blogs, I am forced to proofread my blog and from there, I am able to delete out certain phrases and cut down on my repetition. I must say that I miss using a notebook but I do believe using the computer to transfer our thoughts down was not a bad idea. In college, I plan to continue to blog and still write thoughts down in the notebook. I believe that we must learn to live whichever way, whether it be writing on a computer or on a notebook. We must be able to adapt to our environment. As the end of my high school career is coming to an end, I must say, having this sort of change at the end of my senior year was a very fun and exciting thing to experience. I can say to all the underclassmen that it was our class that first started off with these blogs and will be able to boast about how I was part of Mr. Watson’s Composition class.

NO FINALS

2007-05-17T14:15:00.000-07:00

I have NO FINALS!!! Finally it seems as though this hectic senior year has come to a grand finale. I have no finals; I'm done with four of my classes, the only classes I have to go to is Euro at 7:30 in the morning and English at 10:30 in the morning. I do have senior sing everyday at 3:30, but I still only have 2 classes that I NEED to go to. Also, the three days reserved for academy kids to take finals is something that I don't need to worry about this year. I have NO FINALS! While everyone is studying for countless hours sitting in their rooms, I'm going to be out with my friends going to the beach being care-free until graduation comes. The only down side to this is that I have to go to school by 3:30 everyday because of senior sing. I wanted to go the beach to relax the whole day but senior sing prevents me from doing so. I believe that all second semester seniors should be excused from finals. No Punahou high school graduate would like to look back and remember finals as their last and final memory of high school. By excusing seniors of finals, the last thought of every single senior would be of Skip Day, which would have been spent with the entire class. The thought of being on the beach, having an entire day care-free, worry-free of grades, just enjoying one another’s company would be a memory worth remembering. This memory of a lifetime should be a memory that all seniors should be able to carry on with them as they walk down the aisles of Blaisdell getting ready to depart once and for all the long and hard journey of high school.

Facebook

2007-05-17T14:03:00.000-07:00

The first comment I had on Facebook was, "Your too young for facebook." When I first read that, I gave out a little giggle. I was amused at the fact that there was some truth to his comment. Facebook is a way to connect all college students with one another. In college, people come from all over the world and therefore, facebook is a good way for them to know one another before they actually attend the school. However, me being in high school and having facebook made me a little young for this creation. Presently, a lot more high school kids are signing up for facebook for they see that it is a good way to connect with the friends you have in high school and also a good way to connect with your friends that you are going to make in college, or the friends you think your going to make in college. ;) When we hear facebook, myspace also comes up into play. Facebook is a lot better than myspace and is set up a lot better than myspace. In facebook, you see what your friends are up to and what they are doing. However, in myspace, you merely look at the new pictures your friend set up, read their blogs if they have any updated blogs, take a look at their comments, listen to their music, and then you are through with them. In facebook, right when you sign in, you are directly connected to a site that tells you what every one of your friends are up to. It also lets you see the comments that were sent amongst your friends at a glance. You can also send presents to your friends for whatever reason. It's a great way to communicate amongst friends and a great way to keep up with your friend's life. When we all go away for college, we will still be able to see how they are doing and will not lose contact with them. Facebook is vital for all high school and college kids and a great way to keep friendships thriving. After all, you need friends.

Imagination

2007-05-17T13:33:00.000-07:00

Creativity is the key to imagination. Ever sit outside to lay down and stare up into the clouds? When is that last time you used your imagination? It seems as though with age, the less and less we use our imagination and the more and more we use our textbooks and logical reasoning. We never revert to the theory that things happen just because they happen. We never elude from reasoning anymore and don't believe things happen for no reason. Is this a fair trade off? It seems as though we are trading off our youth for knowledge of the present. Do we want a life full of textbook answers. What if we are looking to catch a break in this world? Wouldn't you want a time where you can look up into the clouds and be able to use your imagination and see pirates, alligators, and horses. Whenever I look up into the clouds, all I see are fluffy white clouds and nothing else. I look for shapes and figures, but I cannot decipher any of the clouds. Have I traded my soul into the world? Have I aged too fast and too abruptly? My teacher used to tell me that imagination is the key to learning. She also said that regardless of all the knowledge of the world, if you lose your imagination, the knowledge that you have is useless in this world. In this world, where we are so used to giving textbook answers, must change. We must be able to think outside of the box and our world seems to lack creativity. No one is willing to change and is willing to be different from other people. No one is willing to take a break in this fast-paced world. I dare you to go outside today and just lay down on the grass and look up into the clouds. Look up and see what the clouds look like to you? Are they merely white fluffy objects or a priates, alligator, or horse?

Thank you for Smoking

2007-04-26T03:36:00.000-07:00

I recently saw the movie, thank you for smoking. I thought it was a very unique piece. The main character made a living by talking. He was a lobbyist for cigarettes and was the most hated man on Earth. However, he was able to talk himself out of countless situations and that was how he made a living. He didn’t ever have to study this field of talking, he did not graduate college, he was not a smart kid in high school, and etc... The only thing that he could do was talk and that was what ended up being his career. If I ever had talk for a living, I think I would be homeless within a day. The way this guy is able to stir up rebuttals and the way his mind thinks is totally different than any other mind that I’ve ever met. He is able to mold arguments within the argument. Therefore, he is not fighting the direct topic, yet, he is fighting a topic that consists of the topic at hand. So, he is able to win any debate that he wants because of the fact that he structures his argument in such a way that no one can refute what he says. Through this movie I learned that you can take any talent that your really good at and put it to use in the real world. I’m sure everyone can talk but no one can talk as well as this guy. I’m sure everyone can eat, but there are a few certain chosen ones who eat better than others, and those are the people you see shoving 50 hot dogs down their throats during the 4th of July. Everyone has a special talent that they are really good at it and as long as they stick by their talent, they will be able to be successful in life and will be happy in life because of the fact that they are doing something that the love and are good at doing. Therefore, they would never get bored of it and would never be disappointed because they are they best at what they do.

birds are EVIL!

2007-04-26T03:28:00.000-07:00

You ever see a car swamped with bird doo-doo? You ever ask yourself, how does a car get drenched in that much doo-doo? The answer is simple; birds are evil and have targets that they all decide to annihilate before the day is over. Birds do not excrete their bodily fluids anywhere. They are smart animals and decide to have some fun while they are using the bathroom. When have you ever seen a bird merely make a doo-doo on the streets, distant from any object? There has never been an instance where birds used the bathroom in a human-free and object-free area. You may be wondering why you always see birds’ doo-doo on the sidewalks and the answer is simple. Those birds merely missed their targets but I’m sure another bird made up for the lack of discipline that these other birds had. It’s funny to think that birds play games while taking a doo-doo but is reality. If you really sit back and think about, they are probably as smart as humans. They are merely playing pranks on humans. They probably have wagers going on amongst each other. “The first person that gets it on that guy’s head wins.” There is never a time where a bird uses the bathroom is a totally isolated area full of nothing but grass. I’ve never seen a bird fly through Kapiolani Park and excrete their bodily fluids there. There always has to be some sort of target that these birds aim for. Otherwise, their lives would be meaningless and no fun to live. Birds are evil because of the fact that they know what they are doing and they know it is wrong. Yet, these birds continue to play this game amongst one another and refuse to stop.

M-O-M-S

2007-04-26T03:12:00.000-07:00

The alarm rings and it is 6:40 am. You take a while to think and today is A-day, you start at 9:30. Who the hell took the alarm and switched it to 6:40? You decide get a few more minutes of sleep so you turn over to resume the position that you were in when you were quietly asleep. A couple seconds flash by in your mind and all of a sudden, phones are ringing everywhere. You take a look at the clock, it is 8:50 and you take a look at your phone; “15 missed calls.” You hesitantly open the phone to see who called you and you see the last thing you ever wanted to see. You have 15 missed calls from your mom with 10 voicemails attached to it. You don’t even dare to listen to the shriek of your mom’s voice through the phone and decide to get up and start getting ready. You quickly get up, splash some water on your face, brush your teeth, put on some decent clothes, grab your contacts and blaze out of the door. Doomsday is waiting in the car. Your mom glares at you as you come blistering down the hallway. You contemplate running back home and not going to school just to avoid the confrontation that is awaiting you in the car. You decide that it will be even harder to fess up to your mom if you ditch school today. Therefore, you end up opening the car door and immediately, you feel as though you are in a movie with the ultimate surround sound package. Yells are coming from all over, bombs dropping in front, behind, on the side of you. You do not dare to look up at your mom and quietly bolster yourself up on to the seat and take the bombardment for another 15 minutes, until you arrive to school. Finally a save haven, home base, but yet, your mom does not let you leave the car. Its one hit after another, the yells are deafening and you start to lose your cool. You want to shout back but that will only lead to the heavy artillery, the nukes will start dropping left and right and destroy you into pieces within a matter of seconds. You have to hold it in until you bolt out of the car and hear the screeching of the car’s tires.

Prison Break

2007-04-25T02:38:00.000-07:00

If I could do one thing in the world, it would be to direct a movie as brilliant as prison break. The careful attention to details in this mysterious story really caught my attention. So the show is about two brothers who are trying to help one another get out of jail. One of the brothers was going to be executed within three weeks and therefore, needed to get out quick. The other brother was the designer of the prison and therefore, knows every inch of the prison. He breaks apart a certain bench to find a key that can open his cell. He has the blueprints of the whole prison imprinted on his body in the form of a large tattoo. The show keeps you on your toes at al times. You never know what to expect next and that is the type of novels I love to read, the types of television shows I can never flip the channel on, and etc… The main character in prison break honors the values that we should live by in our daily lives. He does everything in his power to get his brother out of jail, even if that means he is putting himself in harm’s way. I believe in our society now, we need a lot more people willing to sacrifice themselves for others rather than always thinking about our own needs and interests all the time. I believe prison break is a show that really emphasizes this point and shows how far a brother’s blood can carry him throughout the show.

POPPACORN

2007-04-25T02:21:00.000-07:00

When you think of the perfect combinations of food, what comes into your mind? I was watching food network with my girlfriend and the food panelists claimed that breakfast had the perfect combination of sweet maple syrup, yet the saltiness of bacon, with some sort of starch to top it all off. My initial thoughts were that I agreed with these panelists because of the fact that breakfast was truly a work of art. The perfect blend, it can’t get any better. I thought to myself, what’s the first thing that excites me when I wake up? What’s the one meal I could eat at any time of the day? BREAKFAST! However, I was immediately corrected by my girlfriend as she told me that the perfect combination of texture and taste was POPCORN. I had to pause for a moment and think about it, but eventually I was convinced that popcorn consisted of a perfect combination. It’s white, fluffy, crispy, puffy all at the same time! Name another food that is crispy, puffy, and fluffy? There is no food that comes close to the variety of textures that popcorn consists of. Secondly, we need to look at the amount of flavors and different packages that popcorn comes in. If you’re feeling fat at the movies or at home, you get the big jug of popcorn and don’t share with anyone. However, if you are constantly teased about being fat, you get lightly flavored popcorn, with a hint of butter and get the smallest jug there. The flavors range from caramel, plain, buttered, rainbow, salted, and the flavors just go on and on. You can even throw some kakimochi in there, some gummy bears, anything you want, you just throw it in there and it’ll probably work. Popcorn is America’s biggest snack for a reason. It’s simply the best.

C-O-F-F-E-E

2007-04-09T00:26:00.000-07:00

The aroma of coffee is the perfect thing to kick off your day as you lazily get off your bed to get ready for school. You wake up asking yourself, “What smells so damn good?” You rush to kitchen to see your parents drinking a cup of coffee to start off their day. You ask your parents if you can have a sip of their coffee and you bring your lips to the brim of the cup, expecting this burst of hot, sweet liquid in your mouth. However, you get exactly the opposite of what your sense predicted. You end up with a hot bitter taste in your mouth. You ask yourself if the coffee that you drank was the same thing that you smelled when you woke up. You take one more whiff of the coffee and your taste buds don’t change from the first time you woke up and smelt that sweet smell. Something that always confused me was why coffee tasted so bad, yet smelled so good. Usually, when your senses say something is good, it usually ends up turning out taste pretty good. The smell of pizza, French fries, etc… They all smell good, why does coffee not follow that trend. Vegetables on the other hand don’t give off the same sense of smell and therefore, you taste buds don’t expect much. How did people make coffee smell so good, yet taste so bad? Once I am able to answer this question, I know a lot of doors will open up in my life and I will see things in a new light. My young and naïve mind will shift and I know I will be able to figure out the mysteries of life.

Cellular phones and irony

2007-03-29T03:14:00.000-07:00

I was recently talking to my cousin the other day and catching up with one another's lives as he lives in LA and I live in Hawaii. Before he moved up, we were very close and would do a lot of things together. After he moved, we still were able to keep in touch, but not as often. Anyways, so the first topic we touched upon was which colleges he got letters from. We were blabbering on about that topic for about five minutes, when out of nowhere he says, "You know I dropped my phone in the toilet. Man, I was so pist off." You know, I tried to be all sympathetic and I swear, it crossed my mind at least once, but immediately after, it was pure pandemonium. I broke out in uncontrollable laughter for at least ten minutes and I constantly repeated how dumb I thought my cousin was. I asked him how this came to happen and he merely told me that he was going to go and use the bathroom and forgot that he had clipped his phone to his basketball pants. So, right when he lowered everything, his phone unclipped and fell right into the toilet. I thought he was the stupidest kid alive after that incident. Then, another moment came up in my mind. Not too long ago, my other friend talked of how he dropped his phone in the toilet the same way my cousin did. The only difference was that my friend sucked all the toilet water out of his phone so that his phone would not be ruined. (HAHAHAHAHA) Either way, his stupidity would not be shown any mercy. So, my cousin dragged on for another couple minutes on the phone and I started to feel a strange tinkle on the lower half of my body. This was a sign that I needed to go use the bathroom. So I wrapped things up with my cousin, which dragged on for another few minutes, and by this time, I couldn't hold it much longer. I ran to the bathroom and just as I was about to pull down my pants, I saw that my phone was clipped on to my pants. With a sigh of relief, I carefully placed the phone in my right hand and proceeded to lower my pants. Finally, my body felt as ease as I let everything out. Usually for boys, whenever they hold it in for too long, their body twitches a bit and I felt the small twitches coming along. So, with my body totally at ease, I got ready for twitches that were coming. As soon as my body started to twich, I felt the grip on my phone becoming weaker and weaker, until it was too late! The phone had dropped right in the middle of the toilet bowl and I thought to myself, wow.... THE IRONY! I felt so stupid and ashamed. I stared at my phone for a couple minutes, failing to pick it up immediately for I could not believe how dumb I was. I thought of flushing the phone down the drain but that would end up being a lot worse. Therefore, I picked it up, took out my sim card, which was not damaged at all (nice) and threw my phone away.

Falling short....

2007-03-26T20:35:00.000-07:00

Falling short… those two words seem to emulate the type of lifestyle that I’ve been living for 17 years of my life. Falling short, it is exactly what it sounds like; expectations and goals are set high but you come up a little shy of that ideal dream, of that dream you have pursued your whole life. It’s a very grim feeling. Grim… that’s not even an adequate word for falling short. It is something more than grim, there are no words to describe that feeling. Disappointment; nope that doesn’t cut it. You’ve worked so hard to get where you are, yet you fall a little shy. In life, this HAS to be the worse feeling in the world. Falling short means that you are not over the hump until that goal is finally reached, until you finally can say, “Yes I’ve done it!” Yet, how can you reach that goal when you fall short all the time. The sense of satisfaction, happiness is not achieved until that day comes where you realize how far you’ve come. No matter how hard you try, no matter how much time and effort is invested, when you fall short, it’s a very discerning feeling to know that all that work was for NOTHING. Absolutely NOTHING! You have nothing to show for what you’ve done your whole life.
The cliché words such as, “Hey, don’t worry about. You’ll get over this as time passes,” or the “Just try your best. Don’t give up.” These words are very true and the sheer disappointment does seem to vanish after time passes. Yet, for the time being, you still feel the same way; truly disappointed at yourself. I mean, it is better for people to make a conscientious effort to comfort you, yet you know that those words are meaningless and don’t change the way you think. You realize that you cannot give up and you must stay determined at all times, but yet, after a certain point, after countless disappointments, you ask yourself, “What’s the point anymore?” There comes a point in your life when you ask, why do I put up with this anymore? Quitting is always an appealing option and would be the easy way out. After a certain point, the effort you put in trying to reach that certain goal all the time drains all your energy. After a certain point, you realize that this is a feat that you cannot overcome. Trying to vanquish the memories of the pain and sorrow experienced through the sufferings of disappointment is not an easy task. Falling short has to be the hardest thing to overcome, for you cannot easily push it out of your head until later. The uneasiness that comes along with falling short does not make it any easier. The continuous thought of not being good enough sticks in the back of your mind.
However, in the midst of all this disappointment, I have learned from a certain someone that you must never beat yourself over something so materialistic and of the world. Although you fall short, you can never let that get the best of you. Overcoming adversity is something EVERYONE in this world goes through and what doesn’t break you only makes you stronger. We must always make best of the situation presented to us. We can’t feel sorry for ourselves everyday and although life may seem unfair at times, we must learn to enjoy every single minute of it. Setting expectations high to only feel more disappointment; yes it’s not a very appealing thought, but we cannot settle for any less. Getting over that hump will only feel that much better after having failed after so many tries. Falling short, just another obstacle that life presents us with, just another thing we must be able to fight through.

When will work be fun???

2007-03-14T02:42:00.000-07:00

Is there work that is actually fun? I mean honestly, is there a job that someone out there in this world genuinely loves doing. People always say I love my job, but do they really unconditionally love their job? There has to be moments where they cannot stand the thought of work. I'm currently working at a small resteraunt in Waikiki and tomorrow will be my 4th day of work. My first day of work was okay and I looked forward to the thought of getting tip at the end of the day and being paid. However, I learned that the materialistic things that come with a job cannot outweight the mental aspect of not wanting to be at work and doing manual labor usually gets the best of me. Going into my fourth day of work, I dread the thought of having to get ready to go to work and being tired the next day. I always thought that people who play sports for a living can genuinely say they love their job. For example, pro basketball players are able to play 15 years in their NBA career because they genuinely love their job right? WRONG!!! Imagine having to shoot billions and billions of jumpshots through the course of a week, and in the midst of it, putting your body through tremndous stress, causing pain in the long run to be unavoidable. So, my final conclusion is that all jobs have their consequences and no one can really say they love their job. I mean, up to some point, people are satisifed and happy with where they are now, but they will come later to realize that they could be doing so much more in life and will end up not being satisfied with their job. It's human nature to always desire more than what we have and to never be satisifed.

Second semester.. senioritis

2007-03-14T02:31:00.000-07:00

For me, senioritis is kicking in full swing. Usually, the threat of having half a grade deducted from my homework frightened me and drove me to get my homework in on time. Now that I think of it, that threat really does not affect me anymore. Being a second semester senior definetly has its priveleges. I can miss a few assignments here and there, and although my grade will be affected, the colleges that I get into will never know of those few missing homework assignments that I have. I mean, I've worked my butt off for 4 years now and I believe that ALL seniors deserve this half semester to reflect on their high school career and their memories before they move on in life and embark on a new journey to college. 4 years worth of tests, papers, notes, cycle sheets, textbooks, all nighters, cramming for final exams are all thrown out the door for that last final semester of my high school career. I believe senoiritis is something that all seniors should go through for it is a very relaxing feeling. It's a very satisfactory feeling when you see all the freshman, sophmores, and juniors working their butts off and you can earnestly say, I've been there and done that. I don't have to do that for another half a year. However, senior slump is somethign to be steer clear of. Once you are trapped in that slump, your stuck in quicksand and there is nowhere to go but down. Once you hit the slump, there is no turning back. You start failing a test here, then another test there, and before you know it.. you're working your butt off just to make C's to be able to walk during graduation. It's ironic to think that you were trying to throw a whole work load off your tray, but in the end, the slump has gotten you so far deep down, you need to work harder than you ever had in your high school career for those few weeks to pass exams, get homework and etc.. I plan to steer clear of senior slump and rather, be part of the senioritis group.

The pimpest instrument

2007-03-14T02:10:00.000-07:00

For the longest time, I thought that the pimpest (attracts the ladies) instrument to play was the guitar. You always see in movies the guy swaying the girl off her feet as he sings to her simultaneously as he plays the guitar. Therefore, I always considered the guitar the easiest way to get the ladies. I recently was inspired to write this blog when I heard Im yours by Jason Mraz. The guitar and lyrics go perfectly hand in hand. The guitar part is pretty difficult and the lyrics takes the song to the next level. The lyrics will make any girl feel special. Unforunately for me, I don't play the guitar but play the drums. Up to some extent, the drums are a pretty pimp instrument. The only thing that you can't do is sing along some really romantic song while playing the drums. The loud clatter of the drums are not too romatnic and therefore, I've never considered it a very pimp instrument. However, I was told that the thought of a guy playing a drum is very attracting in itself. So, although you cannot play a solo to sway a girl off her feet, you can beat the drum as hard as you can to make sure you are heard to that one special girl in the crowd. Through your obnoxious playing, you try to get yourself recognized and although it is not as soothing as the guitar, it still somehow attracts that special girl. So, I'm going to have to change my answer from the very first part of this blog. I believe the drums are the most pimpest instrument because of the fact that you are able to gain the attention of that special someone and because I play it... haha

?love?

2007-03-11T21:03:00.000-07:00

Love. Do I even know what that word means? According to the dictionary, the word love is defined as a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. So, it's a passionate affection for another person... Does that mean love is merely lust? Lust for one another equals love? I always wondered if there was a certain age that we were supposed to have experienced "love". It wasn't until ten months ago that my perception of love changed completely. I always thought that I was too young to love and that in college, I would truly experience what love is. I realized that love is something you cannot plan because you never know when that one special girl is going to enter your life. I didn't tell myself ten months ago that I would find the love of my life. So, what I've been able to prior experience and through everyone else's perception of love is that love is something unexplanable. You cannot plan to affiliate yourself in the game of love. The game of love and the game of lust are one total opposite sides of the spectrum. Both games cannot be played on the same court and the decision to involve yourself in the game of love and in the game of lust are two aspects of life that you need to be very cautious about. I believe through experience, we are able to distinguish between the game of love and the game of lust. I believe the game of love holds the ultimate reward at the end and I know that although it may be tough at times, love conquers all and outweighs the bad.

Storms

2007-03-06T02:26:00.000-08:00

Storms. The first thought that comes to mind is Storm, the X-men hero. She was one bad-ass. That reminds of the free-write that we wrote about when we really feel like a bad-ass. Anyways... storm is a bad-ass, and she is played by a very HOT actor, Halle Berry. When she uses her powers, she starts to look she is hallucinating and starts to create a storm. Storms, the conotation given off by a storm: scary, agile, swift, abrupt, and devestating. People are killed in storms, people are homeless because of storms. If I were a X-men hero, I wouldn't want to be storm... Her power is not that great. Wolverine, Cyclops... those two guys have some mean abilities. If I could shoot lasers out of my eyes.. WHOA!! No one would dare to mess with me. On a stormy night, hail crashing down on the roof of my car, I'm freezing, starving. I look at the back seat of my car. I saw two raw eggs.... If i was Cyclops.. BAM!! I would just bust out my laser and fry those buggas and that's dinner. Storm, all she would be able to do in a time such as that would be to fly the eggs around in the air, but she can't cook them like Cyclops can.

The "essay game"

2007-03-06T02:17:00.000-08:00

When I try to look for the ssay in the essay, I end up not finding anything. When I step back and let things hit me in the face, I always end up finding something new and interesting that I never was looking for. I recently saw the video "loose change" which described the controversy behing the September 11th attacks. I never really thought much of the incident until I saw the video. The moves give evidence that the U.S. government kept a lot of secrets after the September 11th attacks, and the video went on to say that the U.S. government set up the whole attack. This gave the U.S. government a reason to attack the terrorists and start war with them. THe video gives evidence of how the surveilance cameras of the plane crashing into the pentagon were all taken away immediately after the crash. The government was seen taking out a big blue bag after the crash. There were no body bags after the crash. The video goes on and on and really made me think, would the government do something as crazy as this? Who can I trust? I need to ponder more on this question and I will get back at you guys later on this in my later blog entries....

School lunch

2007-03-06T02:06:00.000-08:00

Does anyone remember the days when we had a public school lunch sitting in front of us for fifty cents? If I remember correctly, breakfast was only 25 cents!!! What is lunch now... $5, that's ridiculous. Public school lunches give you way more food than our lunch gives us, which is about $5 everyday. The public school lunch consists of white or chocolate milk, a sandwich, fruits and however many napkins you want. You pay with a blue coupon that your parents bought monthly for about $5. There were times when I forgot my blue coupon and those were the days I dreaded the most of all my elementary school days. I didn't have enough money to buy lunch that day so I tried sneaking off in the cafeteria and planned to sit silently until lunch was over. All I had to avoid was the strict, mean cafeteria whose main purpose in life was to make little kid's lives miserable. I looked around, avoiding her as much as I could that day. I finally let up a little and got caught up in a conversation with my friends on the lunch table. Before I knew it, a cold hand nugged at my sholder. "Where's your lunch?" she asked in her deep raspy voice. "I ate already," I repied back. "Don't lie to me. Get lunch and sit on the other table," she replied back. The other "table"... wow... the cursed words you never wanted to hear throughout your elementary school life. The "table" consisted of the rejects, smelly, dirty kids who never brought their lunch coupons. I hated sitting on that table. I always found ways to run away to recess. They could never control me, I was a wild kid. I loved school lunch back then...

blogs

2007-03-06T01:59:00.000-08:00

Blogging. This is something that I'm going to have to get used to. I am so used to writing in a notebook, this is going to be a hard process to adjust to. I'm not used to transfering my initial thoughts on the computer so I'm going to have to get used to it. I think that blogging has both its pros and cons. Lets first start with the cons... the bad ideas of blogging: you run away from the conventional idea of writing in a notebook, transferring your thoughts on paper, writing it all down. A notebook is where it all starts, not on the computer. The computer is used to finalize all yohur thoughts. Let's see... the pros of blogging: you hand doesn't work nearly as fast as your mind works. You have all these crazy ideas running through your head and wish you could just write them as they came, but your hand-writing is too slow to keep up with your mind. Typing is obviously a lot faster than writing so that is another pro. I always tend to miss a few ideas that I wanted to write down on paper, but my hand writing was way too slow to keep up with my brain speed. The most fustrating thing is when you are not able to recall that brilliant idea you had a couple of seconds ago, which sticks in the back of your mind the WHOLE day. Blogs... overall I would rather use the conventional idea of writing in my notebook, but hey, I'm open to change. New things can be good at times... We'll just see how this goes. BLOG.