Shoes

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Shoes, barriers between feet and ground, constantly change according to the seasons. Summer brings old navy brand sandals capable of enduring the hot UV rays, but fail at protecting sensitive skin from sun burn and cancers. It would be wise to pack sun screen and an umbrella. Speaking of umbrellas, rainy season calls for rubber fisherman boots to allow walking on water! Winter blizzards bring forth the awaited Uggs ,or preferably soft, snuggly sleeping slippers for remaining indoors. Spring is a time of shoe heaven, in a sense; almost any shoe applies if you just believe. But what about no shoes? Sensing the earth beneath the soles of our bodies, the physical connection between the earth and man. Allowing the blades of golden grass to play a whimsical game of peek-a-boo with its partner, toe gaps.

In the Middle of the Night

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How it feels so dreadful to stay awake, yet so peaceful. The sky is clear and the covers protect me against the chill of the drafty room I rest in. Not a sound is heard besides the respiration, in and out, of my lungs. The beat of my heart. The heaviness of my eyes.
The shadows seem ambiguous, but welcoming. The ceiling is sparkling due to the small light and the glitter. I sense no nightmares, or dreams for that matter, in the shadows. No whispers in the dark can be heard. All that is heard is my racing thoughts, good and bad, of my mind. The heaviness of my eyes.
Dong, dong. Dong, dong. I hear twelve of them. I still awake lie awake, weak and losing. My body finally welcomes it- the darkness of the shadows, the warmth of the covers, the constant breathing, the invitation to my mind’s adventure into dreamland.
The rings dissapear into the void of the shadows and dark, the whispers cease, fears slip away, and my eyes relent. All is silent. All is calm.
Goodnight.

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No I in Team

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Picture this: the cool waves of a blue water wave, the chants of the crowd, the face of your team when you make a goal. This is Waterpolo.
There is always a thrill out of a ball and a pool as long as there is something to shoot at. This feeling of togetherness and kinship is something shared in sports, as well as the feeling of heading into battle. The team sticks together against the opposing enemy in order to have a victory and show fear in other neighboring teams… Or something along those lines.
This thrill of the game is only just beginning. No matter what sport, keep this in mind: without togetherness, there would be no team, no we, no win. Keep the feeling alive and stay strong together.

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This photograph of the varsity boys team at sunset was taken in Livermore by yours truly.

Goals towards 2014-15

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Hello visitors to “The World Is Your Audience”!
I would like to begin by apologising to those who have been paciently waiting for my next post to be published. In reality I have been slacking off from wordpress. In addition, I wanted to go out for long bike rides around the city. Other than that, I just can’t think of a good enough reason to give besides I forgot.
This is how I plan to make up for my absence: I want to try to write something every two weeks at the very least. That way, there will be something new. In addition to the two blog posts I plan to write, I will add a personal feeling post so my feelings can show themselves. Lastly, it would be nice to make myself a bit more known. For this to work, I have to commit to what I say for this year. Well, it’s time for my challenge to begin!

Loyalty

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Sitting quietly to be sealed in a pact, a chain binds you to your master, your friend, your lover. Its gentle music of sweet golden metal being hit, resonating in the air, leaves a gentle and calming aura. The melody hypnotizing, creating a faithful servant or persons in the same faithful state of mind, body, and soul. This bond, this relationship, only shared by the two, but visible to all. The slim, golden chain, thin enough to be broken, is unbreakable by key or combination of numbers or letters. Its solidity is underestimated by its delicacy and elegance. And its weight! Light as a feather floating about the wind or a leaf blowing on a tree.
L-O-Y.A-L-T-Y.
An invisible force that holds you together like gravity holds you to the ground. Pure bliss dancing on your tastebuds parallel to the sensation of chocolate on a chocolate lover’s tongue. Its sweetness overflowing, enchanting. Lasts longer than the taste of mint gum in your mouth. It relieves like water in the desert. Satisfies your want, your need. The fresh scent of a pine forest blanketing and comforting. It captures and eliminates bad odors even better than ferbreeze. It doesnt go away in riches or in poverty,good or bad, sickness or health, ’till death do you part… Unless you break the chain.

Born To Run

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The adventure starts with a common question that always comes up …. Why do my feet hurt?

The title and the authors name are specially outlined in red just to add importance to them. The running people in the pictures are those who have learned how to run and enjoy themselves while doing it. The shadow of a runner, otherwise known as myself, is to represent those who will or are learning how to run and enjoy themselves while running. All the different backgrounds in each of the pictures demonstrates that wherever you may be, we are all born to run; Together we are running people.(pictures from http://www.chrismcdougall.com/photo.html)

The title and the authors name are specially outlined in red just to add importance to them. The running people in the pictures are those who have learned how to run and enjoy themselves while doing it. The shadow of a runner, otherwise known as myself, is to represent those who will or are learning how to run and enjoy themselves while running. All the different backgrounds in each of the pictures demonstrates that wherever you may be, we are all born to run; Together we are running people.(pictures from http://www.chrismcdougall.com/photo.html)

American author and journalist Christopher McDougall, otherwise known as el oso(the bear), goes out to seek the answer to his tragic and pathetic running skills in his notorious national bestseller, Born To Run: A Hidden Tribe, Superathletes, and the Greatest Race the World Has Never Seen.  By going on a wild goose chase into Mexico’s Copper Canons, he encounters the morbid Tarahumara running people. He not only answers this question by watching and learning from the Tarahumara’s closest acquaintance, Micha True(better known as the cadaverous white horse), but  McDougall puts  a guinea pig by putting the running techniques to the test. He races the greatest superathletes the world has never seen in the greatest ultra-run of all time.

Some of the ideas McDougal emphasizes had me thinking; running isn’t just about losing weight, competing,getting an umber tan, doing it because it’s required, etc. Running is suppose to bring people together, not tear them apart. One question that el oso stated was, how could running be fun if we all hate it? Remember what I said about the white horse running man? Caballo gives tips to el oso on how to run; “Don’t fight the trail… take what it gives you… think easy, light, smooth, and fast… make it effortless…”(111). I’ve put these lessons to the test myself and it surprised me that they actually work. Running before made me tire out too easily and I felt as if I wasn’t born to be a runner. Now, I run with a noticeable audacity that makes people look at me like I have two heads.even McDougall exclaimed to this wondrous revelation with a , “Wow!”(111). Furthermore, the “greatest race the world has never seen” in Urique, Mexico brought people like Scott, Barefoot Ted, Jen and Bonehead, McDougall,and of course, the Tarahumara, together. Again, speaking from experience from running the mile, don’t feel like I’m competing against anyone at all. I feel closer to my class and constantly support them all throuought the mile, even though I’m one of the slowest runners when everyone is running. It brings me closer to them in a way I can’t explain.

Thrilliing, unpridictable, partially ghastly and funny at the same time, I give this lofty piece of nonfiction masterpiece a full  ultramarathon mile review out of five ultra miles for the many laugh out loud moments I had in my room in the middle of the night, in spite of my minor dimentia. Reading this book; I have not only changed my view on running in general, but also in my life. To anyone and everyone, read this book. I highly recommend it.

Writing(PB)

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Our imagination runs wild. Ideas explode out of our mind and escape in an instant, forgotten and lost to the wind. It’s amazing how many good ideas we have ,but once the moment is over and your thoughts aren’t on paper, it’s forever gone.

We don’t remember. Has that ever happened to you once? You have this great idea and you know what to do and next thing you know, it’s gone? Poof. Almost no one writes down their ideas to share later on. No means of expressing themselves and their bright thoughts.

This may sound a little crazy, but to me, writing isn’t just about doing what the teachers tell you. That’s just a baseline. Real writing is who you are and what you like or want to tell. Your story. Your ideas. Your canvas.

As a good friend of mine once said, “Write because you want to not because you feel you have to”. Writing is just words untill you bring meaning to them. You bring your ideas to life by writing them down and sharing them when you feel ready. Writing should never be a have to, it’s a want to.

Everything matters, just write. The world is your audience.

My Theme to “RITS” (CRR)

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Thinking about the possible outcomes in the play A Raisin in the Sun, I could not think of a positive possibility that was secure enough to be called the end. In fact, my first thought about the book was, “How does it end? Where’s the rest of it?” Well, turns out the author, Lorraine Hansberry intended it to be that way for a reason. Thanks to this, my teacher, Ms.Kuei, has asked us what we think Hansberry is trying to convey, ending her story that way.  I believe she is trying to say that family will always go through problems, but we might never know what will really happen after the curtain goes down.

 In the end of every act, I’ve noticed it ends in a cliffhanger. Things are tense in the younger household. Mama wanted Walter, her son, to defend the unborn baby from his wife, Ruth. In return, Walter replied with nothing. Mama then exclaimed” you are a disgrace to your father’s memory. Somebody get me my hat!”(43). Man, I just can’t tell what mama’s going to do. From here, I can’t even tell if she’s going to leave and never come back. Although, I can still remember when my parents were on the verge of divorce, they held strong to each other. None of us anticipated that our family would still be together. In this case, we don’t know what will happen to the younger family.

 I know, this isn’t the ending, but if I did take a quote from the finale, my response would still be the same. There is no “real” end to this tale. The world will continue to circle the sun and turn on its axis without fail. Every problem they face won’t make time stop for them. Life will continue to move forward, even if they are bombed by the white people. Life will continue whether it’s calm or the storm.