
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Blog: Free Write
A Little Bit About My Family
My parents arrived to America 25 years ago from Vietnam to give their children a better life. I have heard heroic stories about my father’s journey to America many times, and I still can’t believe the hardship he went through to give us a better life. Life in America for my parents was very tough especially since they were foreign and therefore did not know any English. Both my parents work 10 hours a day 6 days a week. Why so much? Because there’s five of us kids plus an additional 3 which belonged to my uncle; therefore they were raising 8 kids. Amazing isn’t it. Till this day, I still don’t know how they managed. All five of us are now currently attending college. I am the 2nd oldest of my siblings, and I have to admit, my parents did an amazing job raising us. With one more semester to go I will be applying to pharmacy and nursing school next semester. I will be first in my family to graduate college and I have my parents to thank for. Growing my parents encouraged my to excel in school, to be the best I can be; and today I am as far as I am because of my parents. Many of us take our parents for granted but it is important to remember that they gave us life and they help us shape who we are today. They love us unconditionally even though at times it doesn’t seem like it and when we become parents ourselves one day, we will understand.

Saturday, April 21, 2007
Blog: Free write
Tragedy Strikes Us Again
As you all know, there has been another school shooting, but this time it was at Virginia Tech University in Blacksburg Virginia. It just seems to never stop; it’s like a non-ending curse. A curse that has been haunting this nation for as long as…who knows how long. When will it all stop? If anything, it seems to be getting worse. This is now the deadliest school shooting; thirty-two victims had been shot to death by Cho Seung-Hui. When I first heard what had happened, I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. At first I thought there has been some kind of mistake, but it didn’t take long for me to finally realize what had happened. My heart just dropped, it felt so heavy. I was overwhelmed with sorrow, my heart just poured out to all the families that have lost their love ones, for every student at VT. This horrible event will forever change their life, it will forever change our lives, and it will forever have an impact on our nation. I just hope they have the strength to endure the long healing and painful journey they still have ahead of them. Thing will be tough and rough, but we must hold each other up. My prayers go out to all the victims. My heart goes out to each and every one of them.

Sunday, April 15, 2007
Blog: Free write
During work on Friday, two of my very closest friends dropped by my work at separate times and unexpectedly. Since I work at the Walgreen Pharmacy on Colfax and Race, it get incredibly busy there and there’s never really any time to just to a break and talk so for that reason I knew something was up because they never drop by my work. My first friend, Shauna that dropped by my work dropped off a pineapple drink for me and just said “you better get off on time” and left. My other friend, Nancy dropped by an hour after and quickly handed me a card and left. As I read the card, I quickly realized that it was an invitation to my ‘surprise’ birthday party that they were throwing for me. After I got off work, I went home and quickly got dressed. When I arrived at Erin’s house, everyone screamed “surprise!” I acted surprised even though I really wasn’t; I knew what was going on. To tell you the truth, I am a very hard person to surprise. The food that was at the party was amazing. Nancy baked so many sweets I felt like I was going to get sick if I didn’t stop eating. Among the stuff that she baked, she also made this flower basket out of fruit. The night ended continued at the club called The Church where everyone was just wasted. I however, was just buzz since I was still sick I tried not to drink so much. The night ended when we got kicked out of the club because Nancy was too drunk. It wasn’t the best birthday, but the only that really matters are the people that are there to celebrate my birthday and I thank them for that.
Pictures of that night as posted below
Pictures of that night as posted below
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Extra Credit assignment
Danielle Dutton and Stephanie Young
The session that I attended was about poem reading done by Danielle Dutton and Stephanie Young. Danielle was the first one to present her pieces which I thought was pretty amazing. What I though was most important and what made her stand out a lot more than Stephanie was her energy and voice. The first poem that she read was one to which she wrote in Chicago. This was a descriptive poem; it described the narrator’s surroundings such as “hills sliding from yellow to green”, “fish eating themselves in gutters” and “living in an abandoned chop house pulling weeds” allowed the audience to visualize her situation. This piece was basically about the narrators live and everything she goes through in life. The other piece she read however, was harder for me to understand it seemed to jump from one idea to another and I found myself lost most of the times. I believe one of the last pieces she read was about a crazy and paranoid woman who has a lot to tell the world. She had episode hallucination.
Stephanie Young was the second to present her piece. Her piece I thought was easier to understand, but wasn’t as lively as Danielle Dutton. Her piece was about a bitter woman who just got out of a relationship. The narrator in the poem speaks nothing else but her lover. She seems to try to make herself at times that she’s over him but really she not, but in reality she is deeply in love with him and is hurt. She wants and craves for the presence of her love. She describes the pain that he put her through as putting her in a bottle without any air for 8 hours. Then she comes into control, she speaks about how she owns him. Near the end of the piece she goes through a trance where she names everything they have ever done together such as eating ice cream together, the phone calls, drinking beer, wine, coffee, water melon juice, eating, dancing, going to Boston, going to Denmark, listening to music, reading together, taking showers together, conversations that they have had together, clothes that they have worn, places they have been such as parking lot, pools, hotel, parties, weddings, bars; she named special occasions that they have attended.
Overall, I really enjoyed the poem reading. Both girls did an amazing job and all of their pieces were very interesting to hear. I wish the session could have been longer, the one hour that they had went by really fast. I just wish I was able to have a better understand about each piece that they read.
The session that I attended was about poem reading done by Danielle Dutton and Stephanie Young. Danielle was the first one to present her pieces which I thought was pretty amazing. What I though was most important and what made her stand out a lot more than Stephanie was her energy and voice. The first poem that she read was one to which she wrote in Chicago. This was a descriptive poem; it described the narrator’s surroundings such as “hills sliding from yellow to green”, “fish eating themselves in gutters” and “living in an abandoned chop house pulling weeds” allowed the audience to visualize her situation. This piece was basically about the narrators live and everything she goes through in life. The other piece she read however, was harder for me to understand it seemed to jump from one idea to another and I found myself lost most of the times. I believe one of the last pieces she read was about a crazy and paranoid woman who has a lot to tell the world. She had episode hallucination.
Stephanie Young was the second to present her piece. Her piece I thought was easier to understand, but wasn’t as lively as Danielle Dutton. Her piece was about a bitter woman who just got out of a relationship. The narrator in the poem speaks nothing else but her lover. She seems to try to make herself at times that she’s over him but really she not, but in reality she is deeply in love with him and is hurt. She wants and craves for the presence of her love. She describes the pain that he put her through as putting her in a bottle without any air for 8 hours. Then she comes into control, she speaks about how she owns him. Near the end of the piece she goes through a trance where she names everything they have ever done together such as eating ice cream together, the phone calls, drinking beer, wine, coffee, water melon juice, eating, dancing, going to Boston, going to Denmark, listening to music, reading together, taking showers together, conversations that they have had together, clothes that they have worn, places they have been such as parking lot, pools, hotel, parties, weddings, bars; she named special occasions that they have attended.
Overall, I really enjoyed the poem reading. Both girls did an amazing job and all of their pieces were very interesting to hear. I wish the session could have been longer, the one hour that they had went by really fast. I just wish I was able to have a better understand about each piece that they read.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Blog: Adbusters


Blog: Unofficial Calvin Klein Ads Archive

Below: Commercial from Calkin Klein
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Blog: analysis of photo


Blog: Reflection on the photograph


Blog: Observation

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