Everyone has had hopes and dreams at one point in their life, if not more. But a lot of the time, their hopes and dreams get lost in the cynical, judgmental world we live in. If your dream is ridiculous, you’re judged. If you cannot achieve your dream, you’re judged. If you’re trying to achieve your dream, but your appearance shows you cannot live up to your dream, you’re judged. It’s so common to be judgmental about dreams that we needed a wake up call.
Susan Boyle made this call. In Britain’s Got Talent, a woman at the age of 47 walks out confidently on stage with her curly, gray hair, yellow dress and heels. With a cheeky grin, she introduced herself. Susan Boyle. Her dream? To become a professional singer, as big as Elaine Paige. Like Simon Cowell, who we all know to be honest whether it’s a bad comment or not, Amanda, Piers and all members of the audience, I was very skeptical of her dream and how much talent she could really have. I very highly doubted if she could even sing. She saw the looks on everyone’s faces, from the judges to the audience sitting in the back row. And yet, she smiled and got ready to sing. On her face, I could see the yearning to prove people wrong, to wipe all the cynicism off their faces. Her confidence came from the inside.
Finally, Simon Cowell gestured her to sing. Susan Boyle looked at the backstage crew, nodded, and they started the music. She took a breath before belting out, and when sound came out from her mouth, my jaw dropped in shock. Like the audience and the judges, everyone in class was shocked too. Amanda, one of the judges, said that the audience had been too cynical, and we needed a wake up call from the harsh judgments we make of people from their appearance.
Paul Potts has a similar story. He does not look like someone who knows he has the talent of such an amazing opera singer and he isn’t that confident. But his dream is to become an opera singer, and thus he joins Britain’s Got Talent to pursue his dream. Again, cynicism, but upon opening his mouth to belt out, everyone is proved wrong. Both Paul Potts and Susan Boyle challenged themselves to overcome everyone’s judgments and contempt of them to pursue their lifelong dream.
These videos were such an inspiration to me, as well as a wake up call that being judgmental never gives the right impression of people. You can never really have the right first impression of people if all you do is look at their appearance and decide who they are to you. On Youtube, both videos have had millions of views and comments. I think this shows what an inspiration the two have been to others and pursuing dreams.
In all senses, this links to Langston Hughes’ poem The Dream Keeper. In his poem, he says, Bring me all of your dreams. He connects it with “heart melodies.” Not only is this literal to Boyle and Potts because their dreams are to sing, but also in a more literary sense. Dreams come from the heart, singing its melodies that tell you what to pursue. The people’s cynicism is what Langston Hughes describes to be the “too-rough fingers of the world.” It’s a good representation because dreams are delicate, and if rough fingers were to break them, they would be gone; away from your grasp, too far to reach and dream of again. And thus, as his poem says, dreams need to be wrapped in “blue cloud-cloth” to be protected. Obviously, Paul Potts and Susan Boyle’s dreams have been carefully wrapped in this cloth because it has been protected for a long time from the world’s contempt.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Who Am I?
I'm Indefinably Defined
I am a chameleonOne minute brown,
A camouflage,
Unseen.
Inconspicuous.
Then a flashing,
fluorescent purple,
Ostentatious.
Standing out.
Calling attention to myself.A box of Crayola,
A vivifying intensity.
"Portrait of Jacqueline"
I’m a wave of colors,
A glittering rainbow ocean.
Creating my own ripples
turning into heavier waves,
Surging with the flow
Letting the current drag me
Back
And
forth.
I am an abstract artwork,
One of Picasso’s.
You tilt your head,
Squint your eyes,
Trying to figure me out.
As soon as you think
you understand
me,
You stand
back,
Tilt
your head
And squint
your eyes
again.
And then you see
There’s more
than meets the eye.
I am not definable
with just one adjective or noun.
Nor a verb or an adverb.
I’m not a bolded word
with its definitions
printed clear
in the dictionary.
I am the dictionary,
All the words that describe me
Filling the thick,
white pages.
The best word to describe me
Is not a best word at all.
A short word
with a long description.
Indefinably defined.
Simply complex,
Contradictory,
an oxymoron,Contradictory,
a paradox.
Just…
Me.
I picked the paintings by Pablo Picasso because it showed multi-personalities in one person. The paintings show its abstractness in a sense that every time you look at it again, you notice something new about it. I also find that it is hard to describe with just one word, and the only word to really describe it is "abstract," which doesn't really say much in the first place.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
[Draft only] Unity Between Two
How do text and image work together to create character, conflict and the theme?
In the book Fox, Ron Brooks's illustrations and Margaret Wild's story work together to give a deeper meaning, creating a bigger story. A few of the pages are just illustrations without any text on it. Even then, you are still able to read the concept of that page. In one of the first activities we did, Ms. Gonnerman covered the text on a page where Magpie was perched on Dog's back with him looking at her while he was running to create the illusion for Magpie flying. All our inferences about the text on that page were about how Dog was Magpie's wings and Magpie, Dog's blind eye. This is the beginning of their friendship. The beginning of unity.
From the beginning of the story, it is easy to tell that Dog will befriend Magpie. It starts off with Magpie slumped in a dark cave, wanting to 'melt into the blackness.' The optimistic Dog tells her to keep her head up, pointing out that he is blind in one eye but Magpie argues with him saying that it feels worse not being able to fly. How would you feel if you weren't able to run?' This question leaves Dog in silence, but he asks her to hop onto his back anyway. He takes her to a lake in the forest where there's a shallow reflection of themselves, but going deeper into it, Magpie knows she's not the same person. She died from her old self, and she's not coming back. But she chooses to stay with Dog, which is a good idea because their friendship started to have some spark as the days passed by.
But the antagonist, Fox, comes into the picture and breaks their friendship. A kink in a chain. Both Dog and Magpie stay loyal to each other, keeping the unity there.... until betrayal strikes.
In the book Fox, Ron Brooks's illustrations and Margaret Wild's story work together to give a deeper meaning, creating a bigger story. A few of the pages are just illustrations without any text on it. Even then, you are still able to read the concept of that page. In one of the first activities we did, Ms. Gonnerman covered the text on a page where Magpie was perched on Dog's back with him looking at her while he was running to create the illusion for Magpie flying. All our inferences about the text on that page were about how Dog was Magpie's wings and Magpie, Dog's blind eye. This is the beginning of their friendship. The beginning of unity.
From the beginning of the story, it is easy to tell that Dog will befriend Magpie. It starts off with Magpie slumped in a dark cave, wanting to 'melt into the blackness.' The optimistic Dog tells her to keep her head up, pointing out that he is blind in one eye but Magpie argues with him saying that it feels worse not being able to fly. How would you feel if you weren't able to run?' This question leaves Dog in silence, but he asks her to hop onto his back anyway. He takes her to a lake in the forest where there's a shallow reflection of themselves, but going deeper into it, Magpie knows she's not the same person. She died from her old self, and she's not coming back. But she chooses to stay with Dog, which is a good idea because their friendship started to have some spark as the days passed by.
But the antagonist, Fox, comes into the picture and breaks their friendship. A kink in a chain. Both Dog and Magpie stay loyal to each other, keeping the unity there.... until betrayal strikes.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Stuck in Frozenness
“A book should be an ice-axe to break the frozen sea within us.”
'How can a book be an ice axe?' I asked myself when I first read Kafka’s quote, befuddled. I kept on reading the quote over and over again. Then it occurred to me what a strong impact this simile has, how true it is. A book contains a thousand ideas, ideas that don’t exist in reality. A sea contains a thousand colorful creatures. Sometimes thunderstorms create the biggest of waves that tower above us, waiting to come crashing down and wiping everything in its path out of the way. Sometimes it’s very calm and very soothing, the constant rhythm of the waves rolling to the shore. What an exciting place it is. The image of frozen sea, almost an impossibility, except at the extremes of Earth. The things you look for, where are the thunderstorms that make us panic? Where is that constant rhythm that soothes some like a lullaby? Where are those colorful creatures that give the sea its spark? The worst part of it is that you know these things exist, but you are forced to go through life without it. Like you are inside a prison that bans life itself! The dullness of it all burdening you inside your prison, there is no way out. So the sea in its frozen state is inert.
Frozen seas are reality. I’m not one who lets myself live a life of darkness. Life is short, why be a prisoner? The only way of denying this desolation is entering the lively realm of books. There is so much potential in one person, everyone has an imagination, everyone has ideas, everyone has a sea within them. But it is frozen, because in reality there is cruelness. It paralyzes us and blinds us from all the finer things in life, and people are so used to this that no one ever tries to break free. People get stuck in this horrible frozenness that burdens us, locks us deep in a dark, dull prison for eternity. It’s so motionless that some people don’t even bother to try moving.
The frozen sea is ‘within’ us, implying that it is engraved in our soul, buried deep under the surface, the act that we put on to fit into reality. We are so occupied with our boring reality, frozen in our mundane lives, that it never really occurs to us what could really be. But the people that have the strength to break free, they are the ones that should be valued most. For they are the ones who climb higher to show their potential to create an ice-axe to break this frozen sea; the light that we need to shine on us in this darkness. They are the ones who write the books that give us the hallucination of being set free from our lifeless prisons. But if the hallucinations are powerful enough, they can be transformed into a reality. And one day, people will be set free.
-Franz Kafka
'How can a book be an ice axe?' I asked myself when I first read Kafka’s quote, befuddled. I kept on reading the quote over and over again. Then it occurred to me what a strong impact this simile has, how true it is. A book contains a thousand ideas, ideas that don’t exist in reality. A sea contains a thousand colorful creatures. Sometimes thunderstorms create the biggest of waves that tower above us, waiting to come crashing down and wiping everything in its path out of the way. Sometimes it’s very calm and very soothing, the constant rhythm of the waves rolling to the shore. What an exciting place it is. The image of frozen sea, almost an impossibility, except at the extremes of Earth. The things you look for, where are the thunderstorms that make us panic? Where is that constant rhythm that soothes some like a lullaby? Where are those colorful creatures that give the sea its spark? The worst part of it is that you know these things exist, but you are forced to go through life without it. Like you are inside a prison that bans life itself! The dullness of it all burdening you inside your prison, there is no way out. So the sea in its frozen state is inert.
Frozen seas are reality. I’m not one who lets myself live a life of darkness. Life is short, why be a prisoner? The only way of denying this desolation is entering the lively realm of books. There is so much potential in one person, everyone has an imagination, everyone has ideas, everyone has a sea within them. But it is frozen, because in reality there is cruelness. It paralyzes us and blinds us from all the finer things in life, and people are so used to this that no one ever tries to break free. People get stuck in this horrible frozenness that burdens us, locks us deep in a dark, dull prison for eternity. It’s so motionless that some people don’t even bother to try moving.
The frozen sea is ‘within’ us, implying that it is engraved in our soul, buried deep under the surface, the act that we put on to fit into reality. We are so occupied with our boring reality, frozen in our mundane lives, that it never really occurs to us what could really be. But the people that have the strength to break free, they are the ones that should be valued most. For they are the ones who climb higher to show their potential to create an ice-axe to break this frozen sea; the light that we need to shine on us in this darkness. They are the ones who write the books that give us the hallucination of being set free from our lifeless prisons. But if the hallucinations are powerful enough, they can be transformed into a reality. And one day, people will be set free.
A Rainbow in the Darkness
Books are more powerful than anything else in the world; the key to unlock our prisons. I consider myself to be lucky because it only took me twelve years to find the ice axe to break the frozen sea; I’m not gullible enough to be sucked into this illusion anymore. I appraise Stephenie Meyer for she has a well-sharpened ice axe. Her book Twilight helped me open my eyes and un-freeze my sea. It is so cleverly written that it has opened the eyes of thousands, and has made people fall in love with a fictional character, Edward Cullen. Stephenie Meyer explores so much with romance, heroes, journeys and most importantly, courage. Bella, one of the protagonists in the story, explores herself and finds out who she really is. She goes on a journey to seek the truth behind a mysterious boy, Edward Cullen. It takes courage to stay with him even after finding out he’s a vampire, and it takes more courage to love him. The ideas behind the book relate so much to teenagers’ lives; exploring one’s self, romance, idolizing people, journeys, friendships, and courage. In addition, the vocabulary is so strong it has enhanced mine more than I am able to measure. Twilight is so beautifully written, such a sharp ice axe that all the creatures of my sea are swimming, the colors are there to give the sea its spark, the rhythm a lullaby.
I am now able to imagine creatures, things, which I would not have been able to concoct before reading her book. Sometimes, in my dreamiest days, I ask myself, what if? Can we control our darker sides? Why can’t there be vampires or werewolves? But the science of it all comes in, and then I know why it can’t be. That doesn’t matter though; the beauty of it all is that I was able to consider it to be true for a moment. The book has influenced me so well, I now write differently, aware of the techniques I use in my pieces of writing. I even talk a little differently now, sometimes thinking of other words to dazzle my friends. Stephenie Meyer created a rainbow in my prison, and it shines so brightly, it grows bigger and brighter everyday until soon enough my prison will be a prison no more, and the darkness will vanish.
Thus, the picture of the rainbow over the sea symbolizes how a book alone can provide us with so much. Even though the sea is not literally frozen, it is still a dark day in which the rainbow provides so much light, so much life. The sea may not be frozen because the ice axe has chipped a little bit of it, and only the surface moves. Meaning that in this case, one may have read an interesting book and has opened his or her eyes to more possibilities but much doubt still exists. And so the person reads another book, creating a light in the darkness which may keep on setting them free from the dullness of life, until everything is moving and there is so much light, doubt does not linger anymore in the person. In the end, all it takes is a book to break the frozen sea within us. One book to make a rainbow on a dull day.
I am now able to imagine creatures, things, which I would not have been able to concoct before reading her book. Sometimes, in my dreamiest days, I ask myself, what if? Can we control our darker sides? Why can’t there be vampires or werewolves? But the science of it all comes in, and then I know why it can’t be. That doesn’t matter though; the beauty of it all is that I was able to consider it to be true for a moment. The book has influenced me so well, I now write differently, aware of the techniques I use in my pieces of writing. I even talk a little differently now, sometimes thinking of other words to dazzle my friends. Stephenie Meyer created a rainbow in my prison, and it shines so brightly, it grows bigger and brighter everyday until soon enough my prison will be a prison no more, and the darkness will vanish.
Thus, the picture of the rainbow over the sea symbolizes how a book alone can provide us with so much. Even though the sea is not literally frozen, it is still a dark day in which the rainbow provides so much light, so much life. The sea may not be frozen because the ice axe has chipped a little bit of it, and only the surface moves. Meaning that in this case, one may have read an interesting book and has opened his or her eyes to more possibilities but much doubt still exists. And so the person reads another book, creating a light in the darkness which may keep on setting them free from the dullness of life, until everything is moving and there is so much light, doubt does not linger anymore in the person. In the end, all it takes is a book to break the frozen sea within us. One book to make a rainbow on a dull day.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Wingless Angel
But as the years passed, slowly, gradually like the hour hand waiting patiently for the next hour, her hair started to become kinkier and kinkier. Her hair started to bunch up into chunky knots, and no matter how hard I tried to brush her hair, there was no hope. I was even lucky that the tiny, yellow, Tweety bird brush did not get lost in her hair. Her hair looks like a haystack, but I still like it. My nanny then helped me and suggested putting Angel’s dirty blonde and knotted hair, into a ponytail. The bunchy hair was fluffy, soft to the touch. It was comforting, the feeling of her hair alone took away my worries.
If I had not cleaned her face, her ocean blue eyes, if I had not wiped it till it shone, it would be hard to tell that her cheeks were rosy, and that the color of her skin was a gorgeous tan. Being in my closet for two years now, I expect her appearance to be near unrecognizable. But still, I would look at her like she was the most beautiful doll ever. And I bet if she was a real girl, she’d be turning heads and breaking necks.
Importance of an Angel
And why is Angel important to me? Why is this doll that has been with me since I was a baby so important to me? She’s not even as beautiful anymore, not as wonderful, not as amusing, for she does not talk anymore. No, it was not just my infantile imagination that made her talk, it was the battery and the buttons on her back that made sound come out of her little led lips.
Angel accompanied me when I had no one else to play with. I taught her the things I learned everyday in school. I read to her. She became a very important part of my life because I needed her there for me when no one else was around. Like the baby sister I never had…only better. Because unlike a real baby sister, I doubt Angel would tell my mom or dad the secrets I told her. She was anything I wanted her to be. Except a mom of course. She was my sister, my best friend, and my little baby. (Hey, I was no more than a little girl back then. Playing mom is not an unusual thing for little girls.)
She’s been with me since I was a baby. A gift from my parents. The most important people to me in the whole entire world. (Not to exclude my brother or anything, he’s also the most important person to me in the whole entire world.) And that’s why it made her even more special. Now I can’t even imagine how my early childhood years would have been without her.
Angel accompanied me when I had no one else to play with. I taught her the things I learned everyday in school. I read to her. She became a very important part of my life because I needed her there for me when no one else was around. Like the baby sister I never had…only better. Because unlike a real baby sister, I doubt Angel would tell my mom or dad the secrets I told her. She was anything I wanted her to be. Except a mom of course. She was my sister, my best friend, and my little baby. (Hey, I was no more than a little girl back then. Playing mom is not an unusual thing for little girls.)
She’s been with me since I was a baby. A gift from my parents. The most important people to me in the whole entire world. (Not to exclude my brother or anything, he’s also the most important person to me in the whole entire world.) And that’s why it made her even more special. Now I can’t even imagine how my early childhood years would have been without her.
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