1. Yes it did help me prepare for my college because I was immersed in the environment of the college and interacted with college students that would tell me the do’s and don’ts of college. It was very helpful for me because I am going to Hunter College next year, so everything college students told me could be put to use.
2. Write about a moment of great success that you experienced this year. What happened?
There were many obstacles that I faced during this semester and year, but the thing that got to me the most was laziness. I am still trying to manage that right now, it’s not also laziness but the lack of time so right now I am doing time management and working on focusing on the things I need to do.
I am proud of my exam grades because I worked hard to get a good grade, I wasn’t cramming last minute and I planned out my study days and sections well. The studying paid off because I got a grade I was satisfied with, next time I will work hard using the same methods and try to achieve a higher grade.
3. I thought Fiction Writing was a great lesson for me because it thought me methods that writer uses in order to achieve what they want the reader to feel, I think it is very important for me in the future not only in fiction writing. Many of the methods are ones that I can use outside in different methods of writing, I also learned that it is important to draft out a story and work step by step to achieve the result, so I will work hard in the future to take baby steps to achieve a complete result.
4. I took Geography and Calculus, I don’t really have a favorite this year, I feel like I should have took English 120 and Stat 113 instead because they are pre-req for nursing in Hunter. But these two classes I learned quite a lot, out of these two classes I liked Geography better because it’s a class that I could apply common sense too. Unlike Calculus which is pretty confusing to me, I had to study and review a lot in order to understand a concept.
5. More time management skills and work on completing work on time, I will need to push myself to do the homework’s that I do not want to finish.
6. I used the library a lot to study for exams because I can’t focus at home, the environment where everyone else is studying helped me drive myself to study and complete tasks. I wish I had used the Math Center more often because it was very helpful when I went to tutors and small review sessions.
7. I learned that going into college there won’t be anyone there to take care of you and urge you to finish work anymore. College and getting good grades is completely just study, study and study, most classes don’t have homework either so it’s completely dependent on listening in class and studying the textbook. This is an important lesson for me.
8. I will be attending Hunter College.
9. I will be in the medical field as a nurse, or a teacher. I am still undecided but I will finish college and have a stable job.
10. I would tell all future MHSHS students that the choices you make in your senior brings out the student you are, all the habits in HS will be more evident in Senior year than ever. So work hard to change and improve the skills that the teachers tell you to use.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
7th draft
“Ron, Honey! You have to eat your grapefruit. You haven’t been eating much at all these few months. Are you worried about the baby?” Looking down at Ron with watery eyes, Emma said again without stopping “You know it’s all going to be fine! I know my body well and the baby is doing great! Now eat your grapefruit.” She pushed the black scratched up plate closer to him as she rubbed her bloated belly carrying their baby of seven months, she shifted from one swollen foot to another as she tried to find Ron’s eyes to assure and ease him, but it was impossible because the curtain of shaggy red hair falling down from his head covering his forehead and eyes. Emma knows that he wasn’t worried about her or the baby, but she had to reassure herself. She is 27, the baby and her are healthy as a bull. She really tried everything she could to assure the health of her baby, traveling around New York for the best doctors, eating all the right foods and doing the right exercises. Emma looked at him as he shook his head, waking up from his daze and jerked his head to the side with a flick. His hair followed the motion revealing his green eyes with specks of orange, she often saw these colors on molding patches of grapefruits, her favorite fruit. Even though the similarity was disgusting, his eyes are still one of her favorite parts about him. His once blushing boyish chubby cheeks are now replaced with hallow and jutting cheekbones, and his eyes that had once always looked at her with love and lust, now looked anywhere but her.
Ron looked down at his plate to find again, the grapefruit that he had just refused to eat earlier. The bright orange and red colored fruit contrasted the dark plate that it sat on, he knows better than to eat the grapefruits that Emma gives him. ≤It had been their one-month anniversary when she had invited him to her house. Emma had given him the same horrid fruit on a white plate; it had sat just like how it’s on the black plate in front of him now. She had looked at him with expecting eyes as he stared at the orange ball of sourness on his plate,
Stepping out of the deli that he frequents, Ron’s eyes slide in and out of focus as he clutched on paper bag that contained the 3 grapefruits he bought for Emma. She always insisted on buying enough for the whole family, meaning including the baby that wasn’t even born yet. His body took the lead and walked the same path that he always took, between the high city skyscrapers. Ron’s body automatically starts to swing his arm holding the grapefruits, just like how he had always swung Emma’s hand as they walked together in the city. Ron doesn’t pay attention to anything that as he walks towards his apartment building, all of the sudden the paper bag gave out to the pull of gravity as the three grapefruits rolled all towards different directions.
They were different this time just like what George the cashier said, these were imported from a place in Florida that grow fruits organically, it doesn’t really make much difference in Ron’s taste and interest in this horrible fruit but it does look some what sweeter than
He grabbed the two closest to him and scrambled towards the last grapefruit that stopped at the edge of a crowd. Ron looked up as he picked up the last ripe grapefruit and saw a bunch of people all craning their necks to see what is above them on the roof of Ron's 28th floor apartment buidling. Even though it was a foggy day, the sun still managed to make the skies really bright, Ron squinted his eyes showing all the wrinkles near his eyes and forehead that appeared in the past few years of his marriage. Suddenly the crowd let out a gasp of horror and excitement, he scanned the area where crowd was pointing and staring to find a woman diving headfirst from top of his buidling's roof edge, her long auburn hair fanned out around her creating a halo like shape and her bright white summer dress empasized her similarity to an angel falling from Grace. Ron focused on the woman as she came closer to the ground, to find her summer dress balloned out arond her belly. Why does she look like Emma, they have the same hair color and woman looked pregnant too. Ron's knees gave out below him kneeled down on the floor, why did Emma do this? She protected and nurtured the baby like a god, why would she do that when she is due in just a few weeks? Ron shook his head as he saw the woman seconds away from closing in on the ground that will take the life of her and her baby. He did not want to see it, he wouldn't see it. Ron took the grapefruits that was still clutched in his hands and ran in the apartment building, he climbed upthree flights of stairs to door of the apartment he used to share with Emma. Ron stood in front of the beige painted apartment door with a peek hole and doorbell, his keys dangeled from his finger as he stared at the keyhole. Remembering the smell of citus Emma spray every morning that would welcome him as soon as he opened the door, the door mat where
Ron looked down at his plate to find again, the grapefruit that he had just refused to eat earlier. The bright orange and red colored fruit contrasted the dark plate that it sat on, he knows better than to eat the grapefruits that Emma gives him. ≤It had been their one-month anniversary when she had invited him to her house. Emma had given him the same horrid fruit on a white plate; it had sat just like how it’s on the black plate in front of him now. She had looked at him with expecting eyes as he stared at the orange ball of sourness on his plate,
Stepping out of the deli that he frequents, Ron’s eyes slide in and out of focus as he clutched on paper bag that contained the 3 grapefruits he bought for Emma. She always insisted on buying enough for the whole family, meaning including the baby that wasn’t even born yet. His body took the lead and walked the same path that he always took, between the high city skyscrapers. Ron’s body automatically starts to swing his arm holding the grapefruits, just like how he had always swung Emma’s hand as they walked together in the city. Ron doesn’t pay attention to anything that as he walks towards his apartment building, all of the sudden the paper bag gave out to the pull of gravity as the three grapefruits rolled all towards different directions.
They were different this time just like what George the cashier said, these were imported from a place in Florida that grow fruits organically, it doesn’t really make much difference in Ron’s taste and interest in this horrible fruit but it does look some what sweeter than
He grabbed the two closest to him and scrambled towards the last grapefruit that stopped at the edge of a crowd. Ron looked up as he picked up the last ripe grapefruit and saw a bunch of people all craning their necks to see what is above them on the roof of Ron's 28th floor apartment buidling. Even though it was a foggy day, the sun still managed to make the skies really bright, Ron squinted his eyes showing all the wrinkles near his eyes and forehead that appeared in the past few years of his marriage. Suddenly the crowd let out a gasp of horror and excitement, he scanned the area where crowd was pointing and staring to find a woman diving headfirst from top of his buidling's roof edge, her long auburn hair fanned out around her creating a halo like shape and her bright white summer dress empasized her similarity to an angel falling from Grace. Ron focused on the woman as she came closer to the ground, to find her summer dress balloned out arond her belly. Why does she look like Emma, they have the same hair color and woman looked pregnant too. Ron's knees gave out below him kneeled down on the floor, why did Emma do this? She protected and nurtured the baby like a god, why would she do that when she is due in just a few weeks? Ron shook his head as he saw the woman seconds away from closing in on the ground that will take the life of her and her baby. He did not want to see it, he wouldn't see it. Ron took the grapefruits that was still clutched in his hands and ran in the apartment building, he climbed upthree flights of stairs to door of the apartment he used to share with Emma. Ron stood in front of the beige painted apartment door with a peek hole and doorbell, his keys dangeled from his finger as he stared at the keyhole. Remembering the smell of citus Emma spray every morning that would welcome him as soon as he opened the door, the door mat where
Sunday, April 3, 2011
First Draft
Beep beep! Cars and sunny yellow taxis honk at slime and waste covered garbage truck, they are all trying to cut in front of the snail paced moving vehicle, all the no nonsense drivers of NYC always gangs up against the trucks that block the road, doesn’t matter if it is working for the city to pick up the daily garbage that people throw out. The 34 year old blue collared worker hangs off the back of the garbage truck, his rubber gloves and Timberlake shoes helps him keep a firm grip on the truck. The setting afternoon sun shines on his blue Yankee’s cap, casting a dark shadow over half his face, his eyes never showed as the honking continued.
Reaching the next corner, 43rd and Amsterdam Avenue he hops off the still slowly moving truck and reached for the nearest black garbage bag. It was no surprise to him that this bag stinks too, it is like a rotting vegetable smell that doesn’t leave the nostrils, he looks up to see Big Joe’s Meat Diner, it’s the restaurant he frequently visits with his wife. It has been her favorite for over 8 months now. Freddy the waiter knows her usual, medium rare steak with seasoned onions and fries on the side. It was a surprise to him at first when she first started to come here every weekend, because she never liked steak in the past, actually, she absolutely hated steak. She said it was like chewing on a big piece of rubber, only worse because there was always blood running off of it. He finally asked her on their third visit, why she started to come here all of the sudden. It was in the same stall that they always sat in, where she gave him the second stroke inducing moment. That she was already 4 weeks pregnant.
He lifted up the last bag of trash from the sidewalk and tossed the bag into the grinding machine, not even a flinch as the bag exploded when the machine was trying to scoop it into the inner truck space. He walked around to the front of the truck to see that the sun has finally disappeared behind the buildings that surrounded him. As he sat down on the passenger seat of the truck, he took off his Yankee’s cap and wiped the condensed sweat off of his forehead on the rolled up sleeve, he can’t wait to go home and take a long steaming shower in their crowded bathroom. It used to be his favorite place to relax after getting home from work but now it’s piled up with all the baby towels and bathtubs that it’s started to get hard to walk around the apartment sized bathroom.
His phone deep within his pockets started to vibrate, taking off his glove one finger at a time, he picked up the call after the 4th vibrate. Taking a deep breath, he said: “Hi baby, need something?”
“Sal! Thank god you picked up, I was about to freak out, I forgot to buy it at the grocery store today when I went out. Can you pick it up for me on your way home?” She said all in one breath.
“Anything for you baby, I’m about to be done already. Be home at 5.” He replied to her, giving a glance at his partner in the drivers seat after hanging up the phone..
“The usual again Sal?” His partner asked, more like stated.
Sal nodded and looked out into the darkening skies and back to his phone, which he still clutched in his hands. Not even slight surprise show on his face as the phone screen showed 23 missed calls from Emma, anyone else looking at the screen might have guessed that something really wrong happened and she was desperately trying to get to him. But this was the usual, at least from the start of her pregnancy; she has been obsessed with getting her hands on a winning lotto in order to support herself and the baby.
Flashback: Emma had always disapproved of his job, same as her family but that didn’t stop her from marrying him. She had been hopeful and still is that eventually he would give into her and her family’s constant pestering and change life goals and career, but every time this topic comes up he would say what he had always said. That he was content with the life that he has now, and have no plans on changing it. The same conversation would always continue from her family’s house all the way back to their apartment, it was during the 3rd month of her pregnancy that she finally gave up on getting Sal to change his mind, he was too stubborn and inflexible to do anything she had always thought.
So she said: “Sal, baby I’m not going to pressure you anymore on changing your job, but you should know that a baby is coming and I’m going to have to stay home for a while. I just don’t think that our family could last on the income that you are having right now.”
He replied like how he had always done: “Honey, this isn’t about the money is it? I make plenty of money to support our family and the coming baby, but your point is whether we will be living in luxury. My income comes along with health care and pension, there’s nothing else I ask for other than those.” He had hit the sore spot yet once again, but she would not admit it. Admit that she wants him to get a better job to be free to get more stuff than what they already have.
She doesn’t like walking on the sidewalks much, it was always too congested for her to get around when she was still skinny, let alone when she is now 9 months pregnant. She decided to take the short cut that she had always taken when it was during the rush hour, it was in between the building ally ways. Sal had warned her to not do it because it was unsanitary and dangerous for her and the baby, but she just cannot put up with the people that are taking their sweet time walking slow on the sidewalks, she has Mania Sidewalk Syndrome something her psychologist made up for her and most of the NYC population. The people that cannot stand slow paced walkers on the sidewalk and end up enraged at the pedestrian. She was impatient, yes, that is why she is taking the short cut. This ally way was where all the backdoors of these high rises open up to, not a pretty sight but it was manageable for her.
Emma stepped out of the ally way and looked up to see the sun starting to set over New Jersey, it was a beautiful sight to behold, but something seemed to be off about it today. And it was not the setting sun’s fault, she felt out of place as the people walking on the side walk carried her along with the flow. All of the sudden, the patch of side walk was clear in front of her, she took a step into the empty side walk and noticed that everyone was forming a circle in front of the building and craning their necks to see up on top of the 14 floor high rise. She looked up to see for her self
Reaching the next corner, 43rd and Amsterdam Avenue he hops off the still slowly moving truck and reached for the nearest black garbage bag. It was no surprise to him that this bag stinks too, it is like a rotting vegetable smell that doesn’t leave the nostrils, he looks up to see Big Joe’s Meat Diner, it’s the restaurant he frequently visits with his wife. It has been her favorite for over 8 months now. Freddy the waiter knows her usual, medium rare steak with seasoned onions and fries on the side. It was a surprise to him at first when she first started to come here every weekend, because she never liked steak in the past, actually, she absolutely hated steak. She said it was like chewing on a big piece of rubber, only worse because there was always blood running off of it. He finally asked her on their third visit, why she started to come here all of the sudden. It was in the same stall that they always sat in, where she gave him the second stroke inducing moment. That she was already 4 weeks pregnant.
He lifted up the last bag of trash from the sidewalk and tossed the bag into the grinding machine, not even a flinch as the bag exploded when the machine was trying to scoop it into the inner truck space. He walked around to the front of the truck to see that the sun has finally disappeared behind the buildings that surrounded him. As he sat down on the passenger seat of the truck, he took off his Yankee’s cap and wiped the condensed sweat off of his forehead on the rolled up sleeve, he can’t wait to go home and take a long steaming shower in their crowded bathroom. It used to be his favorite place to relax after getting home from work but now it’s piled up with all the baby towels and bathtubs that it’s started to get hard to walk around the apartment sized bathroom.
His phone deep within his pockets started to vibrate, taking off his glove one finger at a time, he picked up the call after the 4th vibrate. Taking a deep breath, he said: “Hi baby, need something?”
“Sal! Thank god you picked up, I was about to freak out, I forgot to buy it at the grocery store today when I went out. Can you pick it up for me on your way home?” She said all in one breath.
“Anything for you baby, I’m about to be done already. Be home at 5.” He replied to her, giving a glance at his partner in the drivers seat after hanging up the phone..
“The usual again Sal?” His partner asked, more like stated.
Sal nodded and looked out into the darkening skies and back to his phone, which he still clutched in his hands. Not even slight surprise show on his face as the phone screen showed 23 missed calls from Emma, anyone else looking at the screen might have guessed that something really wrong happened and she was desperately trying to get to him. But this was the usual, at least from the start of her pregnancy; she has been obsessed with getting her hands on a winning lotto in order to support herself and the baby.
Flashback: Emma had always disapproved of his job, same as her family but that didn’t stop her from marrying him. She had been hopeful and still is that eventually he would give into her and her family’s constant pestering and change life goals and career, but every time this topic comes up he would say what he had always said. That he was content with the life that he has now, and have no plans on changing it. The same conversation would always continue from her family’s house all the way back to their apartment, it was during the 3rd month of her pregnancy that she finally gave up on getting Sal to change his mind, he was too stubborn and inflexible to do anything she had always thought.
So she said: “Sal, baby I’m not going to pressure you anymore on changing your job, but you should know that a baby is coming and I’m going to have to stay home for a while. I just don’t think that our family could last on the income that you are having right now.”
He replied like how he had always done: “Honey, this isn’t about the money is it? I make plenty of money to support our family and the coming baby, but your point is whether we will be living in luxury. My income comes along with health care and pension, there’s nothing else I ask for other than those.” He had hit the sore spot yet once again, but she would not admit it. Admit that she wants him to get a better job to be free to get more stuff than what they already have.
She doesn’t like walking on the sidewalks much, it was always too congested for her to get around when she was still skinny, let alone when she is now 9 months pregnant. She decided to take the short cut that she had always taken when it was during the rush hour, it was in between the building ally ways. Sal had warned her to not do it because it was unsanitary and dangerous for her and the baby, but she just cannot put up with the people that are taking their sweet time walking slow on the sidewalks, she has Mania Sidewalk Syndrome something her psychologist made up for her and most of the NYC population. The people that cannot stand slow paced walkers on the sidewalk and end up enraged at the pedestrian. She was impatient, yes, that is why she is taking the short cut. This ally way was where all the backdoors of these high rises open up to, not a pretty sight but it was manageable for her.
Emma stepped out of the ally way and looked up to see the sun starting to set over New Jersey, it was a beautiful sight to behold, but something seemed to be off about it today. And it was not the setting sun’s fault, she felt out of place as the people walking on the side walk carried her along with the flow. All of the sudden, the patch of side walk was clear in front of her, she took a step into the empty side walk and noticed that everyone was forming a circle in front of the building and craning their necks to see up on top of the 14 floor high rise. She looked up to see for her self
Saturday, March 19, 2011
8
Racism: Her white hair frizzed from the rain and the bright African summer dress contrasted the grey skies outside, she hoisted herself up the tall bus steps, a bit too slow for him. He snaked around her body and sat down at the last seat, he refused to give up his seat even as she eyed him. “Go back there… it’s where you belong.” He mumbled under his breath, loud enough so only the two of them could hear.
Ambition: What makes me get up every morning is what keeps me up at night, but I still keep torturing myself for this reason, my next pay raise is what is going to keep me afloat for rest of this year.
Growing Old: One white hair I can pluck out, taking out ten I can manage the pain. Turning grey I can cover up, those small wrinkles I can inject. But I can’t cover it all up, I will have to stop some day.
Salvation- I entered my personal pin on the keyboard the cashier gave me, it’s not even a month yet and I need to get more from the government. I give personal thanks to the American tax payers every night for that reason.
Poverty- This had been their way of life, their kids never really felt the need of wanting anything else because they never experienced such vanities, they are as pure as a person can be grown up in this kind of environment.
Growing Up: As I scotch taped my last box for my dad to carry downstairs, I laid my eyes on the frame of my door, colorful from years of markings of my height, I run my hands over the tallest mark made just today. “Baby’s off to college!”
Wealth- It's a mystery how power stands only among the elites.
Injustice: She turned around, her back violated. She kicked the tatted up man wearing baggy jeans in the shin, his face in disbelief distracted her from seeing the man carrying a brief case sneaking away, amongst the crowd in business suit.
Evil: His bitter laughter rings out from the darkness,
Sexual deceit: Red lipstick stains on his wife beaters, worn always under his crisp white dress shirt to work. In disbelief she threw it away, along with his underwear in the garbage can he got her for their 5th wedding anniversary.
Ambition: What makes me get up every morning is what keeps me up at night, but I still keep torturing myself for this reason, my next pay raise is what is going to keep me afloat for rest of this year.
Growing Old: One white hair I can pluck out, taking out ten I can manage the pain. Turning grey I can cover up, those small wrinkles I can inject. But I can’t cover it all up, I will have to stop some day.
Salvation- I entered my personal pin on the keyboard the cashier gave me, it’s not even a month yet and I need to get more from the government. I give personal thanks to the American tax payers every night for that reason.
Poverty- This had been their way of life, their kids never really felt the need of wanting anything else because they never experienced such vanities, they are as pure as a person can be grown up in this kind of environment.
Growing Up: As I scotch taped my last box for my dad to carry downstairs, I laid my eyes on the frame of my door, colorful from years of markings of my height, I run my hands over the tallest mark made just today. “Baby’s off to college!”
Wealth- It's a mystery how power stands only among the elites.
Injustice: She turned around, her back violated. She kicked the tatted up man wearing baggy jeans in the shin, his face in disbelief distracted her from seeing the man carrying a brief case sneaking away, amongst the crowd in business suit.
Evil: His bitter laughter rings out from the darkness,
Sexual deceit: Red lipstick stains on his wife beaters, worn always under his crisp white dress shirt to work. In disbelief she threw it away, along with his underwear in the garbage can he got her for their 5th wedding anniversary.
They have been roommates for over a month now, They walked into Key Foods, the packages stacked high in the aisles blocking out way like traffic during rush hour, it is driving Sam crazy already, he cant stand messes. Jack went to the produce aisle and picked up green and molding cheese, like the pizza that is currently rotting under his sofa bed couch.
“How about this one?” he asked Jack who is glaring at the messily stacked cans.
“it’s too expensive and stinky” replied Sam.
Jack put the cheese down where he was standing, completely different aisle from where the cheese used to be. As he walked towards Sam, the cart he is pushing knocked over a whole row of breads that was neatly organized in flavors and dates. Jack hurriedly stuffed all the bread lying on the floor back onto the shelf.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows “Jack, look at this mess. How will I ever find the freshest white bread now?”
Jack looked at the white bread in his hand and tossed it to him, “here’s the one that was made two days ago, I’m sure it’s still good.”
“That is true, sometimes I can’t always get the best out of the bunch. It’s like that people too.”
“How about this one?” he asked Jack who is glaring at the messily stacked cans.
“it’s too expensive and stinky” replied Sam.
Jack put the cheese down where he was standing, completely different aisle from where the cheese used to be. As he walked towards Sam, the cart he is pushing knocked over a whole row of breads that was neatly organized in flavors and dates. Jack hurriedly stuffed all the bread lying on the floor back onto the shelf.
Sam furrowed his eyebrows “Jack, look at this mess. How will I ever find the freshest white bread now?”
Jack looked at the white bread in his hand and tossed it to him, “here’s the one that was made two days ago, I’m sure it’s still good.”
“That is true, sometimes I can’t always get the best out of the bunch. It’s like that people too.”
Saturday, March 12, 2011
6
One of the most depressing city during the winter, lightless for most of the day and for months on end. This makes Norway have one of the highest suicide rate during winter. Two figures blended in with the grey surroundings, the shadow combined so tall and prominent behind the fog.
He walked down the empty block overcastted by the tall buildings making the street even shadier, he liked it there in Norway during winter because the feeling of isolation. A figure falls head first down the high-rise, diving towards the ground; he looked up and locked eyes with the figure.
Sam looked up to see her coming towards him, it was clear that Sally was committing suicide. But she looked so at peace, they were almost at eye levels. She looked like an angel falling from grace, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.
Should he panic, and run? But Sam was sucked in by her intense eyes and by her eerie yet peaceful face, what was the meaning behind her act? He was trying understand her reasoning, for such a beautiful person to fall out of the sky in front of him.
Yes, she is the angel. She has come to take me away with her, away from this place.
One of the most depressing city during the winter, lightless for most of the day and for months on end. This makes Norway have one of the highest suicide rate during winter. Two figures blended in with the grey surroundings, the shadow combined so tall and prominent behind the fog.
He walked down the empty block overcastted by the tall buildings making the street even shadier, he liked it there in Norway during winter because the feeling of isolation. A figure falls head first down the high-rise, diving towards the ground; he looked up and locked eyes with the figure.
Sam looked up to see her coming towards him, it was clear that Sally was committing suicide. But she looked so at peace, they were almost at eye levels. She looked like an angel falling from grace, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.
Should he panic, and run? But Sam was sucked in by her intense eyes and by her eerie yet peaceful face, what was the meaning behind her act? He was trying understand her reasoning, for such a beautiful person to fall out of the sky in front of him.
Yes, she is the angel. She has come to take me away with her, away from this place.
He walked down the empty block overcastted by the tall buildings making the street even shadier, he liked it there in Norway during winter because the feeling of isolation. A figure falls head first down the high-rise, diving towards the ground; he looked up and locked eyes with the figure.
Sam looked up to see her coming towards him, it was clear that Sally was committing suicide. But she looked so at peace, they were almost at eye levels. She looked like an angel falling from grace, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.
Should he panic, and run? But Sam was sucked in by her intense eyes and by her eerie yet peaceful face, what was the meaning behind her act? He was trying understand her reasoning, for such a beautiful person to fall out of the sky in front of him.
Yes, she is the angel. She has come to take me away with her, away from this place.
One of the most depressing city during the winter, lightless for most of the day and for months on end. This makes Norway have one of the highest suicide rate during winter. Two figures blended in with the grey surroundings, the shadow combined so tall and prominent behind the fog.
He walked down the empty block overcastted by the tall buildings making the street even shadier, he liked it there in Norway during winter because the feeling of isolation. A figure falls head first down the high-rise, diving towards the ground; he looked up and locked eyes with the figure.
Sam looked up to see her coming towards him, it was clear that Sally was committing suicide. But she looked so at peace, they were almost at eye levels. She looked like an angel falling from grace, her hair fanned out around her like a halo.
Should he panic, and run? But Sam was sucked in by her intense eyes and by her eerie yet peaceful face, what was the meaning behind her act? He was trying understand her reasoning, for such a beautiful person to fall out of the sky in front of him.
Yes, she is the angel. She has come to take me away with her, away from this place.
5
Inside the house:
With my toast still hanging half out my mouth, I rushed to put on my heels. Urgh! What a horrible day, no wonder I woke up late… Then all of the sudden I heard squishing noises coming from behind the front door, I tiptoes to look out the peep hole and all I saw was a guy wear a baseball cap. He was looking around of something behind me potted plants, surely he does not know about my hidden key. I comforted myself as I picked up my shoes and lightly walked to my bedroom barricading myself in, DAMN! I left my phone in front of the door with my bag! How will I call the cops now? I panicked and went to grab my bag, as I turned around I shattered the fragile vase next to me with my long hair. All noise halted from the outside.
From Outside:
Where was her key? She usually put it under that pot, I thought to myself. She’s always on time and precise I just need to get her present laid out then get changed into my suit, she doesn’t know that she’s getting promoted yet. Hehe I thought to myself, she’s going to get the big break today at work, I got some information from her boss. Then I hear things crashing into pieces in the house. A burglary?
With my toast still hanging half out my mouth, I rushed to put on my heels. Urgh! What a horrible day, no wonder I woke up late… Then all of the sudden I heard squishing noises coming from behind the front door, I tiptoes to look out the peep hole and all I saw was a guy wear a baseball cap. He was looking around of something behind me potted plants, surely he does not know about my hidden key. I comforted myself as I picked up my shoes and lightly walked to my bedroom barricading myself in, DAMN! I left my phone in front of the door with my bag! How will I call the cops now? I panicked and went to grab my bag, as I turned around I shattered the fragile vase next to me with my long hair. All noise halted from the outside.
From Outside:
Where was her key? She usually put it under that pot, I thought to myself. She’s always on time and precise I just need to get her present laid out then get changed into my suit, she doesn’t know that she’s getting promoted yet. Hehe I thought to myself, she’s going to get the big break today at work, I got some information from her boss. Then I hear things crashing into pieces in the house. A burglary?
4
I was trying to get a nice shot of the Times Square view through my Nikon lens, but it just can’t seem to focus from all the bright lights. All of the sudden I hear something eerily sounded like a truck skidding out of control, this guy is right in the path of the truck! He seems too absorbed in his new ipad 2 games to even notice the on coming truck, he looked up last second to see the bright pink hippo party truck coming at him. The first thing he did was press submit high score, and then closed his eyes.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Group Work
First-Raychel
Second-Amy
Third-Chris Franqui
Fourth-Trista
By the lakeside of Pantanoma, a house is found. It is a two story house painted with a shade of aqua blue.
He had gone for a walk in the park with her for their 1 month anniversary. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. Packs of fluffy white clouds floated through the air.
There had been a fair going on in Evergreen Park. There had been lots of people around, crowding up the view of the park.
“Let’s go look at that one,” Caroline had said, pointing towards a tent where they were selling jewelry.
There was a collection of different kinds of jewelry. There was a variety of necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Caroline kept her gaze locked on the set of necklaces.
“Do you like the necklaces, Honey?” said Keith. Caroline stayed quiet.
“Excuse me miss! I want to buy one of each of these necklaces please!” Keith had told the lady in charge of the tent.
“You don’t have to um----” said Caroline.
“No no, I insist,” said Keith, “You deserve the best.”
The lady handed over all of the necklaces. Caroline looked through all of the necklaces. Some were pink, rose, green, yellow, and many other different colors. There was one that stood out to Caroline. It was the color of aqua blue and shaped like a heart pendant. She took it in her hands and gazed at its beauty.
“You like that one the best honey?” said Keith.
“Yes,” said Caroline. “It’s my favorite color.”
The house is in great shape, since it wasn’t built too far back. It was most likely built just a couple months back or a year at most, no more than that. The white pillars that belong to the house are one of the best traits. The pillars hold carvings of ancient figures, handmade especially from Egypt.
They had gone to Egypt once. Their church had constantly planned this annual trip to different parts of the world. This time it had been to Egypt and they really wanted to go.
When they had arrived to Egypt, they were amazed at all the architecture. It had been different than what they had normally seen.
They had seen these pillars that Egyptians built. They had been carved with many different designs, which increased their beauty.
“Wow! I love these pillars baby. They look amazing!” said Caroline.
“Yes they are very wonderful and unique honey” said Keith.
The door of the house was a unique kind of door. It contained its designs of flowers and petals.
They had taken another walk in Evergreen Park. It had been spring time, and flowers had bloomed around the park. It had been a beautiful sight of flowers and petals roaming around them. A sight they enjoyed seeing.
“Oh how I love Flowers!” screamed Caroline.
The door contained all of the designs of flowers and petals on an unusual type of canvas. It had been carved on a material similar to that find on a mirror. Every time someone would come into contact with the door, they would view their reflection.
Keith had been walking around their house. He had been looking for Caroline. She was nowhere to be found. He had searched the living room and the bathroom. He found no one.
He had then gone into the room and saw a figure standing near the wardrobe in the room. They had been looking into something, but Keith wasn’t close enough to realize what it had been.
“Caroline what are you up to? I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” he said as he got closer to her.
He finally saw that she was looking into a mirror, fixing hair and makeup. He gazed at her and how beautiful she looked doing this.
“Oh how I enjoy mirrors” Caroline said.
Inside of the house, we found a dark and empty house. The air is chilly inside the house. No one seems to be home. In the living room, however, there is a figure of a person, a woman. It’s Caroline. She’s alone in that corner. She stares outside the window she’s sitting near. It’s a view of the lakeside and the people walking by with smiles across their faces. She gazes at them with desire and longing, as if she wished to be having fun by the waterside and enjoying quality time with people, but something is blocking her from doing that.
I see him come home from work as his Buick drives up the long driveway that is lined with peach trees. He exists his black Buick with his black suitcase in hand. His black suit is unwrinkled despite an eight hour work day. My husband takes the usual twenty steps to reach the front porch where I move to open the screen door at the same time. I reach out to him for a kiss as expected but on the inside it is driving me crazy that I know he will be eating steak tonight. “Hello, honey” he says. Keith holds my hand and we walk into the foyer together and he drops his suitcase at the doorway. In the foyer, there is a grand wooden staircase leading to double doors on the second floor. Straight ahead is the kitchen, to the right, the dining room and the left was the sitting room, with the large fireplace. To think only two years ago, the area I am standing in now had been an empty room, with wooden beams still missing, and the foundation weak with age. I had fallen in love with place and the man standing by my side. I had married the man I loved and he had built me a house of my dreams. The kitchen was just fitted with plumbing and the second floor was still being built. But just like our marriage, it was incomplete. I walk past the staircase and through the kitchen door. He follows me to the kitchen and asks, “What's for dinner tonight?”
I move to the oven and remove the sweet potato pie. “Tuesday steak, of course.” He moves to the dining room while loosening his tie. I place the pie on the counter and sigh. Every frustration I had moved through me and the suffocation was lessened. I watched the wind blow through the willow tree leaves through the kitchen window and I wonder how I am going to tell him after 5 years of marriage, I want a divorce. I bring the steak into the dining room because I know he is hungry. Life is too predictable.
Caroline kicked Keith's watch, as she cleaned the room.
What a disgusting thing she thought to herself.
Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and organized. No one could be like Roberto.
He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin still left a mark on her arms, where he held her and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. His failure in bed was almost childish in a manner.
She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husband’s pillow. It was the pillow, where laid her head on, when she had told Roberto, "I love you." She had said the same thing to Keith and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith. It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. She would exchange anger for security because in the end, that was all that mannered.
Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto, a small strand of his hair from off the pillow. She deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed.
Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith, she thought. Even his name sounded disgraceful.
He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man, she was a good wife.
Leaning against the kitchen counter with my jutting hipbones, I support myself as I chopped the onions to cubicles. The smell that usually gives me tears and hiccups did not bother me even the slightest bit today. He comes up behind me, ready with his usual issue for me to wipe me tears on. Today, I just stared at his outreached arm resisting the urge to tear it out of his callused hands and pushing him into the pan full of sizzling hot oil. “Its fine honey…” I murmured to him. He eyed my dry yet bloodshot eyes, and finally resting his eyes on my hands which are clenched into fists. As he turns around to leave the room, I twisted the 6 stove knobs to high with my shaking hands, the fire disappeared replaced by leaking lethal carbon monoxide, that will fill the house within 5 minutes. I reached down to scoop up my German shepherd puppy that is cowering under the dining table, and took my blackberry phone. I looked over my shoulder to make sure all the windows are shut, I took one step out the front door fighting against my conscience, then another, unknowingly I was one block away from my house already. I looked down at my cell phone, dialed the house phone. Behind me BOOM, sirens and the smell of smoke over whelmed me. I calmed my whimpering puppy “It’s okay, don’t worry mama is here. We are going to our new house.”
Second-Amy
Third-Chris Franqui
Fourth-Trista
By the lakeside of Pantanoma, a house is found. It is a two story house painted with a shade of aqua blue.
He had gone for a walk in the park with her for their 1 month anniversary. The sky was blue and the sun was shining. Packs of fluffy white clouds floated through the air.
There had been a fair going on in Evergreen Park. There had been lots of people around, crowding up the view of the park.
“Let’s go look at that one,” Caroline had said, pointing towards a tent where they were selling jewelry.
There was a collection of different kinds of jewelry. There was a variety of necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Caroline kept her gaze locked on the set of necklaces.
“Do you like the necklaces, Honey?” said Keith. Caroline stayed quiet.
“Excuse me miss! I want to buy one of each of these necklaces please!” Keith had told the lady in charge of the tent.
“You don’t have to um----” said Caroline.
“No no, I insist,” said Keith, “You deserve the best.”
The lady handed over all of the necklaces. Caroline looked through all of the necklaces. Some were pink, rose, green, yellow, and many other different colors. There was one that stood out to Caroline. It was the color of aqua blue and shaped like a heart pendant. She took it in her hands and gazed at its beauty.
“You like that one the best honey?” said Keith.
“Yes,” said Caroline. “It’s my favorite color.”
The house is in great shape, since it wasn’t built too far back. It was most likely built just a couple months back or a year at most, no more than that. The white pillars that belong to the house are one of the best traits. The pillars hold carvings of ancient figures, handmade especially from Egypt.
They had gone to Egypt once. Their church had constantly planned this annual trip to different parts of the world. This time it had been to Egypt and they really wanted to go.
When they had arrived to Egypt, they were amazed at all the architecture. It had been different than what they had normally seen.
They had seen these pillars that Egyptians built. They had been carved with many different designs, which increased their beauty.
“Wow! I love these pillars baby. They look amazing!” said Caroline.
“Yes they are very wonderful and unique honey” said Keith.
The door of the house was a unique kind of door. It contained its designs of flowers and petals.
They had taken another walk in Evergreen Park. It had been spring time, and flowers had bloomed around the park. It had been a beautiful sight of flowers and petals roaming around them. A sight they enjoyed seeing.
“Oh how I love Flowers!” screamed Caroline.
The door contained all of the designs of flowers and petals on an unusual type of canvas. It had been carved on a material similar to that find on a mirror. Every time someone would come into contact with the door, they would view their reflection.
Keith had been walking around their house. He had been looking for Caroline. She was nowhere to be found. He had searched the living room and the bathroom. He found no one.
He had then gone into the room and saw a figure standing near the wardrobe in the room. They had been looking into something, but Keith wasn’t close enough to realize what it had been.
“Caroline what are you up to? I’ve been looking for you all over the place,” he said as he got closer to her.
He finally saw that she was looking into a mirror, fixing hair and makeup. He gazed at her and how beautiful she looked doing this.
“Oh how I enjoy mirrors” Caroline said.
Inside of the house, we found a dark and empty house. The air is chilly inside the house. No one seems to be home. In the living room, however, there is a figure of a person, a woman. It’s Caroline. She’s alone in that corner. She stares outside the window she’s sitting near. It’s a view of the lakeside and the people walking by with smiles across their faces. She gazes at them with desire and longing, as if she wished to be having fun by the waterside and enjoying quality time with people, but something is blocking her from doing that.
I see him come home from work as his Buick drives up the long driveway that is lined with peach trees. He exists his black Buick with his black suitcase in hand. His black suit is unwrinkled despite an eight hour work day. My husband takes the usual twenty steps to reach the front porch where I move to open the screen door at the same time. I reach out to him for a kiss as expected but on the inside it is driving me crazy that I know he will be eating steak tonight. “Hello, honey” he says. Keith holds my hand and we walk into the foyer together and he drops his suitcase at the doorway. In the foyer, there is a grand wooden staircase leading to double doors on the second floor. Straight ahead is the kitchen, to the right, the dining room and the left was the sitting room, with the large fireplace. To think only two years ago, the area I am standing in now had been an empty room, with wooden beams still missing, and the foundation weak with age. I had fallen in love with place and the man standing by my side. I had married the man I loved and he had built me a house of my dreams. The kitchen was just fitted with plumbing and the second floor was still being built. But just like our marriage, it was incomplete. I walk past the staircase and through the kitchen door. He follows me to the kitchen and asks, “What's for dinner tonight?”
I move to the oven and remove the sweet potato pie. “Tuesday steak, of course.” He moves to the dining room while loosening his tie. I place the pie on the counter and sigh. Every frustration I had moved through me and the suffocation was lessened. I watched the wind blow through the willow tree leaves through the kitchen window and I wonder how I am going to tell him after 5 years of marriage, I want a divorce. I bring the steak into the dining room because I know he is hungry. Life is too predictable.
Caroline kicked Keith's watch, as she cleaned the room.
What a disgusting thing she thought to herself.
Keith was such a mess. He was nothing like Roberto. Roberto was clean and organized. No one could be like Roberto.
He had taken Caroline to new heights this afternoon. His soft Ralph Lauren skin still left a mark on her arms, where he held her and made love to her. Keith could never go this far. His failure in bed was almost childish in a manner.
She folded the sheets and carefully rearranged her husband’s pillow. It was the pillow, where laid her head on, when she had told Roberto, "I love you." She had said the same thing to Keith and never meant it. She had said a lot of things to Keith and never meant it. She preferred to hide her hatred for Keith. It was better that way. She would stay with that miserable man. She would exchange anger for security because in the end, that was all that mannered.
Caroline scooped up the last vestige of Roberto, a small strand of his hair from off the pillow. She deposited the hair in the garbage can and walked back to bed. She changed into a dark velvet black robe and stretched out on the bed.
Now to be a good wife and smile at that bastard Kenneth, correction Keith, she thought. Even his name sounded disgraceful.
He wouldn't know a thing of what she and Roberto had done. Nor did he need know. Since she had stood by her man, she was a good wife.
Leaning against the kitchen counter with my jutting hipbones, I support myself as I chopped the onions to cubicles. The smell that usually gives me tears and hiccups did not bother me even the slightest bit today. He comes up behind me, ready with his usual issue for me to wipe me tears on. Today, I just stared at his outreached arm resisting the urge to tear it out of his callused hands and pushing him into the pan full of sizzling hot oil. “Its fine honey…” I murmured to him. He eyed my dry yet bloodshot eyes, and finally resting his eyes on my hands which are clenched into fists. As he turns around to leave the room, I twisted the 6 stove knobs to high with my shaking hands, the fire disappeared replaced by leaking lethal carbon monoxide, that will fill the house within 5 minutes. I reached down to scoop up my German shepherd puppy that is cowering under the dining table, and took my blackberry phone. I looked over my shoulder to make sure all the windows are shut, I took one step out the front door fighting against my conscience, then another, unknowingly I was one block away from my house already. I looked down at my cell phone, dialed the house phone. Behind me BOOM, sirens and the smell of smoke over whelmed me. I calmed my whimpering puppy “It’s okay, don’t worry mama is here. We are going to our new house.”
Sunday, February 20, 2011
flashback (draft)
Packed with men and boys in sleek black suits and silk ties, women and girls draped in trimmed animal furs and glittering heels. I waited outside shivering and down right fuming in my down jacket and jeans, Xavier yet again failed to tell me the dress code or simply state where we were going at all.
As I has stood countless times before restaurants and friend’s homes, more or less in the same situation to this, I had been always under or over dressed to my surroundings, and Xavier always had me lost in his own flow and direction of things. I always had gotten to the destination early, had waited from him. Yet he had me waiting and yearing for the moment he had cross the street or had turned that corner, he had me almost like a dog on a leash strapped to a piss covered fire hydrant. Xavier had me wagging my tail at simply the sight of him, my ‘owner’, lover, other half and finally now my ex.
No more of that Linique, I said to myself, I don’t need this, what has been blinding me all the while is now gone. The light broke through the high lying clouds and shone down on me and the side walk leading to the subway station entrance, the exit from hell, exit to this relationship, what had been, what had me, what controlled me and what led me by my neck.
As I turned on my spot, I get a glimpse of his bright red hair and pale face. The sun shrinks back into the dense clouds, leaving me frozen to my spot, the irresistible smile radiated from him and his plump lips. He had flashed me that dazzling, breath taking and devilish smile of him
As I has stood countless times before restaurants and friend’s homes, more or less in the same situation to this, I had been always under or over dressed to my surroundings, and Xavier always had me lost in his own flow and direction of things. I always had gotten to the destination early, had waited from him. Yet he had me waiting and yearing for the moment he had cross the street or had turned that corner, he had me almost like a dog on a leash strapped to a piss covered fire hydrant. Xavier had me wagging my tail at simply the sight of him, my ‘owner’, lover, other half and finally now my ex.
No more of that Linique, I said to myself, I don’t need this, what has been blinding me all the while is now gone. The light broke through the high lying clouds and shone down on me and the side walk leading to the subway station entrance, the exit from hell, exit to this relationship, what had been, what had me, what controlled me and what led me by my neck.
As I turned on my spot, I get a glimpse of his bright red hair and pale face. The sun shrinks back into the dense clouds, leaving me frozen to my spot, the irresistible smile radiated from him and his plump lips. He had flashed me that dazzling, breath taking and devilish smile of him
Slow Motion
Train closes on your face
Running from the turnstile to the train and the train door closes on your face and leaves the station.
I fumbled with my wallet on the bottom of my grey duffle bag, searching for the rough material of my sparkling wallet. My finger brush across what seems to be the bottom of my track shoes, my short, newly trimmed nails gets momentarily stuck in the crevice on the bottom of the shoe. Pulling away I final grasp my hand around my palm sized wallet, extracting the wallet from the maze of clothes, shoes and equipment in my bag. I open the clasp of my wallet; I see the uptown train across station bridge entering the station as I slid my student metro out of the credit card holder.
I slid the card in the metro card slot machine and out, already knowing that swipe was too fast, I still took a giant lunge towards the bar on my pelvis level. Well I don’t really need to catch this train, what’s the big deal I just miss first period gym anyway. Coach is just going to make me run laps, what a great warm up to the day right? My senses jolted back as the bar prevents me from entering the train station, I reached back with my right arm again and swiped my metro card again, this time making sure the screen displays Go as I pushed the turnstile with my hip.
Wiggling side ways as I tried to get my giant XL duffle bag through the turnstile, I make eye contact with that kid
Running from the turnstile to the train and the train door closes on your face and leaves the station.
I fumbled with my wallet on the bottom of my grey duffle bag, searching for the rough material of my sparkling wallet. My finger brush across what seems to be the bottom of my track shoes, my short, newly trimmed nails gets momentarily stuck in the crevice on the bottom of the shoe. Pulling away I final grasp my hand around my palm sized wallet, extracting the wallet from the maze of clothes, shoes and equipment in my bag. I open the clasp of my wallet; I see the uptown train across station bridge entering the station as I slid my student metro out of the credit card holder.
I slid the card in the metro card slot machine and out, already knowing that swipe was too fast, I still took a giant lunge towards the bar on my pelvis level. Well I don’t really need to catch this train, what’s the big deal I just miss first period gym anyway. Coach is just going to make me run laps, what a great warm up to the day right? My senses jolted back as the bar prevents me from entering the train station, I reached back with my right arm again and swiped my metro card again, this time making sure the screen displays Go as I pushed the turnstile with my hip.
Wiggling side ways as I tried to get my giant XL duffle bag through the turnstile, I make eye contact with that kid
Friday, January 28, 2011
English scene script. *LOVE*
Scene #2 Love
Person A= PIOTR
Person A’s subtext = UMAID
Person B = TRISTA
Person B’s subtext = CONNIE
Person A= Piotr: It must be (seems sympathetic)
(Person A’s subtext = UMAID: Sorry that I am late babe. I had to get something for you.)
Person B = TRISTA: Really (Pout her lips and hugs him.)
(Person B’s subtext = CONNIE: UGH! I had been waiting out here for an hour already in this freezing cold weather.)
Person A: I wonder (with a wide smile)
(Person A’s subtext: Haha! Bet she’s clueless that I remember it’s our one year anniversary of dating. Babe is totally gonna be so touched. )
Person B: You don’t suppose (smiles with her eyes)
(Person B’s subtext: Grr. Why are we still standing here? It’s freezing out here and he’s not taking me to some place warm. Is that what we are doing on our one year anniversary? He better remember today is our one year!!! )
Person A: I’ve got one (takes her hand and walks.)
(Person A’s subtext: I’m take her to the Christmas Tree at Rockerfeller center and then surprise here there)
Person B: And then of course
(Person B’s subtext: Finally he got to his sense! Hope we’re going to some expensive restaurant or I’m going home.)
-------Walks to a Tree--------
Person A: Better still (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Yes! This is it the right romantic moment! Haha!)
Person B: You are (smiles back)
(Person B’s subtext: WTF! We walked all these blocks to see a tree? )
Person A: Don’t (Holds trista’s right hand. Puts a ring on ring finger.)
(Person A’s subtext: OMG! I’m so nervous! )
Person B: Oh (Tries a little and smiles)
(Person B’s subtext: AHHH! I’m so happy right now. He does care and loves me!)
Person A: Oh (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Oh yeah! Who’s the man now?)
------ At angle, pretends kiss-----
Props: - A mini tree (for the scene @ rockerfeller center)
: -fake snow and wind. (to make it seem cold)
-trista and piotr needs to wear hats n scarves n gloves (to make it seem cold)
-TRISTA Brings a ring.: that looks elegant / diamond.
Person A= PIOTR
Person A’s subtext = UMAID
Person B = TRISTA
Person B’s subtext = CONNIE
Person A= Piotr: It must be (seems sympathetic)
(Person A’s subtext = UMAID: Sorry that I am late babe. I had to get something for you.)
Person B = TRISTA: Really (Pout her lips and hugs him.)
(Person B’s subtext = CONNIE: UGH! I had been waiting out here for an hour already in this freezing cold weather.)
Person A: I wonder (with a wide smile)
(Person A’s subtext: Haha! Bet she’s clueless that I remember it’s our one year anniversary of dating. Babe is totally gonna be so touched. )
Person B: You don’t suppose (smiles with her eyes)
(Person B’s subtext: Grr. Why are we still standing here? It’s freezing out here and he’s not taking me to some place warm. Is that what we are doing on our one year anniversary? He better remember today is our one year!!! )
Person A: I’ve got one (takes her hand and walks.)
(Person A’s subtext: I’m take her to the Christmas Tree at Rockerfeller center and then surprise here there)
Person B: And then of course
(Person B’s subtext: Finally he got to his sense! Hope we’re going to some expensive restaurant or I’m going home.)
-------Walks to a Tree--------
Person A: Better still (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Yes! This is it the right romantic moment! Haha!)
Person B: You are (smiles back)
(Person B’s subtext: WTF! We walked all these blocks to see a tree? )
Person A: Don’t (Holds trista’s right hand. Puts a ring on ring finger.)
(Person A’s subtext: OMG! I’m so nervous! )
Person B: Oh (Tries a little and smiles)
(Person B’s subtext: AHHH! I’m so happy right now. He does care and loves me!)
Person A: Oh (smirks)
(Person A’s subtext: Oh yeah! Who’s the man now?)
------ At angle, pretends kiss-----
Props: - A mini tree (for the scene @ rockerfeller center)
: -fake snow and wind. (to make it seem cold)
-trista and piotr needs to wear hats n scarves n gloves (to make it seem cold)
-TRISTA Brings a ring.: that looks elegant / diamond.
Rap Lyrics.
[connie]
Hatred manifest into pure malice
whats behind americas palace
the truth unwinds into many point of views
its up to you to decide whats true
tonight the truth will open your mind
open your eyes n show you your kind
inside the lies you begin to find
[umaid- verse 1]
iight lets go into really deep detail
show you as a country that we fail
see we drop bombs in iraq cause of the 9/11 attack
but we never really figured out who pulled the trigger
but no go ahead and draft the niggas
shoot and murder with bigger guns that kill quicker
so listen to the story of our nation
we really never see the situation
just like jersey shore we fight till we cant no more
and we enter these wars
that brings raining blood so let it pour
they sit in their chairs counting up the hours
bush was like damn is he gunna hit the towers
they abuse up theyre power but never take action
theyve created a illuminati faction,
and they say obama can somehow bring change
but thats outta range, and hes not to blame
man the only change i got is the quarter in my pocket
he said he'll close guantanomo, but he never locked it
so stop it stop it stop all this gossip
you can talk the talk but can even you walk it
i talk shit and i believe that its true
cause democracy isnt really red white and blue
[piotr]
In order to create peace, you must get ready for war
Where there is good, there has to be evil in store
so let the soldiers die, let the blood pour
lets go around killing and have a world tour
[umaid- verse 2]
see your confused
all this time cause its not a choice to choose
were forced into history, but i refuse
ima blow this shit up, light the fuse
napalm in veitnam was messed up and wrong
and were fightin the terror for way to long
i mean how hard is it to find one guy
unless he was in the CIA or FBI
or he was superman and his beard could fly
but we got spies in the sky real high too
oh wait hes hiding in a cave explains it dude
im starting to resent bush, yo get me a shoe
i can go on forever about these issues and list truth
but im brown so if i talk they list you
or enlist you for interrogation
we aint fightin for peace we fight for the nation
to take all its stuff til weve eaten up enough
and then we blame them acting tough and rough
aint that a piece of reality thats fucked up
but i guess your lucks up when your against us
trust me you must be blind to not see how they fucked me
chucked me and my religion, all because of bin laden the magical magician
a american tactician, who was sent on the mission
to do our dirty word, that the we couldnt be riskin
so they all signed a petition called the plan
to catalyze a war from Iraq to Iran
but it made no sense cause bin ladens afghan
and now im hated for believing Islam
cause if you hear tick tock, ITS A BOMB
to being searched at the airport and train station
damn yo what the hells up with this nation
im really impatient to keep up this patience
and now im dealing with the economic inflation
tell me why theres a seal on our bills from the masons
what kinda fucked up country was i placed in
no matter the terms, no matter how deep in the apple we worm
keep our words so firm, until we protest and yearn for the dead and burned
so boys and girls do you have any questions
please rate me 1-10 on my history lesson.
[Trista]
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
and i know that
someday ill play this song
and that day ill
see nothing changed for long
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
i know what ive seen
the murders in between
from the droppin of the A bomb
to a genocidal scene
we know that weve chosen
right from wrong
we stick to our choice
cause forever aint so long
and we know that
someday will play this song
and we think that day
theyll know they were wrong
they were wrong...
they were wrong....
Hatred manifest into pure malice
whats behind americas palace
the truth unwinds into many point of views
its up to you to decide whats true
tonight the truth will open your mind
open your eyes n show you your kind
inside the lies you begin to find
[umaid- verse 1]
iight lets go into really deep detail
show you as a country that we fail
see we drop bombs in iraq cause of the 9/11 attack
but we never really figured out who pulled the trigger
but no go ahead and draft the niggas
shoot and murder with bigger guns that kill quicker
so listen to the story of our nation
we really never see the situation
just like jersey shore we fight till we cant no more
and we enter these wars
that brings raining blood so let it pour
they sit in their chairs counting up the hours
bush was like damn is he gunna hit the towers
they abuse up theyre power but never take action
theyve created a illuminati faction,
and they say obama can somehow bring change
but thats outta range, and hes not to blame
man the only change i got is the quarter in my pocket
he said he'll close guantanomo, but he never locked it
so stop it stop it stop all this gossip
you can talk the talk but can even you walk it
i talk shit and i believe that its true
cause democracy isnt really red white and blue
[piotr]
In order to create peace, you must get ready for war
Where there is good, there has to be evil in store
so let the soldiers die, let the blood pour
lets go around killing and have a world tour
[umaid- verse 2]
see your confused
all this time cause its not a choice to choose
were forced into history, but i refuse
ima blow this shit up, light the fuse
napalm in veitnam was messed up and wrong
and were fightin the terror for way to long
i mean how hard is it to find one guy
unless he was in the CIA or FBI
or he was superman and his beard could fly
but we got spies in the sky real high too
oh wait hes hiding in a cave explains it dude
im starting to resent bush, yo get me a shoe
i can go on forever about these issues and list truth
but im brown so if i talk they list you
or enlist you for interrogation
we aint fightin for peace we fight for the nation
to take all its stuff til weve eaten up enough
and then we blame them acting tough and rough
aint that a piece of reality thats fucked up
but i guess your lucks up when your against us
trust me you must be blind to not see how they fucked me
chucked me and my religion, all because of bin laden the magical magician
a american tactician, who was sent on the mission
to do our dirty word, that the we couldnt be riskin
so they all signed a petition called the plan
to catalyze a war from Iraq to Iran
but it made no sense cause bin ladens afghan
and now im hated for believing Islam
cause if you hear tick tock, ITS A BOMB
to being searched at the airport and train station
damn yo what the hells up with this nation
im really impatient to keep up this patience
and now im dealing with the economic inflation
tell me why theres a seal on our bills from the masons
what kinda fucked up country was i placed in
no matter the terms, no matter how deep in the apple we worm
keep our words so firm, until we protest and yearn for the dead and burned
so boys and girls do you have any questions
please rate me 1-10 on my history lesson.
[Trista]
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
and i know that
someday ill play this song
and that day ill
see nothing changed for long
i know that ive chosen
to choose right from wrong
i know what ive seen
the murders in between
from the droppin of the A bomb
to a genocidal scene
we know that weve chosen
right from wrong
we stick to our choice
cause forever aint so long
and we know that
someday will play this song
and we think that day
theyll know they were wrong
they were wrong...
they were wrong....
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