"Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences."
--Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Welcome to my final blog. I used Reflective Writing and Genres in Academic Writing: Reflection to help brain storm some of the ideas to write this blog . - Cheers
Genre awareness is types of genre for writing similar to genres of movies. things like magazines, reports, essay, etc. I feel like It had changed by writing more freely, than sounding like a robot. My memoir for example, I could never use explicit language to express how I feel. Its different, I feel like for my style of writing, using explicit language tells more to the reader than explaining the situation in a paragraph. As for my final paper. I would have been ok doing an MLA style type of paper but its too formal which makes it harder for me to do. If I had no other choice, I would have gone with it. I prefer something like an op-ed paper. It is different. No work cited just sources. I would take that deal any day.
My past writing experiences were just bad. I felt like I didn’t care, and it always ended up sounding robotic. The school I went to the English teachers (7th- 11th grade) it’s what I think the teacher wants to hear even though it’s an debate or a research paper. It doesn’t matter if its my opinion or not teacher pets and or other students who agree with what the teacher’s opinions are always getting better grades. It doesn’t even matter if the writing made sense at all sometimes. Majority of the teachers I had for English wants to hear what they want to hear. It just made me hate writing. It changed here after going to this course because I felt like I can write whatever in formal or not I think I still get graded fairly. I think I still need a lot of work since I never took English seriously, which I now regret. I don’t see myself writing a book or anything in the future but maybe a vlog here and there if I get out the discomfit of the camera.
1 Comment
What's good playas? Welcome to Blog 6, if you thought Blog 5 was too depressing. I pulled a "BUT WAIT! THERE'S MOAR!" Billy Maze. Here is a alternate ending. I received some help with the readings below. I highly recommend to check them out if you're stuck on writing a counterfactual prompt. I had been practicing so much on the Nintendo 64. I felt ready to finally win a game. I messaged Jeff on AIM.
Hydo_Ken88: Game? JDMxH22: Can't, got a date. Hydo_Ken88: Date what? JDMxH22: A date with a girl. Hydo_Ken88: EWWW GIRLS HAVE COOTIES STAY AWAY JDMxH22: HAHA Maybe I will ;) Some time went by and he was rarely on the messenger anymore. He stopped showing up at my house. He became more isolated from the family. But I kept playing on the Nintendo 64 for the next couple of months, hoping he would show up. I finally got my first cell phone and decided to call him and check up on him. He sounded different, sadder. I offered to play a game with him, but he declined. So we went our own ways. The Nintendo 64 was left neglected as I lost motivation to play. Jeff was dating a girl and they seemed happy. Then one day they decided to break it off. He went downhill from there. He completely isolated himself in his room. Out of the blue, I got a call from him. "Hey, Kent it’s been a while. How have you been?" he asked. "I have been ok, just been super busy with school. Are you in a wind tunnel or something?" I asked, because the background sounded really noisy. "Oh...sorry I'm blowing leaves off from the porch," he replied slowly. "Oh...okay what's up? Do you want to play a game?" I asked. "I can't right now, I have a few errands to run, but then we can play if you want to?" he said. "Sure, but are you going to Best of the Buys!?," I replied. I was looking forward to hanging out with Jeff and possibly get my hands on a PS3. "What the fuck is the Best of the Buys?" Asked Jeff in a confused tone. Trying hard to not laugh. " Yo, I need a ride and you have you're Evo*. Its such a nice day to gap* someone." I said jokingly. "Whoa whoa whoa, what do you know about the evo?" Asked Jeff in a smug response. The response was so smug that I could hear the smile behind the phone. "According to Andy, you had it tuned to at least to 785 buff horses." I replied "Yeah yeah, why is Andy always spoilin' the build for me?" Jeff said in a disappointed tone. "He didn't spoil any build, he just said how much you were making. Comon man are we going or not? I can hear the PS3 calling my name. Also can you hurry the fuck up?? The day light is dying lets go already. We could have been there by now." I replied jokingly. "Alright, be there in 5." He replied. We finally arrived to Best Buy. we went to gaming aisle as soon as we arrived. I decided to not buy the PS3 due to the lack of games. Jeff was looking at the Xbox and decided to pick one up. We were talking about possible up coming games for consoles on the ride back to my house. He dropped me off and I asked, "The Nintendo is still hooked up. Up for a game?" Player 2 have joined the game. *Evo: referring to Jeff's highly modified Mitsubishi Evo Lancer 8. **Gap: Street race where one person is winning by at least 10 car lengths apart. For this week’s assignment, we were asked to describe an emotional scene using dialogue and symbolism. So I will be talking about my relationship with my cousin and how it was like the Nintendo 64. I used My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou) as inspiration. I encourage you to check them out! It was a humid summer night in 2005. I was so happy that I could stay up until 10 PM playing video games, especially on the Nintendo 64. It was my first video game console and it was a gift from my older cousin, Jeff. Almost every weekend, my cousin would stop by the house to play video games with me.
My younger sister was using my computer and was blaring that one Fall Out Boy song “Sugar, We're Going Down” for like the 800th time. I got tired of listening to it, so I started to set up the Nintendo 64. I blew the cartridge and clicked the power button. At the same time, the front door swung open and Jeff stopped in. "Hey Jeff,” my sister and I said in unison. "Ouu, did I hear 007 Golden Eye click in?" he shouted across the living room with a grin. "Yes, how did you know!?" I said, surprised that he knew what game I had just put in. "Are you guys going to play a game?" asked my sister with an annoyed expression. "I guess we are," I replied. She then rushed off to her room. "We're going daadaa wenewene around cause sugar we're going down swimming I'll be ur wababababa bullet," I sang to my sister’s music as I plugged in the second controller. "You're stupid,” Jeff said as he was trying to hold in his laugh. "No you," I replied. "You still can't beat me, and you never will. Why are you doing this to yourself?" he replied with a smirk. "We will see," I replied. Then we started playing and a few hours went by. Finally, I slammed my controller down after losing again and again. "No more. I can't do it anymore," I said quietly. Jeff was laughing hysterically while I felt utterly defeated. He headed out for the night. One week later, I saw Jeff online on AIM instant chat. Hydo_Ken88: Game? JDMxH22: Be there in 15. He came over to play and the same thing happened. A few hours went by and I slammed my controller down. "No more, no more," I said. Then another week went by. I had been practicing so much on the Nintendo 64. I felt ready to finally win a game. I messaged Jeff on AIM once more. Hydo_Ken88: Game? JDMxH22: Can't, got a date. Hydo_Ken88: Date what? JDMxH22: A date with a girl. Hydo_Ken88: EWWW GIRLS HAVE COOTIES STAY AWAY JDMxH22: HAHA Maybe I will ;) Some time went by and he was rarely on the messenger anymore. He stopped showing up at my house. He became more isolated from the family. But I kept playing on the Nintendo 64 for the next couple of months, hoping he would show up. I finally got my first cell phone and decided to call him and check up on him. He sounded different, sadder. I offered to play a game with him, but he declined. So we went our own ways. The Nintendo 64 was left neglected as I lost motivation to play. Jeff was dating a girl and they seemed happy. Then one day they decided to break it off. He went downhill from there. He completely isolated himself in his room. Out of the blue, I got a call from him. "Hey, Kent it’s been a while. How have you been?" he asked. "I have been ok, just been super busy with school. Are you in a wind tunnel or something?" I asked, because the background sounded really noisy. "Oh...sorry I'm blowing leaves off from the porch," he replied slowly. "Oh...okay what's up? Do you want to play a game?" I asked. "I can't right now, I have a few errands to run, but then we can play if you want to?" he said. "Sure, I'll be online. I'll be waiting," I replied. I was looking forward to getting back to the Nintendo 64 again and hanging out with Jeff. Unfortunately, later that night I found out from my aunt that she had found Jeff in the garage. He had inhaled a lot of exhaust gas and passed away. On the day of the funeral, he was cremated with his favorite stuff, including the Nintendo he gave me. Player 2 have left the game. Now, this is a story all about how I got my life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute. Just sit right there, I'll tell you how I created my own scene for a writers’ discussion about the writing process. The quotes were taken from these readings below. In west Philadelphia bored and laze on the playground was where I spent most of my days chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all stressin' outside of the school
When a couple of people out in a distance who were in too deep in conversation. ... "So try learning how to cut out the dull parts! " exclaimed one of the females. For some odd reason the female who just shouted looked familiar. A quick google search later, found out that she was the American Poet Mary Karr. Went back to my own business trying to think about what to write. ...... "To be a teacher of a process such as this takes qualities too few of us have, but which most of us can develop. We have to be quiet, to listen, to respond. We are not the initiator or the motivator; we are the reader, the recipient! " Shouted by a man in thick glasses and a sweater. Those words rang in my ears for a minute. Another searched with that line in mind and it turns out to be none other than Don Murray. I moved closer to the group. While moving I over heard the other lady say: "I know some very great writers, writers you love who write beautifully and have made a great deal of money, and not one of them sits down routinely feeling wildly enthusiastic and confident. " Those line stuck with me. As I was moving I searched the line that was just said and the search results turns out to be the American Novelist, Anne Lamott. They started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got caught listening in. I got scared. They are looking at me with blank expressions. I had to break the silent barrier between us. "Hey, I was listening in on you guys because I was stressing about the writing process and I was trying to get inspri-" gets cut off by Don. "The writing process itself can be divided into three stages: prewriting, writing, and rewriting. " I feel like I had a confused look on my face and I slowly nod as if I know what he is talking about. A glare strikes Don's glasses. He proceeds to adjust his glasses and calmly spoke. "When you give him an assignment you tell him what to say and how to say it, and thereby cheat your student of the opportunity to learn the process of discovery we call writing." Nodding with agreement Anne added: "Now, practically even better news than that of short assignments is the idea of shitty first drafts. All good writers write them. This is how they end up with good second drafts and terrific third drafts." As I took out my notepad to take some notes down. Mary was nodding her head approvingly and added: "For me, the last 20 percent of a book’s improvement takes 95 percent of the effort—all in the editing." "I see. I see. I feel like that's a good advice!" I said with a glimmer of hope in my eyes. "Thank you so much! I now have an idea on what I should be writing about." I said in a joyful tone. As I backed away from the group Mary added "Remind yourself that revising proves your care for the reader and the nature of your ambition. " I smiled nodded my head. As I started to walk off Anne added "Very few writers really know what they are doing until they’ve done it." Feeling good I put my Dre beats on and said, 'I might as well kick it' Brainstorming on the way home I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth I looked at my kingdom I was finally there For this post. I read A Fable for the Living by Kevin Brockmeier. One of the themes of is the importance of communication and expressing your ups and downs, especially through writing. The story talks about writing to loved ones who have passed away not only as a way to communicate with other people but also as a way to check in with ourselves. This reminds me of my letter to my author-self. In this letter, I am trying to confront my feelings and why I feel stuck and to motivate myself. Yo Kidd,
It's been a minute hasn't?.. Why do you continue to repress me? You shouldn't hold me back.. Let me out again PLeASe! There is so much to say... I understand there are days where you do not feel like doing anything because you are tired and you feel like you are stuck in a stuck in a routine. All you do is work, eat and sleep and it repeats day after day. Tired of looking at you like this. It's wearing on me.. look at you... back then you had so much to say before. It felt great, didn't it? Writing whatever you want.. You haven't written since.. When was it? Sixth grade? Are you really going to let a teacher end your career like that? You're like a pilot whose plane is being controlled by autopilot. Sometimes I feel like you do not realize the task is already completed... This is autopilot of yours is toxic. You get forgetful of who you are sometimes.. LET ME OUT! The problem is that you keep making excuses for yourself... I have to earn money, feed myself, and go to sleep, etc. "If I do not do anything, then nothing would get done and it would be a huge waste of time". You keep telling yourself that.. tired of it bro. And things like "No progress would be made on anything. I would be stuck even more and time will not wait for anyone". All these sayings are not helping you. You are being clouded... FREE ME... I can help you find motivation. If you keep making excuses for yourself you will never get anywhere. If you let me out I can improve your skills.. Let me help you learn and gain new knowledge. That is why you're going to back to school isn't it? Later in life, it could open new opportunities. TRUST ME.. Knowing all this gives me hope and fulfillment if you let me out... I can accomplish a lot if you let me out.. Hopefully, you can hear me... Let me be an inspiration and pass on my values and knowledge. RELEASE ME.. I know I CAN HELP YOU SUCCEED. I am going to offer these three steps to connect myself with you. First, you should definitely start a journal and write in it every day and check in with me every month at least.. Second, you should practice mindfulness by being present in the moment and being aware of your feelings throughout the day. Finally, you need to encourage yourself and keep yourself from feeling stuck in a routine or on autopilot, start saying something positive to yourself every day and remind yourself what you are doing. Hopefully, these steps will let you interact more with me and keep me and keep you motivated. Best of Luck, Kent Chow For this post I read the following text to frame my writing
2. Spatial- it is super important to have some sort of space so the visitor do not get overwhelmed with ads, texts, pop ups, etc. 3. Linguistic- The author needs to know who and what they're writing for. Formal or just plan explicit. Also professionalism plays a role if the site is made for a job. 4. Aural- If the site have some audio it would be best to have it clear. otherwise don't put the audio in if it is going to make some ears bleed. 5. Gestural- Unless the site is only intended for mobile devices this should be first.
2. Contrast- The visitor needs to know when to move on. If everything looks the same on the website it would make the visitor harder to move on to the next page or just lose interest because its just boring to look at. 3. Proximity- if everything is laid out and organized it would make the visitor easier to navigate though the web page. 4. Repetition- In some cases its good. But If it all looks the same the reader might not remember where to go back to if they need to reference something
In this post. I responded to the The Proust Questionnaire 1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Is that even a thing? I am really not sure. 2. What is your greatest fear? Regret, if i regret every decision I make I wouldn't be anywhere in life. 3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Shyness 4. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Judgment, I don't understand why people do it. Everyone goes through a lot at one point in their life that possible change them. Yet people just still judge without knowledge. I hate to admit it but sometimes I do it. 5. Which living person do you most admire? Aside from family, probably offset from Migos. 6. What is your greatest extravagance? Video Games. Even though I do not play them all. I still buy them. 7. What is your current state of mind? My current state of mind: Lost. 8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue? Encouragement because majority of the time people who encourage others to do what’s right for the other person. They themselves do not do it. 9. On what occasion do you lie? When I stole in my younger days. 10. What do you most dislike about your appearance? My posture. It’s horrible. 11. Which living person do you most despise? No one. 12. What is the quality you most like in a man? Tenacity 13. What is the quality you most like in a woman? Patience 14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse? Sorry Thank you What even…? F*ck Sh*t They had one job.....and they didn't even do it right. Any more I would be an action figure. 15. What or who is the greatest love of your life? My grandmother, without her teachings from right and wrong. I would be a completely different person. 16. When and where were you happiest? Asleep. Maybe. 17. Which talent would you most like to have? The ability to read people’s emotion or body signs. Like that show hot 2009 show Lie to me. 18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? To be more positive and have a better posture. 19. What do you consider your greatest achievement? I was nicknamed Juan Throw for the night when I landed a pencil in a cup from 30 feet away at a birthday party. I take that W any day even if it only happened once. 20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be? A android that would be so sick. 21. Where would you most like to live? Somewhere in Montana. I heard its nice there. 22. What is your most treasured possession? The tools I got from my cousin. I got to where I am now because of him. 23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery? I would just take a sip of that Henny and just play some video games. 24. What is your favorite occupation? When I worked at the catering company. Free food every time. 25. What is your most marked characteristic? My kindness 26. What do you most value in your friends? Loyalty 27. Who are your favorite writers? Do not have one. Was not a reader. Nor do I follow up on authors. But definitely not the person who wrote twilight. 28. Who is your hero of fiction? Saitama from One Punch Man 29. Which historical figure do you most identify with? Did not follow history. I wouldn't know. 30. Who are your heroes in real life? My parents, they deal with so much because of me I am forever in their debt. 31. What are your favorite names? Not sure. Titan sound cool though. 32. What is it that you most dislike? Okra. Why do they even exist? 33. What is your greatest regret? None, if I did have regrets I wouldn’t be here right now. 34. How would you like to die? I want to be eating dim sum and drinking bubble tea. Like a last meal sort of thing. At least when I die, I pass away with a full stomach. 35. What is your motto? “Buff horses” - James from Donut Media. It just resonates. Not sure why. |
Kent ChowOut here trying to make meaning. Archives
April 2020
Categories
All
|