Entry 7 Oct. 12, 2007
You create landscape by having a vivid imagination. You see more things and experience more. When you want to escape, imagine where you would want to escape to. Think of every last detail. Write it all down. You can start by describing everything that you see in one room. Then move up to a dream house. Or describe a dream you had. The settings are often out there.
Entry 8 Oct. 12, 2007
It’s night time in the forest. It was a small cabin. It was in all one room, except the washroom. There was a fireplace lit up. It was rustic and the lighting was dim. The kitchen was off in the corner. A little furniture was there. A wooden dinner table was two chairs. A old couch across from the fireplace with a coffee table in front. A small used rug was laid out. A bed for two was across from the kitchen. There was a cozy feeling for the cabin for two.
Entry 9 Oct. 19
Entry: Suggestions from Kathie
Stay objective in a subjective world. Help us stay with integrity, values, purpose or beings. Help us get to know ourselves. Life becomes interesting when you’re aware. Connects us to what we are. Write about our dreams, gain insight.
“How would I love to spend my time doing? “I want…” “I can….” Release letters “let it go.”
Describe your house:
My house has a front yard. Green grass, some flowers, big rocks and these broke tiles around it. Gray cement pathway. Large steps to the front door and two large windows. In the backyard, there is green grass, a picnic table, barbecue, two car garage, some flowers, garbage cans. Inside the house there are six bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a basement. A makeshift office is made with two computers and two desks.
Entry: The strangeness of love (Gowdy)
The strangeness of love is that the narrator in Gowdy’s story is a necrophile. Her boyfriend Matt killed himself so that he will be truly loved by her. She only used to have sex and fall in love with only dead people until Matt came. The story was sad and disturbing, but at the same time fascinating. It also reminds me of this old pick up line I read on ecrush.com: “I’m a necrophiliac, do you know how to play dead?”
Entry: “Every action has a reason.”
“Every action has a reason” or so they say. Sometimes, but not always. “Every action has a reaction” is a true saying. You do things you do to get something in return. Sometimes the reaction is no reaction. Sometimes the reason for doing something is inexplicable. It’s not until later, you realize why you do the things you do.
Entry: “Journey of self discovery”
It was the last week of September and the first week of October 2007. My boyfriend John was gone for three months and I hadn’t had any contact from him at all. I learned some new things about myself like how I relied on TV to teach me things on how to use my detective skills I didn’t know I had. Veronica Mars, Angel, Moonlight, Wolf Lake, and Law and Order: SVU taught me to ask the right questions and go to the right places to find the answers I’m looking for. I’m a hard worker and I have a lot of determination to get my work done, including finding John. I have major skills of observation. I know I’m a visual learner.
Nov. 2
Entry: All in Together Girls is an anthology of short stories about girls. I like the book. I wouldn’t say I love it. I would recommend a lot of women and girls to read it because it’s fun and interesting. It inspired me to write short stories and publish it as an anthology.
Journal entry from Gwen’s perspective: I regret having a kid so young. I didn’t know I was making a mistake, but I was. I love my daughter, but I sacrificed a lot for this family. I wish I had gone to college or had a steady job first. I wish I was like Anna. She was smart. She knew things like if she was to live with her boyfriend while he was at med school, she would have gotten pregnant and the marriage wouldn’t have worked out. My daughter’s 10 now, but it’s hard to make a kid. I’m trying to make the best of this situation. I do work full time and so does Chuck, but I want to have more than a domestic life. Chuck and I are in marriage counseling right now. We shouldn’t have gotten married because we had a kid. We should have waited.
Nov. 9
Entry “sound”: The beat is thudding loudly. I felt the music beat in my heart. The drum and bass are thumping. People are shouting and talking. My throat is jumping to it. The lyrics come and the crowd cheered. The electric guitar appears on the track. A rap comes on. There is a pause as if the song stopped. It starts again. There is record scratching.
Entry “review”: Tracy Au’s journal is interesting to read. Her best ones are the stories like “John is Gone”, and Garret doing a dare, and the bully experience. Most of her entries aren’t impressive. She is told what to write an entry about a subject, she does it, but doesn’t write it to the best of her ability. A little more thought and effort would improve it greatly. Some entries are creative, while others are technical.
Entry “reaped image”: The blond girl had her hair in pony tail. The wind was blowing in her face. She was wearing a short pink coat that showed her stomach and blue jeans. She was in the club. The lights were dark blue. There was stage with the DJ. There was a big dance floor filled with people getting their groove on.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Short Fiction Forms entries 5, 6
Entry 5 Sept. 21, 2007
I had one of those dreams again last night. It’s where I meet one of my favorite actors, Eric Johnson. He’s this actor from Edmonton. You may have seen him on Smallville as Whitney Fordman. Since he’s from my Edmonton, I always assume that I will meet him someday.
In the dream, I was working in a professional business building. I learned that Eric works on the 12th floor. I stopped the elevator and ask if he’s Eric Johnson. He says yes and I ask for his autograph. I get my pen and agenda and flip to a page so he could sign it. He signs a piece of yellow piece of paper with words like “Damage” and picture of a star. There were other words on the list. He signed it by this huge aquarium in the building. There was a pink piñata above the aquarium.
Entry 6 Sept. 28, 2007
I told this to my friends before. It was back in grade 11 and I was in guitar class. I was sitting alone and we had to be quiet because the teacher was testing each student to see how well they played the piece. It was boring because we couldn’t talk. We couldn’t play our guitars out loud until we were tested.
Then I accidentally strung a string on my guitar. It was a little noise and no one looked at me. But it got the attention of this guy. He looked at me with his eyes bulging out and his mouth open like a fish. He was gawking at me like I did something really bad. I know he was bored and he thought I wasn’t going to do anything like fight him because I was a girl. I ignored him and picked at my nails. After a few minutes I looked at him so he would stop staring at me. He said hi to me like I was retarded. Here’s a guy who was being a bitch to me and I didn’t even do anything to him.
A couple of times after that he continued to look at me like I was a freak and that I was retarded. By the way he was acting, I thought he was retarded. The good thing was that I was in grade 11 and I could get a spare so I dropped the class. I wasn’t learning anything in it anyway. I wanted to take psychology next semester.
The best part was when a substitute came and he was trying to get the class to be quiet. He said to the bitch, “Do you mind?” The bitch was stupid and said, “No.” The substitute blew up. “That’s it, get out. Go to the office.” The bitch was shocked. The class was beginning and he said one word, and he’s already being sent to the office. Good thing. I’m sure he learned a lesson not to disrespect people or give them attitude when they haven’t done anything to him. I loved the shock on his face.
I had one of those dreams again last night. It’s where I meet one of my favorite actors, Eric Johnson. He’s this actor from Edmonton. You may have seen him on Smallville as Whitney Fordman. Since he’s from my Edmonton, I always assume that I will meet him someday.
In the dream, I was working in a professional business building. I learned that Eric works on the 12th floor. I stopped the elevator and ask if he’s Eric Johnson. He says yes and I ask for his autograph. I get my pen and agenda and flip to a page so he could sign it. He signs a piece of yellow piece of paper with words like “Damage” and picture of a star. There were other words on the list. He signed it by this huge aquarium in the building. There was a pink piñata above the aquarium.
Entry 6 Sept. 28, 2007
I told this to my friends before. It was back in grade 11 and I was in guitar class. I was sitting alone and we had to be quiet because the teacher was testing each student to see how well they played the piece. It was boring because we couldn’t talk. We couldn’t play our guitars out loud until we were tested.
Then I accidentally strung a string on my guitar. It was a little noise and no one looked at me. But it got the attention of this guy. He looked at me with his eyes bulging out and his mouth open like a fish. He was gawking at me like I did something really bad. I know he was bored and he thought I wasn’t going to do anything like fight him because I was a girl. I ignored him and picked at my nails. After a few minutes I looked at him so he would stop staring at me. He said hi to me like I was retarded. Here’s a guy who was being a bitch to me and I didn’t even do anything to him.
A couple of times after that he continued to look at me like I was a freak and that I was retarded. By the way he was acting, I thought he was retarded. The good thing was that I was in grade 11 and I could get a spare so I dropped the class. I wasn’t learning anything in it anyway. I wanted to take psychology next semester.
The best part was when a substitute came and he was trying to get the class to be quiet. He said to the bitch, “Do you mind?” The bitch was stupid and said, “No.” The substitute blew up. “That’s it, get out. Go to the office.” The bitch was shocked. The class was beginning and he said one word, and he’s already being sent to the office. Good thing. I’m sure he learned a lesson not to disrespect people or give them attitude when they haven’t done anything to him. I loved the shock on his face.
Short Fiction Forms entries 3, 4
Entry 3 Sept. 14, 2007
John is Gone
I met John last year in October. He went to school and worked full time. I was a full time student too, so we only saw each other once or twice a month. We always called and emailed each other. We were dating until the last time I saw him was in May. It wasn’t until the end of June; I spoke to him for the last time. The last conversation we had was short. John says, “My parents are taking me to Mexico, Medicine Hat and Banff for a few weeks.” I asked, “So you don’t want me to call you because of the long distance charges?” “No, my phone expires at midnight. You can leave a message, but I can’t access it,” he answered. “But we’ll keep in touch,” he promised before we hung up.
July passed and I haven’t seen or heard from him at all. I then called his work which was a Chinese restaurant. I talked to a girl who worked there and she gave me his expired cell phone number. She explained, “Well his father called and said he was going to sue us. The area code was not from Edmonton.”
Now it’s September and I called his school asking if he was still attending. I created a story about how I found his school ID and wanted to return it to him. The secretary told me to give it to security. I then wrote a letter addressed to him and send it to his school. A week has passed and there is still no reply.
I view my options. I could post fliers at his school asking if anyone has seen him, go to a private detective and go to a psychic. I called a private investigation company and they said they don’t do locates. I emailed this other company and they said they do profiling. Until then, I will wait for him
Entry 4 Sept. 14, 2007
Micro-stories
Boz was a bad boy
He gets into fights and sell drugs
He threatens Corrine with physical violence
She punches him out
Boz gets a legit job as a waiter
Corrine was often serious
Studies and works
Doesn’t go out
She watches Comedy Network and it makes her laugh
She makes it her mission to make people laugh
Julie wants to save the world
She works and donates money to charity
She joins Unicef
And travels the world
Garret wants to learn how to dance
Too shy to take lessons
He goes to a club and a hot song comes on
He gets up and grooves
John is Gone
I met John last year in October. He went to school and worked full time. I was a full time student too, so we only saw each other once or twice a month. We always called and emailed each other. We were dating until the last time I saw him was in May. It wasn’t until the end of June; I spoke to him for the last time. The last conversation we had was short. John says, “My parents are taking me to Mexico, Medicine Hat and Banff for a few weeks.” I asked, “So you don’t want me to call you because of the long distance charges?” “No, my phone expires at midnight. You can leave a message, but I can’t access it,” he answered. “But we’ll keep in touch,” he promised before we hung up.
July passed and I haven’t seen or heard from him at all. I then called his work which was a Chinese restaurant. I talked to a girl who worked there and she gave me his expired cell phone number. She explained, “Well his father called and said he was going to sue us. The area code was not from Edmonton.”
Now it’s September and I called his school asking if he was still attending. I created a story about how I found his school ID and wanted to return it to him. The secretary told me to give it to security. I then wrote a letter addressed to him and send it to his school. A week has passed and there is still no reply.
I view my options. I could post fliers at his school asking if anyone has seen him, go to a private detective and go to a psychic. I called a private investigation company and they said they don’t do locates. I emailed this other company and they said they do profiling. Until then, I will wait for him
Entry 4 Sept. 14, 2007
Micro-stories
Boz was a bad boy
He gets into fights and sell drugs
He threatens Corrine with physical violence
She punches him out
Boz gets a legit job as a waiter
Corrine was often serious
Studies and works
Doesn’t go out
She watches Comedy Network and it makes her laugh
She makes it her mission to make people laugh
Julie wants to save the world
She works and donates money to charity
She joins Unicef
And travels the world
Garret wants to learn how to dance
Too shy to take lessons
He goes to a club and a hot song comes on
He gets up and grooves
Short Fiction Forms entries 1,2
Entry 1 Sept. 7, 2007
“If what we know is what resembles us, what we know is a garden.”
An interesting analogy. I feel that the first part about “what we know is what resembles us” is true. I want to add, what we like and what we experience is what makes us who we are. Where we’re from and what our family is like create our identity.
Garden means a variety of things because they grow vegetables, fruits, flowers, and plants. Each individual knows many things about all sorts of subjects. We learn and grow from our life experiences. A garden resembles life. There is often a lot of color in a garden which is like life.
Entry 2 Sept. 7, 2007
“Of all the guys who are standing around bus shelters in Edmonton, dressed in nothing but their underpants, Marky Mark is undeniably the most polite.”
This kind of reminds me of that time six years ago when I was in college. My friends had dared me to run around the block in my boxers. I took the dare. It was cold, but I managed. I saw a girl waiting for the bus. She was standing there with her headphones on. She saw me and gave me a weird look. She took off her headphones and asked, “Are you okay?” I said, “Yes. How are you?” “I’m good,” she replies. “Where are your clothes?” “They’re at the dry cleaners. I’m going out for a jog while I wait.” I burst out laughing and said, “I’m kidding. My friends dare me to. One of them is in that apartment looking at us.” I pointed at the apartment where Derek was.
“What’s your name?” she asked. “Garret,” I answered. “Hi, I’m Julie.” We got into a nice conversation as she was waiting for the bus. Then her bus came and she left. She did tell me she always took that bus after work. So the next day I went to the bus stop and waited for her. She wasn’t there. I came again the day after that and she showed up. “It’s you again,” she said.
“Yes, me. It’s Garret, by the way.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“You doing anything tonight?” I asked.
“Going home.”
“Well why don’t you come to the bar with me and my friends. It’s the Vertex. It’s a few blocks from here.”
Julie’s eyes lit up. “Oh I know where that is. We can take the bus there.”
We took the bus and got into the Vertex. We had a lot of fun. I had a few drinks, she didn’t drink any alcohol. I introduced her to Derek. I laughed at all her jokes. By midnight, she said she had to leave.
“So soon?” I asked. “It’s midnight.”
She replies, “Yeah and that’s late. I’m going home. See ya.”
I hailed a cab for her and pulled her into a hug before she got in. It was one of the best nights I ever had.
“If what we know is what resembles us, what we know is a garden.”
An interesting analogy. I feel that the first part about “what we know is what resembles us” is true. I want to add, what we like and what we experience is what makes us who we are. Where we’re from and what our family is like create our identity.
Garden means a variety of things because they grow vegetables, fruits, flowers, and plants. Each individual knows many things about all sorts of subjects. We learn and grow from our life experiences. A garden resembles life. There is often a lot of color in a garden which is like life.
Entry 2 Sept. 7, 2007
“Of all the guys who are standing around bus shelters in Edmonton, dressed in nothing but their underpants, Marky Mark is undeniably the most polite.”
This kind of reminds me of that time six years ago when I was in college. My friends had dared me to run around the block in my boxers. I took the dare. It was cold, but I managed. I saw a girl waiting for the bus. She was standing there with her headphones on. She saw me and gave me a weird look. She took off her headphones and asked, “Are you okay?” I said, “Yes. How are you?” “I’m good,” she replies. “Where are your clothes?” “They’re at the dry cleaners. I’m going out for a jog while I wait.” I burst out laughing and said, “I’m kidding. My friends dare me to. One of them is in that apartment looking at us.” I pointed at the apartment where Derek was.
“What’s your name?” she asked. “Garret,” I answered. “Hi, I’m Julie.” We got into a nice conversation as she was waiting for the bus. Then her bus came and she left. She did tell me she always took that bus after work. So the next day I went to the bus stop and waited for her. She wasn’t there. I came again the day after that and she showed up. “It’s you again,” she said.
“Yes, me. It’s Garret, by the way.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“You doing anything tonight?” I asked.
“Going home.”
“Well why don’t you come to the bar with me and my friends. It’s the Vertex. It’s a few blocks from here.”
Julie’s eyes lit up. “Oh I know where that is. We can take the bus there.”
We took the bus and got into the Vertex. We had a lot of fun. I had a few drinks, she didn’t drink any alcohol. I introduced her to Derek. I laughed at all her jokes. By midnight, she said she had to leave.
“So soon?” I asked. “It’s midnight.”
She replies, “Yeah and that’s late. I’m going home. See ya.”
I hailed a cab for her and pulled her into a hug before she got in. It was one of the best nights I ever had.
"Fight or Flight" by Tracy Au
Fight or Flight
By Tracy Au
Corrine is a badass. She often is calm, but she can snap if someone threatens her. She has determination to get things done, to get to the bottom of things, to get to the core, to get to the ending.
It was a Tuesday night at the bar. Corrine heads to the washroom. She hears some punching noises in the back room. She opens the door where the sound is coming from. She opens the door slowly and sees Boz punching Ivan while two other guys are holding him. Boz turns around and sees her. She panics and closes the door and speeds away. Flight. Boz grabs her in the hallway and pushes her into the women’s room. He grabs her throat and pushes her to the wall. He says, “You tell anyone what you saw and I will make sure you won’t see anything again.” He walks to the door. Corrine pushes Boz to the wall. Fight. Her courage was up when earlier it was gone. He turns around and takes a swing at her. She backs away and Boz misses. They start punching each other.
He pushes her out to the hall and to the manager’s office. He pushes her into the book shelf. A few books fell off. Corrine pushes the bookshelf over and Boz dodges out of the way. Boz pulls out a gun and she throws a book at him. That’s when people start yelling “What’s going on?” Boz bolts. She climbs over the book shelf and runs to the hallway, but he’s gone. She goes to the room where Ivan was getting beaten up. He lies on the floor. The bartender comes in. “Call 911. He needs an ambulance. I saw him getting beat up by this guy,” says Corrine. The bartender runs to his office and dials 911.
By Tracy Au
Corrine is a badass. She often is calm, but she can snap if someone threatens her. She has determination to get things done, to get to the bottom of things, to get to the core, to get to the ending.
It was a Tuesday night at the bar. Corrine heads to the washroom. She hears some punching noises in the back room. She opens the door where the sound is coming from. She opens the door slowly and sees Boz punching Ivan while two other guys are holding him. Boz turns around and sees her. She panics and closes the door and speeds away. Flight. Boz grabs her in the hallway and pushes her into the women’s room. He grabs her throat and pushes her to the wall. He says, “You tell anyone what you saw and I will make sure you won’t see anything again.” He walks to the door. Corrine pushes Boz to the wall. Fight. Her courage was up when earlier it was gone. He turns around and takes a swing at her. She backs away and Boz misses. They start punching each other.
He pushes her out to the hall and to the manager’s office. He pushes her into the book shelf. A few books fell off. Corrine pushes the bookshelf over and Boz dodges out of the way. Boz pulls out a gun and she throws a book at him. That’s when people start yelling “What’s going on?” Boz bolts. She climbs over the book shelf and runs to the hallway, but he’s gone. She goes to the room where Ivan was getting beaten up. He lies on the floor. The bartender comes in. “Call 911. He needs an ambulance. I saw him getting beat up by this guy,” says Corrine. The bartender runs to his office and dials 911.
"Blackout" short story by Tracy Au
Blackout
By Tracy Au
This was my first week working at the Vertex. It’s a computer company and I work at the call centre section. I went to the coffee room on my way to the elevator. The boss Crow and a few of my coworkers were there. Crow says, “There isn’t going to be an oil industry anymore due to how there will be no more oil. What’s your take on this Corrine?” I asked, “What is this? A Mensa meeting?” They laughed. “I don’t really care. We should all take the bus because it’s better for the environment. See you tomorrow.”
At the elevator I press the G button. Then came a black out. I wasn’t too surprised because that occurs during the winter time. I was standing in the dark for about twenty seconds waiting for the lights to come back on. Damn it. I don’t have a flashlight or a cell phone. I decided to trace my fingers with the wall to get back to the office. Someone would have a cell phone. The safety lights went on. I was relieved, but not for long. I jumped as a masked man punches me in the face. “Hey! You bitch!” I shouted. He grabbed me from behind and puts his arm around my neck. He’s trying to choke me! I started freaking out. I bit his arm. I knock my head back and it hits his face. The back of my head was aching, but I ignored the pain. I elbow him away and swing my bag at his head and he falls over. I kick him in the stomach and ran back to the office.
Crow rushed out. “Are you okay? I heard some shouting.” “A man just attacked me and he’s in the hallway,” I told him. “I’ll call security,” the woman behind him said. “Do you know how he looked like?” she asked. “No, he was wearing a mask. He might have gotten away, but I kicked him down. Let’s go back there and take the mask off,” I said. “I’ll come with,” said Crow.
Crow and I rushed back to where the attack occurred. The man was gone. I asked “Aren’t there security cameras?” Crow says “Oh yeah!” We clambered down the staircase to the front desk at the ground floor which has all the security cameras. “Go to the 5th floor” I told the security guard. “They’re all not working. It must have been the black out” he explained. The security guard looks up and a young man walks towards us from the hallway. “What are you still doing here Boz?” “I decided to come to work 10 hours early. No, I was going to go to the parking lot, but then went to the washroom” answers Boz.
“Did you see anyone leaving or coming in since the black out?” I asked. The guard shook his head, “It’s been really quiet. The attacker could have left through the back door come to think of it, but the cameras aren’t working. I’ll call the police.” Boz’s nose was bleeding. “Your nose is bleeding” I told him. “Oh yeah,” says Boz. He put his briefcase on the table and the guard handed him a box of tissues. I grabbed the briefcase. “Hey!” shouted Boz. I opened it and pulled out the mask that the attacker was wearing.
By Tracy Au
This was my first week working at the Vertex. It’s a computer company and I work at the call centre section. I went to the coffee room on my way to the elevator. The boss Crow and a few of my coworkers were there. Crow says, “There isn’t going to be an oil industry anymore due to how there will be no more oil. What’s your take on this Corrine?” I asked, “What is this? A Mensa meeting?” They laughed. “I don’t really care. We should all take the bus because it’s better for the environment. See you tomorrow.”
At the elevator I press the G button. Then came a black out. I wasn’t too surprised because that occurs during the winter time. I was standing in the dark for about twenty seconds waiting for the lights to come back on. Damn it. I don’t have a flashlight or a cell phone. I decided to trace my fingers with the wall to get back to the office. Someone would have a cell phone. The safety lights went on. I was relieved, but not for long. I jumped as a masked man punches me in the face. “Hey! You bitch!” I shouted. He grabbed me from behind and puts his arm around my neck. He’s trying to choke me! I started freaking out. I bit his arm. I knock my head back and it hits his face. The back of my head was aching, but I ignored the pain. I elbow him away and swing my bag at his head and he falls over. I kick him in the stomach and ran back to the office.
Crow rushed out. “Are you okay? I heard some shouting.” “A man just attacked me and he’s in the hallway,” I told him. “I’ll call security,” the woman behind him said. “Do you know how he looked like?” she asked. “No, he was wearing a mask. He might have gotten away, but I kicked him down. Let’s go back there and take the mask off,” I said. “I’ll come with,” said Crow.
Crow and I rushed back to where the attack occurred. The man was gone. I asked “Aren’t there security cameras?” Crow says “Oh yeah!” We clambered down the staircase to the front desk at the ground floor which has all the security cameras. “Go to the 5th floor” I told the security guard. “They’re all not working. It must have been the black out” he explained. The security guard looks up and a young man walks towards us from the hallway. “What are you still doing here Boz?” “I decided to come to work 10 hours early. No, I was going to go to the parking lot, but then went to the washroom” answers Boz.
“Did you see anyone leaving or coming in since the black out?” I asked. The guard shook his head, “It’s been really quiet. The attacker could have left through the back door come to think of it, but the cameras aren’t working. I’ll call the police.” Boz’s nose was bleeding. “Your nose is bleeding” I told him. “Oh yeah,” says Boz. He put his briefcase on the table and the guard handed him a box of tissues. I grabbed the briefcase. “Hey!” shouted Boz. I opened it and pulled out the mask that the attacker was wearing.
Friday, January 2, 2009
new/ music/ news
Dec. 30 New: A new year is upon us. I've gotten a new haircut. My desk lamp light bulb stopped working, so I got new light bulb. I bought my new buspass. I've also been writing enough, that my pen lost ink and I got new pen.
Funny: I was looking up videos of the actor JR Bourne. I put in Selling Innocence, this TV movie he was in. I found this guy who is giving this summary of the movie on his video blog. He is snarking on it. I am laughing at it. In the end, he's saying: "Maybe after this, they'll create some cyber stalker movie called Damn Youtube!" lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P3ykxBkepQ
Here's the first 5 minutes of Selling Innocence. JR Bourne plays the agent scouting models. The first scene is set in the West Edmonton Mall HMV stage. Alexz Johnson (Instant Star) makes an appearance 1: 45 seconds in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fBL0ihfJP4&feature=related
Dec. 31 Writing: Last night I had a dream about the movie Hard Candy. I don't know why, I haven't seen it in a long time. Then I realized that this movie must have been triggered from me watching Dexter. Dexter is a serial killer that kills other killers. In Hard Candy starring Ellen Page (before she got big in Juno) and Patrick Wilson (Lakeview Terrace).
Page's character is 14- year- old girl who hunts down pedophiles on the internet and kills them or gets them to commit suicide. I should write some sort of vigilante story. Spiderman and Batman are vigilantes, but they wear masks and it's more of a fantasy world. Dexter and Hard Candy are about people without superpowers, or masks. I wouldn't exactly say that Dexter and Hailey from HC, to be normal people, they are sociopaths. They are very based in reality.
I remember in 2006, my friend Angela came over to my house and I showed her the movie. A said about Hailey: "She's a bitch."
Me: I would say that too, but I mean that as a compliment. You don't want to f--- with her.
Jan. 1: Selling Innocence came out in 2005. Here's the synopsis on imdb.com: "Mia Sampson's (Sarah Lind) dreams to be a model come true when she's asked to pose for photographs to be displayed on an Internet website for "members only." However, when the owner of the website uses her pictures for exploitation purposes, Mia's mother (Mimi Rogers) must fight to remove the photos off the web and restore her daughter's privacy."
Now that I think about it, Mia confronts the bad guy Malcolm (JR Bourne) to take down the pictures. He doesn't because he is making a lot of money off them. Mia then decides to do this one time live webcam show where she takes off all her clothes so he would take down the photos.
Mia couldn't call the police, because what he was doing wasn't totally against the law. Unethical, but he wasn't breaking the law. Mia should threaten to kick his ass. Will he admit that he got his ass kicked by a girl? Or I don't know, burn down his office building. Yeah, it's extreme. The thing is don't get caught. Make sure there aren't any cameras outside the building. If there are cameras, wear a disguise. Vandalize the place. All these actions break the law. lol.
Last night I deleted the script Corrine. I think I started writing it in May or June. I was looking through my blog, to pin point when, but then I realized it may have been created back in February.
Music: Last night I heard this song by Donnie Klang called "Bedroom." It's a great song that got me dancing. It's so hot. It's got a great beat with suggestive lyrics. If anyone should sing this, it should be Donnie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CF1-9ReiJIo&feature=related
Here is Donnie performing at the mall. At the end he does the slower version of "Take you There" while playing the keyboard. He's singing and dancing and he lifts up his shirt once in awhile. He touches his fan's hands. Then in the end, he takes off his shirt and throws it into the audience. I laughed at that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYF-FKJ5uc4&feature=related
Today I achieved something today. My mom has been nagging at me for the past couple of weeks to find these pair of shoes that she lent me. I looked upstairs last night where the shoes are, and they aren't there. Today mom asked me again, and then I went downstairs where the shoes are and found them in three minutes.
Movie: Today I saw An Inconvenient Truth. I was going to rent it on the last day of summer in 2007, but I decided not to. It was an alright movie. Kind of boring like March of the Penguins, because it's educational. Al Gore talking was like listening to a teacher talk. Kind of reminds me of Dr. Phil. The movie was informative. It does teach you something and how the environment affects you. It's an average movie. If you are interested in the environment, then go watch it.
Jan. 2 Crazy: Today at work, this guy tried to dine and dash. Don yelled at him to stop, and Stella went and called security. One security guy came in and interviewed the guy who appeared to be homeless. Then two male security guards and a female security guard came. All four of them were talking to him.
The guy ate the sandwich, and then said something about not having enough money and left. I overhead him talking to the security guards that he was starving. Kind of reminds me of Treats, where Aziz does donate his leftover muffins to homeless shelters at the end of the day.
Here is something even crazier: I was reading on twop.com about "Ripped! from the Headlines! Plot Recycling and other Weasly Writing Tricks" stories on Law and Order: SVU. Someone wrote this:
"I can't believe we overlooked this case- Neil Havens Rodreick, the 29 year old sex offender posing as a 12 year old boy in various schools. And it gets better- he and his former cell mate were living with two older pedophiles he met online whom he also conned into thinking that he was 12." Here is the full story:
http://men.style.com/details/blogs/details/2007/08/about-a-boy.html
News: I read this in Metro that U.S. album sales have decreased the seventh time in the past eight years. I'm not surprised, blame it on Itunes.
In the sad news department, I read that there are four homicides in Calgary already. A car accident on highway 63 killed a man. John Travolta's 16- year- old son Jett died after having a seizure.
Funny: I was looking up videos of the actor JR Bourne. I put in Selling Innocence, this TV movie he was in. I found this guy who is giving this summary of the movie on his video blog. He is snarking on it. I am laughing at it. In the end, he's saying: "Maybe after this, they'll create some cyber stalker movie called Damn Youtube!" lol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1P3ykxBkepQ
Here's the first 5 minutes of Selling Innocence. JR Bourne plays the agent scouting models. The first scene is set in the West Edmonton Mall HMV stage. Alexz Johnson (Instant Star) makes an appearance 1: 45 seconds in.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fBL0ihfJP4&feature=related
Dec. 31 Writing: Last night I had a dream about the movie Hard Candy. I don't know why, I haven't seen it in a long time. Then I realized that this movie must have been triggered from me watching Dexter. Dexter is a serial killer that kills other killers. In Hard Candy starring Ellen Page (before she got big in Juno) and Patrick Wilson (Lakeview Terrace).
Page's character is 14- year- old girl who hunts down pedophiles on the internet and kills them or gets them to commit suicide. I should write some sort of vigilante story. Spiderman and Batman are vigilantes, but they wear masks and it's more of a fantasy world. Dexter and Hard Candy are about people without superpowers, or masks. I wouldn't exactly say that Dexter and Hailey from HC, to be normal people, they are sociopaths. They are very based in reality.
I remember in 2006, my friend Angela came over to my house and I showed her the movie. A said about Hailey: "She's a bitch."
Me: I would say that too, but I mean that as a compliment. You don't want to f--- with her.
Jan. 1: Selling Innocence came out in 2005. Here's the synopsis on imdb.com: "Mia Sampson's (Sarah Lind) dreams to be a model come true when she's asked to pose for photographs to be displayed on an Internet website for "members only." However, when the owner of the website uses her pictures for exploitation purposes, Mia's mother (Mimi Rogers) must fight to remove the photos off the web and restore her daughter's privacy."
Now that I think about it, Mia confronts the bad guy Malcolm (JR Bourne) to take down the pictures. He doesn't because he is making a lot of money off them. Mia then decides to do this one time live webcam show where she takes off all her clothes so he would take down the photos.
Mia couldn't call the police, because what he was doing wasn't totally against the law. Unethical, but he wasn't breaking the law. Mia should threaten to kick his ass. Will he admit that he got his ass kicked by a girl? Or I don't know, burn down his office building. Yeah, it's extreme. The thing is don't get caught. Make sure there aren't any cameras outside the building. If there are cameras, wear a disguise. Vandalize the place. All these actions break the law. lol.
Last night I deleted the script Corrine. I think I started writing it in May or June. I was looking through my blog, to pin point when, but then I realized it may have been created back in February.
Music: Last night I heard this song by Donnie Klang called "Bedroom." It's a great song that got me dancing. It's so hot. It's got a great beat with suggestive lyrics. If anyone should sing this, it should be Donnie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CF1-9ReiJIo&feature=related
Here is Donnie performing at the mall. At the end he does the slower version of "Take you There" while playing the keyboard. He's singing and dancing and he lifts up his shirt once in awhile. He touches his fan's hands. Then in the end, he takes off his shirt and throws it into the audience. I laughed at that.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYF-FKJ5uc4&feature=related
Today I achieved something today. My mom has been nagging at me for the past couple of weeks to find these pair of shoes that she lent me. I looked upstairs last night where the shoes are, and they aren't there. Today mom asked me again, and then I went downstairs where the shoes are and found them in three minutes.
Movie: Today I saw An Inconvenient Truth. I was going to rent it on the last day of summer in 2007, but I decided not to. It was an alright movie. Kind of boring like March of the Penguins, because it's educational. Al Gore talking was like listening to a teacher talk. Kind of reminds me of Dr. Phil. The movie was informative. It does teach you something and how the environment affects you. It's an average movie. If you are interested in the environment, then go watch it.
Jan. 2 Crazy: Today at work, this guy tried to dine and dash. Don yelled at him to stop, and Stella went and called security. One security guy came in and interviewed the guy who appeared to be homeless. Then two male security guards and a female security guard came. All four of them were talking to him.
The guy ate the sandwich, and then said something about not having enough money and left. I overhead him talking to the security guards that he was starving. Kind of reminds me of Treats, where Aziz does donate his leftover muffins to homeless shelters at the end of the day.
Here is something even crazier: I was reading on twop.com about "Ripped! from the Headlines! Plot Recycling and other Weasly Writing Tricks" stories on Law and Order: SVU. Someone wrote this:
"I can't believe we overlooked this case- Neil Havens Rodreick, the 29 year old sex offender posing as a 12 year old boy in various schools. And it gets better- he and his former cell mate were living with two older pedophiles he met online whom he also conned into thinking that he was 12." Here is the full story:
http://men.style.com/details/blogs/details/2007/08/about-a-boy.html
News: I read this in Metro that U.S. album sales have decreased the seventh time in the past eight years. I'm not surprised, blame it on Itunes.
In the sad news department, I read that there are four homicides in Calgary already. A car accident on highway 63 killed a man. John Travolta's 16- year- old son Jett died after having a seizure.
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