This is an edited version of the chapter 7 I sent out on facebook mail. I realized that some parts didn't make sense (due to me writing it at 12am), so I changed them. Btw, iPebbles' character (Aiyamar) and Ari's character (Llare) make their first appearances in this chapter
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 7: My First Day of School
When I realized what I had done, I freaked. I sort of expected a flash of light to come and end my life or something, but apparently I was wrong. Nothing happened. Oh, crap they left me they left me and…HOW DARE THEY LEAVE ME?! Out of nowhere, I felt a rush of pure anger surge out of the deepest parts of my being. I can’t describe it, really. It was so…foreign to me. The next thing I remember is waking up on a cold granite floor in some kind of stone hallway. The cavernous ceilings sparkled with what looked like multi-colored lightning, which reflected off of the silver threads woven between the stones.
“Apparently she was able to get in,” said the stranger. Passed out twice in a day? I’m beating my old record I sarcastically remarked to myself as I sat up and looked at the speaker. He was very tall—close to six and a half feet. He was well-built, with fair skin, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a sparsely freckled face creased by laugh-lines. He didn’t look all that old, but there was something about his eyes. I guess like he had seen a lot. Maybe he had a rough childhood or something I guessed. He’s kinda cute, I snickered to myself.
“Well, thank you for that,” the strange man laughed, ignoring my speculations about his childhood. Oh that’s right, everyone can read my mind, I peevishly reminded myself. “My name is Llare.” Yaira? Interesting…
Yeah, yeah I’m Krystal, nice to meet you and stuff I obliged, still too dizzy from whatever happened to me to talk. I turned to Lorik. He actually looked happy or something. Hitting your head really messes you up, I guess. Kyle laughed from behind me. “Krys, you didn’t hit your head,” he teased Lorik as he helped me to my feet. I leaned on him heavily. It was like my legs weren’t working.
I projected my thoughts to everyone, Lorik in particular. What happened? I demanded. Then, how many times have I asked that today? I wondered. Kyle started to explain, when a passerby interrupted him.
“Ooh, a newbie!” observed the girl. She was small, probably no taller than my scant 5 feet, 2 inches. She had medium-length brown hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail. Her eyes were a warm, honey-brown with little flecks of gold in them.
“Aiyamar, meet Krystal. She’s our newest Energy Classman,” said Llare.
Aiyamar appeared to size me up, and apparently pleased, she extended her hand. Howdy I thought to her as I shook it. All of a sudden, she twisted my arm sharply to the left, causing me to hit my head (again) on the wall. “Be more prepared next time,” she said. My head hurts, I thought, too tired and irritated to think of anything else. Why the heck would she do that? I thought directly at Lorik. She’s just trying to help, he answered. Oh, thanks.
Aiyamar raised her eyebrows. “Well, you should stop thinking so loudly then. It probably isn’t helping your head much,” she laughed. So did you hear what I said to Lorik? I thought at her. “No, my gift isn’t Energy,” she replied.
I thought for a minute. Well, what is it then?
What happened next definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened to me today, but it was definitely more towards the top of the list. Aiyamar literally disappeared into the background. Like, she was there and then she wasn’t. Sight Manipulation, of course I heard from Aiyamar as she un-faded back into sight.
I leaned onto Kyle more. Too much was happening. I can’t take this, I told him. He grunted, then shoved me off onto Llare, who accepted my near-dead weight with ease. “What’s up with my legs?” I asked, my speech slurred slightly. Everyone in the room flinched a little. Huh? Oh everything hurts so bad… “Look, I’m sorry, whatever I did,” I said. Again, everyone’s faces looked a little pained, like they were hearing feedback from a microphone. Krystal, your presence is strong. Try not to talk, as it amplifies your thoughts, advised Llare. What? I did notice that it seemed like whenever someone talked, I heard what they said twice, like an echo.
“She needs rest like, now,” said Kyle. “It’s not good if she passes out again. Besides, it’s almost dinner time,” he finished. I moaned again as pain flared up my legs. Llare scooped me up into his strong arms like he would a small child, and set off down the hallway. I swear I could hear Aiyamar giggling behind us, but I was too tired to care. Sleep, blessed sleep…
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Chapter 2 of my so far unnamed book
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Friday, July 30, 2010
A book
Okay so I'm writing a book. Amarantha inspired me to finish a book I've been meaning to write for a couple of years now. So please tell me what you think of the first chapter. Is it too generic? Does my writing style suck? Let me know your honest opinions :D
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Blogging The Next Food Network Star--Episode 1
Hey guys! While they're airing it, I'll be blogging The Next Food Network Star and posting once a week on it. Feel free to watch with me (or not) (Ed note: This post is late because I ran into some issues). This is episode 1, where we first meet the Finalists.
So, Doreen Fong is first. She's Asian, and learned to cook because she didn't like her momma's food. She seems nice; I like her.
Next is Aarti Sequeira. She has a British accent, and grew up in India. She says shes nervous about serving home-cooked meals to "someone like Bobby Flay". She seems really cute; I like her :D
The next guy is--whoa he just came on and the first thing he said is "I already know I'm gonna win this". Ex-ca-yuze ME! And how would you know, pray tell? I don't like this Paul Young. He's irritating and cocky. Yada yada he went to some fancy schools, and blah blah i don't care.
Herb Mesa's next. He says his show would be about food and fitness (thumbs down). He's a stay-at-home dad. And has a cool hat. I guess I like him. He seems really energetic and enthusiastic. A little wierd, but a good kind of wierd.
Ugh. I don't like this next girl. She's all like "I'm sassy, I can be a diva...". Well answer this question: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH FOOD?! I can tell you that Brianna won't be my favorite finalist.
The next guy looks like that dude who played "Mantis" in "Kung-Fu Panda". Seth-something (Regan? Ronald? Ragan?) Tom Pizzica seems cool, go-with-the-flow, easy-going, and just nice in general.
Eww...kay then. Weird reaction-thingeh i just had. I heard a woman's voice and then saw a dude. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he's what I like to refer to as "confused". Nuf said. Anyway, Alexis (yeah) seems like he probably knows how to cook. Unlike Brianna.
DZintura (?) is a little strange, but a cool kinda strange. Like--I'm not gonna bother trying to describe it. I like her.
Brad started his own restraurant when he was 22. Propz! I like him. He definitely knows how to cook. YAY!
The first thing that Serena says is "I have no culinary education". Uh, not the best opening line for a food reality show. But she covers nicely when she follows with "but I have very strong women in my family to taught me how to cook just about everything". She has a really cute accent.
Das says he would make a show for guys who can't cook. AMEN I VOTE FOR DAS! I mean, uh, well, that's nice. :D But he seems a little cocky--I don't know if I officially like him yet.
Aria is next. I LOVE HER! She is so nice and cognizent and just...cute. And she has a 3-year-old son!
The First Challenge (Mini-Challenge)
The Cooking Session
So, the first challenge is to "Put yourself on a plate". You know, "if you were food, what would you be?" After the finalists quit marveling at the new kitchen and at Giada (I hate Giada) and Bobby Flay (I like his cooking but he's a little annoying on TV), and Susie Fogelson they begin the challenge. Oh, and there was Bob Tuschman too. He looks like the kind of guy who would be found in the Capitol building--middle-aged, average-looking white guy.
The finalists have 45 minutes to use chicken and potatoes to make a dish that describes them. Pretty basic ingredients, so I expect good things from these people (except maybe Brianna).
Brad put on a hat. He's awesome. Herb is looking very energetic. He really wants to make something "fun and exciting". That's good. Tom (who will now be reffered to as Seth) was going to make Gnocchi (i think that's a stuffed Italian pasta), but he didn't have enough time so he made a hash brown instead. Nice recovery. Basically, nothing noteworthy happens during the cooking session other than that Dzintura utters some corny phrases like "Yummy, yummy in my little tummy!"
The Judging Session
The finalists have 30 seconds to tell the judges and the camera why their dish represents them.
Aria comes first. When she first comes out shes all like "and the selection commitee is right there just sitting there watching". I'm thinking like "uh, DUH!" But she regained my respect during the camera 30-seconds. She's bright, cute, engaging, and perfect. Also, her dish was good.
Doreen was next. She totally failed. Several word mess-ups and stuttering. Then, the cameraman tells her to stretch because she still has, like, 10 seconds left. And she says "...um, and I just love butter--*timer beeps*". It sounded terrible. I actually flinched. The judges felt that the dish didn't even represent her.
Next up: Herb. His dish looks like a quesedilla with its guts spilled out. He made a cute comment: "and I put cilantro on it because I'm like cilantro; either you like me or you don't". Well, that was decent. Susie Fo like him a lot. So did the rest of the Selection Committe (SC).
Seth gives a false start for the camera, asks to start over, and doesn't get to start over. He was at a loss for words, so he was very low-key. I agree with the judges when they said that he looked like he didn't even wanna be there. His dish was just okay.
Dzint kept rambling on trying to find something meaningful to say. And then can't find her way off the set. But her dish was really good.
Serena was shaking as she approached the set. She stuttered, talked really fast, and was really nervous; but she had good food.
Das' chicken was raw, and his camera presentation was painful to watch. ouch.
Aarti's chicken was raw too, but she sold her dish to the camera nicely (i just had a vision of a money-toting camera). She was confident, sweet, and funny. "My mantra is "I don't care what your momma said, play with your food". " It made sense for her to say that because she did an Indian spin on a classic roasted chicken.
Paul was really boring. That's it about him. (oh, yeah his dish sucked)
Brianna had a stupid name (sticky-chicky in a little piggy?) and kinda failed at the end.
Brad got nervous in front of the camera. I felt that he was a little stiff.
Alexis was really monotonous. I don't remember a word he said. Giada thought he was timid and wanted to give him a hug.
The Verdict:
Das got reprimanded cus he sucked, and Seth was told to be more enthusiastic.
Herb won. He was good, but I like Aarti's camera time better. Aria was second place. She was really good, and I liked her better than Herb. But, it was probably Herb's food that let him win over her.
The Second Challenge (Star Challenge)
Cooking Session
The finalists have to shoot their first promo for their would-be show, and this is the first part of a two-part challenge. Andy Fickman is going to coach them, help them write a script and blah blah blah.
I'm not even going to bother listing their promos. They almost all sucked. And looked really stupid. I'm disappointed in the Food Network. The only one who did any good was Aria. I REALLY LIKE HER! And Aarti was alright. But everyone else really stunk.
The second part entailed the finalists cooking for Wolfgang Puck (except they didn't know it was him). They had to pick teams, and assign courses. I really hated this section of TNFNS (pronounced "tunfuns"). It was so boring. Nothing interesting happened.
That is, until Dzint got an inflamed tear duct! YES! Some action, finally! I mean, uh, I feel really bad for Dzint. She went to the hopistal. She had to make the dessert. Dessert is important. Oh, and Brianna totally dissed Dzint cus she went to the hospital; not like she had a choice! I mentally called her a not-nice word. And smiled. Seth was being (not-nice word) too, even though he made Dzint's dessert, a complicated lemon dessert.
The Judging Session
Aria ROCKED. Paul phailed. Brianna phailed. Aarti ROCKED. Seth did pretty good. Dzint's lemon savignon sucked (and she said "it's like putting your egg into somone else's womb"...awkward) but it's okay cus she didn't really make it. Herb did push-ups (literally). Wolfgang hated Doreen's promo and her dish. Das tried too hard to be "a cool guy". Brad ROCKED (even though he didn't realize it). Serena did pretty good. Alexis phay-YULD major (Wolfgang said that his wife would divorce him if he made such horrible food).
Evaluation (where they're in the imposing looking room)
Are you bored yet? I am. *sigh*
Grey Team (they won):
Dzint: Seth and Brianna were being (not-nice word) towards her. She needs to be more natural.
Aria: Shes perfect.
Brianna: She sucks (IMHO).
Paul (I-already-know-I'm-gonna-win-this-Paul): HORRIBLE.
Seth (Tom): Needs to be a little more serious
Aarti: Was scared that Bobby was gonna hate her food, but he really likes it.
Black Team (they lost):
Herb: Did alright, but needs to be more natural in front of the camera.
Doreen: Needs to get rid of the whipped-dog attitude
Serena: Fake
Alexis: Needs to work on his cooking and camera skills
Brad: ROCKS! (but needs to work on his camera skillz)
Das: Too fake. Me and the judges hate the "too cool for school" personality.
Elimination!
The judges were all dramatic while elimination someone. Like "Alexis, Doreen, only one of you can move on". Like, uh, THEY KNOW! And how they say "We're sorry" when they leave. If you're sorry, why'd you eliminate them? Anyway, Alexis was eliminated. YES! I agree with this decision because Alexis is my least favorite and he can't cook anyway.
My Final Thoughts
Well, I think that Tunfuns used to be more interesting. The "stars" are so one-dimensional and wannabe-ish that I am annoyed and disappointed. Maybe it'll get better as more episodes come out, but this was a pretty bad season premiere. It was way too over-advertised as well.
So, Doreen Fong is first. She's Asian, and learned to cook because she didn't like her momma's food. She seems nice; I like her.
Next is Aarti Sequeira. She has a British accent, and grew up in India. She says shes nervous about serving home-cooked meals to "someone like Bobby Flay". She seems really cute; I like her :D
The next guy is--whoa he just came on and the first thing he said is "I already know I'm gonna win this". Ex-ca-yuze ME! And how would you know, pray tell? I don't like this Paul Young. He's irritating and cocky. Yada yada he went to some fancy schools, and blah blah i don't care.
Herb Mesa's next. He says his show would be about food and fitness (thumbs down). He's a stay-at-home dad. And has a cool hat. I guess I like him. He seems really energetic and enthusiastic. A little wierd, but a good kind of wierd.
Ugh. I don't like this next girl. She's all like "I'm sassy, I can be a diva...". Well answer this question: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH FOOD?! I can tell you that Brianna won't be my favorite finalist.
The next guy looks like that dude who played "Mantis" in "Kung-Fu Panda". Seth-something (Regan? Ronald? Ragan?) Tom Pizzica seems cool, go-with-the-flow, easy-going, and just nice in general.
Eww...kay then. Weird reaction-thingeh i just had. I heard a woman's voice and then saw a dude. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he's what I like to refer to as "confused". Nuf said. Anyway, Alexis (yeah) seems like he probably knows how to cook. Unlike Brianna.
DZintura (?) is a little strange, but a cool kinda strange. Like--I'm not gonna bother trying to describe it. I like her.
Brad started his own restraurant when he was 22. Propz! I like him. He definitely knows how to cook. YAY!
The first thing that Serena says is "I have no culinary education". Uh, not the best opening line for a food reality show. But she covers nicely when she follows with "but I have very strong women in my family to taught me how to cook just about everything". She has a really cute accent.
Das says he would make a show for guys who can't cook. AMEN I VOTE FOR DAS! I mean, uh, well, that's nice. :D But he seems a little cocky--I don't know if I officially like him yet.
Aria is next. I LOVE HER! She is so nice and cognizent and just...cute. And she has a 3-year-old son!
The First Challenge (Mini-Challenge)
The Cooking Session
So, the first challenge is to "Put yourself on a plate". You know, "if you were food, what would you be?" After the finalists quit marveling at the new kitchen and at Giada (I hate Giada) and Bobby Flay (I like his cooking but he's a little annoying on TV), and Susie Fogelson they begin the challenge. Oh, and there was Bob Tuschman too. He looks like the kind of guy who would be found in the Capitol building--middle-aged, average-looking white guy.
The finalists have 45 minutes to use chicken and potatoes to make a dish that describes them. Pretty basic ingredients, so I expect good things from these people (except maybe Brianna).
Brad put on a hat. He's awesome. Herb is looking very energetic. He really wants to make something "fun and exciting". That's good. Tom (who will now be reffered to as Seth) was going to make Gnocchi (i think that's a stuffed Italian pasta), but he didn't have enough time so he made a hash brown instead. Nice recovery. Basically, nothing noteworthy happens during the cooking session other than that Dzintura utters some corny phrases like "Yummy, yummy in my little tummy!"
The Judging Session
The finalists have 30 seconds to tell the judges and the camera why their dish represents them.
Aria comes first. When she first comes out shes all like "and the selection commitee is right there just sitting there watching". I'm thinking like "uh, DUH!" But she regained my respect during the camera 30-seconds. She's bright, cute, engaging, and perfect. Also, her dish was good.
Doreen was next. She totally failed. Several word mess-ups and stuttering. Then, the cameraman tells her to stretch because she still has, like, 10 seconds left. And she says "...um, and I just love butter--*timer beeps*". It sounded terrible. I actually flinched. The judges felt that the dish didn't even represent her.
Next up: Herb. His dish looks like a quesedilla with its guts spilled out. He made a cute comment: "and I put cilantro on it because I'm like cilantro; either you like me or you don't". Well, that was decent. Susie Fo like him a lot. So did the rest of the Selection Committe (SC).
Seth gives a false start for the camera, asks to start over, and doesn't get to start over. He was at a loss for words, so he was very low-key. I agree with the judges when they said that he looked like he didn't even wanna be there. His dish was just okay.
Dzint kept rambling on trying to find something meaningful to say. And then can't find her way off the set. But her dish was really good.
Serena was shaking as she approached the set. She stuttered, talked really fast, and was really nervous; but she had good food.
Das' chicken was raw, and his camera presentation was painful to watch. ouch.
Aarti's chicken was raw too, but she sold her dish to the camera nicely (i just had a vision of a money-toting camera). She was confident, sweet, and funny. "My mantra is "I don't care what your momma said, play with your food". " It made sense for her to say that because she did an Indian spin on a classic roasted chicken.
Paul was really boring. That's it about him. (oh, yeah his dish sucked)
Brianna had a stupid name (sticky-chicky in a little piggy?) and kinda failed at the end.
Brad got nervous in front of the camera. I felt that he was a little stiff.
Alexis was really monotonous. I don't remember a word he said. Giada thought he was timid and wanted to give him a hug.
The Verdict:
Das got reprimanded cus he sucked, and Seth was told to be more enthusiastic.
Herb won. He was good, but I like Aarti's camera time better. Aria was second place. She was really good, and I liked her better than Herb. But, it was probably Herb's food that let him win over her.
The Second Challenge (Star Challenge)
Cooking Session
The finalists have to shoot their first promo for their would-be show, and this is the first part of a two-part challenge. Andy Fickman is going to coach them, help them write a script and blah blah blah.
I'm not even going to bother listing their promos. They almost all sucked. And looked really stupid. I'm disappointed in the Food Network. The only one who did any good was Aria. I REALLY LIKE HER! And Aarti was alright. But everyone else really stunk.
The second part entailed the finalists cooking for Wolfgang Puck (except they didn't know it was him). They had to pick teams, and assign courses. I really hated this section of TNFNS (pronounced "tunfuns"). It was so boring. Nothing interesting happened.
That is, until Dzint got an inflamed tear duct! YES! Some action, finally! I mean, uh, I feel really bad for Dzint. She went to the hopistal. She had to make the dessert. Dessert is important. Oh, and Brianna totally dissed Dzint cus she went to the hospital; not like she had a choice! I mentally called her a not-nice word. And smiled. Seth was being (not-nice word) too, even though he made Dzint's dessert, a complicated lemon dessert.
The Judging Session
Aria ROCKED. Paul phailed. Brianna phailed. Aarti ROCKED. Seth did pretty good. Dzint's lemon savignon sucked (and she said "it's like putting your egg into somone else's womb"...awkward) but it's okay cus she didn't really make it. Herb did push-ups (literally). Wolfgang hated Doreen's promo and her dish. Das tried too hard to be "a cool guy". Brad ROCKED (even though he didn't realize it). Serena did pretty good. Alexis phay-YULD major (Wolfgang said that his wife would divorce him if he made such horrible food).
Evaluation (where they're in the imposing looking room)
Are you bored yet? I am. *sigh*
Grey Team (they won):
Dzint: Seth and Brianna were being (not-nice word) towards her. She needs to be more natural.
Aria: Shes perfect.
Brianna: She sucks (IMHO).
Paul (I-already-know-I'm-gonna-win-this-Paul): HORRIBLE.
Seth (Tom): Needs to be a little more serious
Aarti: Was scared that Bobby was gonna hate her food, but he really likes it.
Black Team (they lost):
Herb: Did alright, but needs to be more natural in front of the camera.
Doreen: Needs to get rid of the whipped-dog attitude
Serena: Fake
Alexis: Needs to work on his cooking and camera skills
Brad: ROCKS! (but needs to work on his camera skillz)
Das: Too fake. Me and the judges hate the "too cool for school" personality.
Elimination!
The judges were all dramatic while elimination someone. Like "Alexis, Doreen, only one of you can move on". Like, uh, THEY KNOW! And how they say "We're sorry" when they leave. If you're sorry, why'd you eliminate them? Anyway, Alexis was eliminated. YES! I agree with this decision because Alexis is my least favorite and he can't cook anyway.
My Final Thoughts
Well, I think that Tunfuns used to be more interesting. The "stars" are so one-dimensional and wannabe-ish that I am annoyed and disappointed. Maybe it'll get better as more episodes come out, but this was a pretty bad season premiere. It was way too over-advertised as well.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Another post. This time I wrote it. MY FIRST REJECTED POST!
I kinda like this "rejected post" thing. This is a post I (wakwy) wrote a while ago. I sent it to Miss Marm at Sparknotes and never heard back. She must have really hated it.
What It's Like to Live In...Detroit, MI
Hey Sparklers! Since Sparknotes has now started a series about the hometowns of Sparklers everywhere (no matter how boring, editors stress), I decided to write a post about the most boring place on earth (other than prison): Detroit.
First of all, you need to know how the area's divided. There's two parts: Detroit City and Metro Detroit. Detroit City is the inner city--where all the tall buildings and scary alleys are. It's divided into four parts: The East Side, The West Side, The North Side, and the South side (not too hard to remember). All are considered "scary neighborhoods, where all the gangsters live". It's actually not that bad, but you can't really blame the rich suburban kids; they've probably never even been to the inner city.
Metro Detroit is all the suburbs around the inner city. Metro D is divided into 3 parts: "Over by Southfield," "Over by Bloomfield Hills," and "Over by Troy" (where I live). Though there are plenty of places to hang out around in the inner city, I'll focus on the ones in Metro D that I'm more familiar with:
The Mall: It's a pretty big mall--three miles worth of square footage. It's got all our favorite restaurants, book stores, clothing shops, and everything else you need to be set for life (Stir Crazy, anyone?)
The Waterpark: It's not that big, but it's got the basics: A huge wavepool, a few "big people slides" (as my little sibs have dubbed them), and a kiddie area that's so awesome more teenagers play there than little kids (or maybe it's just my friends...)
The Tigers Stadium: Not that the Tigers ever win anything, but it's still fun to watch a baseball game whether your team wins or not (I ought to know)
The Palace of Auburn Hills: Where Detroit's basketball team plays, and the biggest event venue in Detroit, Metro Detroit, and surrounding areas. All major tours in Michigan stop by the Palace.
The Library of Troy: It's so big, we held a "hide-and-seek" competition with 13 people, and it took 1 hour to find everyone. And it's recognized as the best library in Detroit (both parts).
Motown: I really don't know why it's so popular, but everyone here over the age to 30 thinks it's a really big deal, so I thought I'd mention it.
Sadly, my post definitely won't top the one about Tanzania (lucky Sparkler), but I still like living here.
What It's Like to Live In...Detroit, MI
Hey Sparklers! Since Sparknotes has now started a series about the hometowns of Sparklers everywhere (no matter how boring, editors stress), I decided to write a post about the most boring place on earth (other than prison): Detroit.
First of all, you need to know how the area's divided. There's two parts: Detroit City and Metro Detroit. Detroit City is the inner city--where all the tall buildings and scary alleys are. It's divided into four parts: The East Side, The West Side, The North Side, and the South side (not too hard to remember). All are considered "scary neighborhoods, where all the gangsters live". It's actually not that bad, but you can't really blame the rich suburban kids; they've probably never even been to the inner city.
Metro Detroit is all the suburbs around the inner city. Metro D is divided into 3 parts: "Over by Southfield," "Over by Bloomfield Hills," and "Over by Troy" (where I live). Though there are plenty of places to hang out around in the inner city, I'll focus on the ones in Metro D that I'm more familiar with:
The Mall: It's a pretty big mall--three miles worth of square footage. It's got all our favorite restaurants, book stores, clothing shops, and everything else you need to be set for life (Stir Crazy, anyone?)
The Waterpark: It's not that big, but it's got the basics: A huge wavepool, a few "big people slides" (as my little sibs have dubbed them), and a kiddie area that's so awesome more teenagers play there than little kids (or maybe it's just my friends...)
The Tigers Stadium: Not that the Tigers ever win anything, but it's still fun to watch a baseball game whether your team wins or not (I ought to know)
The Palace of Auburn Hills: Where Detroit's basketball team plays, and the biggest event venue in Detroit, Metro Detroit, and surrounding areas. All major tours in Michigan stop by the Palace.
The Library of Troy: It's so big, we held a "hide-and-seek" competition with 13 people, and it took 1 hour to find everyone. And it's recognized as the best library in Detroit (both parts).
Motown: I really don't know why it's so popular, but everyone here over the age to 30 thinks it's a really big deal, so I thought I'd mention it.
Sadly, my post definitely won't top the one about Tanzania (lucky Sparkler), but I still like living here.
Another Rejected Sparknotes Post
Well, it seems as if me and my crew just keep getting posts rejected. Either we're really bad authors or just really clique-ish. Dang...anyway, Murtagh963 wrote a post that got rejected because it doesn't apply to everyone. So I'm publishing it here. :D *feels like a rebel*
Blogging Facebook
Facebook. The only website that makes you procrastinate more than Sparknotes (but Sparknotes is a study site, so it's okay to procrastinate here :D). I recently got a Facebook (like, finally!) and I don't understand it at all. Frankly, a lot about it is annoying. This is my thought process as I check my wall, posts, friends status updates, pokes, group invitations, and game invitations:
2:30: Beginning of my free time on the computer (the one where I'm supposed to be goofing off, not the one where I goof off while I'm supposed to be studying). I log into my email, where I am assaulted by 43 or more Facebook notifications. Anyone know how to turn that off?
2:31: Delete all emails from Facebook.
2:32: Log into Facebook. 3 people have sent me flairs, including one that says "There is no 'I' in 'Team', there is a 'u' in 'stupid', and there is a 'me' in 'awesome'". Ponder whether they mean that I'm stupid or if they just thought that was funny.
2:33: Ask the Person A on their wall if they think I'm stupid.
2:34 Decide that Person A thinks I'm stupid, and poke them. Laugh at the message "You are about to poke Person A. They will be notified on their home page."
2:34:30: Take deep satisfaction in the poke. >:)
2:35: Browse through my new feed, like new groups, add friends (even people I hate), and add Flair to my collection (I have an unhealthy obsession with Flair).
2:43: See that Person A has poked me back. Poke them again
2:44: Ask another friend to poke Person A. Person B gladly pokes her.
2:45: I see that Person A has posted on my wall that they think I am stupid.
2:46: Attempt to poke them again, and see that they haven't poked me yet, so I can't. Frown.
2:47: See the ads in the side-thing. Get annoyed. What if I don't want to "Become a Warrior?" You should at least be asking me nicely, not ordering me to play your stupid game.
2:47:50: Notice game invitation to Treasure Isle. Wonder if it's as bad as Farmville.
2:55: Yup. It's almost worse than Farmville. It keeps wanting me to share treasure with my friends. And fruit. What if I'm allergic to fruit? What if I can't come within 10 feet of bananas? (I can't) And why do they have a little animated dude standing under my Treasure Isle notifications that looks nothing like my animated dude?
2:57: Person A has teamed up with Person C. They are poking me and Person B. We fight back.
3:05: I get a FB chat-thing from Person C, saying that we shall poke each other to death. A poking war on the chat-thing ensues (much like Sparknotes Tackle-Hugs, except with pokes).
3:07: Person D joins my side in the poking war
3:08: I leave Person B to hold down the fort while I take a quiz someone sent me. These things are so inaccurate, it's not even funny. And it chose a random person and asked if I wanted to kiss her. It's Person A. And uh, thats my sister...
3:10: Poking war ends. We won. Person D shares some of her stuff from Farmville with us. I graciously accept.
3:15: I recieve a Flair from Person A that says "I hate your guts". Thanks, sissy.
3:17: I comment on the flair like "Why do they say "I hate your guts?" i mean, what can you possibly have against someone's guts? other than gastric problems? People say it means that they hate you from the inside out. If it really means that, they could at least say "they hate my bone marrow" cus thats more inside than guts. Just sayin'..."
3:20: Person A sends me another flair. "You're a dork, but you're my dork, so it's okay". I get this one a lot.
3:21: Log off of Facebook, log into Sparknotes, where things make sense (mostly)
Blogging Facebook
Facebook. The only website that makes you procrastinate more than Sparknotes (but Sparknotes is a study site, so it's okay to procrastinate here :D). I recently got a Facebook (like, finally!) and I don't understand it at all. Frankly, a lot about it is annoying. This is my thought process as I check my wall, posts, friends status updates, pokes, group invitations, and game invitations:
2:30: Beginning of my free time on the computer (the one where I'm supposed to be goofing off, not the one where I goof off while I'm supposed to be studying). I log into my email, where I am assaulted by 43 or more Facebook notifications. Anyone know how to turn that off?
2:31: Delete all emails from Facebook.
2:32: Log into Facebook. 3 people have sent me flairs, including one that says "There is no 'I' in 'Team', there is a 'u' in 'stupid', and there is a 'me' in 'awesome'". Ponder whether they mean that I'm stupid or if they just thought that was funny.
2:33: Ask the Person A on their wall if they think I'm stupid.
2:34 Decide that Person A thinks I'm stupid, and poke them. Laugh at the message "You are about to poke Person A. They will be notified on their home page."
2:34:30: Take deep satisfaction in the poke. >:)
2:35: Browse through my new feed, like new groups, add friends (even people I hate), and add Flair to my collection (I have an unhealthy obsession with Flair).
2:43: See that Person A has poked me back. Poke them again
2:44: Ask another friend to poke Person A. Person B gladly pokes her.
2:45: I see that Person A has posted on my wall that they think I am stupid.
2:46: Attempt to poke them again, and see that they haven't poked me yet, so I can't. Frown.
2:47: See the ads in the side-thing. Get annoyed. What if I don't want to "Become a Warrior?" You should at least be asking me nicely, not ordering me to play your stupid game.
2:47:50: Notice game invitation to Treasure Isle. Wonder if it's as bad as Farmville.
2:55: Yup. It's almost worse than Farmville. It keeps wanting me to share treasure with my friends. And fruit. What if I'm allergic to fruit? What if I can't come within 10 feet of bananas? (I can't) And why do they have a little animated dude standing under my Treasure Isle notifications that looks nothing like my animated dude?
2:57: Person A has teamed up with Person C. They are poking me and Person B. We fight back.
3:05: I get a FB chat-thing from Person C, saying that we shall poke each other to death. A poking war on the chat-thing ensues (much like Sparknotes Tackle-Hugs, except with pokes).
3:07: Person D joins my side in the poking war
3:08: I leave Person B to hold down the fort while I take a quiz someone sent me. These things are so inaccurate, it's not even funny. And it chose a random person and asked if I wanted to kiss her. It's Person A. And uh, thats my sister...
3:10: Poking war ends. We won. Person D shares some of her stuff from Farmville with us. I graciously accept.
3:15: I recieve a Flair from Person A that says "I hate your guts". Thanks, sissy.
3:17: I comment on the flair like "Why do they say "I hate your guts?" i mean, what can you possibly have against someone's guts? other than gastric problems? People say it means that they hate you from the inside out. If it really means that, they could at least say "they hate my bone marrow" cus thats more inside than guts. Just sayin'..."
3:20: Person A sends me another flair. "You're a dork, but you're my dork, so it's okay". I get this one a lot.
3:21: Log off of Facebook, log into Sparknotes, where things make sense (mostly)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Ish sorry...
Omg first I want to say that I am SO sorry for taking forever about posting. *takes beatings* There was a lot going on, and I didn't have time to post or read new posts. In fact, this'll be probably the only post for at least a week, since I'm going to Florida next week. But, in hopeful recompense for your anxious waiting (cus i know you've been waiting anxiously :P), I've written a post for yall. Actually, it's co-written. I sent it into Sparknotes, but they didn't publish it because they didn't want people to feel left out. I agree :D
Unofficially Official Spark-Titles (based on Open Threads)
Sparklers Wakwy, Princeskander, Murtagh963, Glittermouse963, and Illustrious_Sir_Kyle here! For those of you who don't know, we're a bunch of sparklers who know each other in real life. Lately, we've been on the open threads a lot, and during that time have made many Sparkfriends. Over the course of a few months, we feel like we've gotten to know these people well enough to give them Unofficial Offical Spark-Titles. Just add "Unofficially Official" in front of your title:
MauraderPrincess: Queen of the Open Threads
EVERYONE knows Kevin on the OTs! And she's rather proficient when it comes to adding to her family tree.
Princeskander: Prince of the Open Threads
Because for some reason, every time he meets someone, they've heard of him.
Hanini_Panini: Teapot
*snicker* We're not going to explain that one :P
Murtagh963: President of Oldies Club
The "Oldies" club is a secret society of sparklers who are over the age of 20. Murtagh (commonly known as "Kenny") is the oldest living sparkler at 23.
Sonic_Girl: Vice President of Oldies Club
Shes ancient. At the ripe old age of 21 (we think), Sonic has been (unknown to her) chosen as the VP of the aforementioned Oldies club.
Zanyzakky: Stalker of Teenagers and Oldies
He made a mistake on his profile and said that he was 40. Creepy pedo...:P
IAmErik: Awesome Hawaiian Dude Who Eats Lunch When I'm Eating Dinner
'Nuf said.
Jackofhearts: Hater of Muffins :P
When we first met him, he was in an argument with Muffinsarejustbetter about whether muffins or cupcakes are better. We agree with muffins. (with the exception of glittermouse, who likes cupcakes)
Straight_Edge_Society: Daughter of the Year
Wakwy and Princeskander adopted Edgey because she asked them to, free of parental responsibility.
Glittermouse963: Aunt Sandy
She's Edgey's Spark-aunt, but gets called "Aunt Sandy" by most people.
XxX_DragonRider_XxX: Maker of Awesome Signs
If you see him on a thread, ask him to make a sign for your name.
Alygirlrockz16: Giver Of Much-Needed Advice Without Having To Wait For Auntie Sparknotes
Uh, that pretty much covers it. Thanks for the times you've helped us, Aly! *e-cookies*
Dan_Bergstein: President of the World
We believe that a world in which Dan Bergsten was president would be a world in which werewolves would be revered as gods, and in which no one worried about tassels on Graduation Day. Who wouldn't want to live in a world like that?
Rebel_of_Nowhere: Vice President of the World
Cus she's just awesome. (and a Spark-lebrity)
Gummybeararmygeneral: Spark-General of Super-secret Army of Gummy Bears That Can Face Nuclear Weapons With Their Bare Paws
That's right, don't mess with the goverment in Sparktopia or else you will be hounded forever by nuclear proof gummy bears.
Skysquirrel417: Spark-Army General of Internet Forces
If you know skwirl, you know what we mean--he is the ULTIMATE starter of Spark-wars in the OT comments. And he usually wins.
Spark_Emily, Robert_Isenberg, and the rest of the Sparkitors: Congress
Our illustrious Sparkitors would totally rule the world and make sure that everyone had decent reading material. And they would probably ban detention. Please?
Wakwy: World President of Pastry
She's making the wedding cakes for our friends' Spark-weddings (crazy stuff happens on the threads).
Illustrious_Sir_Kyle: Peace Ambassador
He stopped us from killing Dragon_Rider. Don't ask.
Unofficially Official Spark-Titles (based on Open Threads)
Sparklers Wakwy, Princeskander, Murtagh963, Glittermouse963, and Illustrious_Sir_Kyle here! For those of you who don't know, we're a bunch of sparklers who know each other in real life. Lately, we've been on the open threads a lot, and during that time have made many Sparkfriends. Over the course of a few months, we feel like we've gotten to know these people well enough to give them Unofficial Offical Spark-Titles. Just add "Unofficially Official" in front of your title:
MauraderPrincess: Queen of the Open Threads
EVERYONE knows Kevin on the OTs! And she's rather proficient when it comes to adding to her family tree.
Princeskander: Prince of the Open Threads
Because for some reason, every time he meets someone, they've heard of him.
Hanini_Panini: Teapot
*snicker* We're not going to explain that one :P
Murtagh963: President of Oldies Club
The "Oldies" club is a secret society of sparklers who are over the age of 20. Murtagh (commonly known as "Kenny") is the oldest living sparkler at 23.
Sonic_Girl: Vice President of Oldies Club
Shes ancient. At the ripe old age of 21 (we think), Sonic has been (unknown to her) chosen as the VP of the aforementioned Oldies club.
Zanyzakky: Stalker of Teenagers and Oldies
He made a mistake on his profile and said that he was 40. Creepy pedo...:P
IAmErik: Awesome Hawaiian Dude Who Eats Lunch When I'm Eating Dinner
'Nuf said.
Jackofhearts: Hater of Muffins :P
When we first met him, he was in an argument with Muffinsarejustbetter about whether muffins or cupcakes are better. We agree with muffins. (with the exception of glittermouse, who likes cupcakes)
Straight_Edge_Society: Daughter of the Year
Wakwy and Princeskander adopted Edgey because she asked them to, free of parental responsibility.
Glittermouse963: Aunt Sandy
She's Edgey's Spark-aunt, but gets called "Aunt Sandy" by most people.
XxX_DragonRider_XxX: Maker of Awesome Signs
If you see him on a thread, ask him to make a sign for your name.
Alygirlrockz16: Giver Of Much-Needed Advice Without Having To Wait For Auntie Sparknotes
Uh, that pretty much covers it. Thanks for the times you've helped us, Aly! *e-cookies*
Dan_Bergstein: President of the World
We believe that a world in which Dan Bergsten was president would be a world in which werewolves would be revered as gods, and in which no one worried about tassels on Graduation Day. Who wouldn't want to live in a world like that?
Rebel_of_Nowhere: Vice President of the World
Cus she's just awesome. (and a Spark-lebrity)
Gummybeararmygeneral: Spark-General of Super-secret Army of Gummy Bears That Can Face Nuclear Weapons With Their Bare Paws
That's right, don't mess with the goverment in Sparktopia or else you will be hounded forever by nuclear proof gummy bears.
Skysquirrel417: Spark-Army General of Internet Forces
If you know skwirl, you know what we mean--he is the ULTIMATE starter of Spark-wars in the OT comments. And he usually wins.
Spark_Emily, Robert_Isenberg, and the rest of the Sparkitors: Congress
Our illustrious Sparkitors would totally rule the world and make sure that everyone had decent reading material. And they would probably ban detention. Please?
Wakwy: World President of Pastry
She's making the wedding cakes for our friends' Spark-weddings (crazy stuff happens on the threads).
Illustrious_Sir_Kyle: Peace Ambassador
He stopped us from killing Dragon_Rider. Don't ask.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Another chapter from my book
This is an edited version of the chapter 7 I sent out on facebook mail. I realized that some parts didn't make sense (due to me writing it at 12am), so I changed them. Btw, iPebbles' character (Aiyamar) and Ari's character (Llare) make their first appearances in this chapter
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 7: My First Day of School
When I realized what I had done, I freaked. I sort of expected a flash of light to come and end my life or something, but apparently I was wrong. Nothing happened. Oh, crap they left me they left me and…HOW DARE THEY LEAVE ME?! Out of nowhere, I felt a rush of pure anger surge out of the deepest parts of my being. I can’t describe it, really. It was so…foreign to me. The next thing I remember is waking up on a cold granite floor in some kind of stone hallway. The cavernous ceilings sparkled with what looked like multi-colored lightning, which reflected off of the silver threads woven between the stones.
“Apparently she was able to get in,” said the stranger. Passed out twice in a day? I’m beating my old record I sarcastically remarked to myself as I sat up and looked at the speaker. He was very tall—close to six and a half feet. He was well-built, with fair skin, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a sparsely freckled face creased by laugh-lines. He didn’t look all that old, but there was something about his eyes. I guess like he had seen a lot. Maybe he had a rough childhood or something I guessed. He’s kinda cute, I snickered to myself.
“Well, thank you for that,” the strange man laughed, ignoring my speculations about his childhood. Oh that’s right, everyone can read my mind, I peevishly reminded myself. “My name is Llare.” Yaira? Interesting…
Yeah, yeah I’m Krystal, nice to meet you and stuff I obliged, still too dizzy from whatever happened to me to talk. I turned to Lorik. He actually looked happy or something. Hitting your head really messes you up, I guess. Kyle laughed from behind me. “Krys, you didn’t hit your head,” he teased Lorik as he helped me to my feet. I leaned on him heavily. It was like my legs weren’t working.
I projected my thoughts to everyone, Lorik in particular. What happened? I demanded. Then, how many times have I asked that today? I wondered. Kyle started to explain, when a passerby interrupted him.
“Ooh, a newbie!” observed the girl. She was small, probably no taller than my scant 5 feet, 2 inches. She had medium-length brown hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail. Her eyes were a warm, honey-brown with little flecks of gold in them.
“Aiyamar, meet Krystal. She’s our newest Energy Classman,” said Llare.
Aiyamar appeared to size me up, and apparently pleased, she extended her hand. Howdy I thought to her as I shook it. All of a sudden, she twisted my arm sharply to the left, causing me to hit my head (again) on the wall. “Be more prepared next time,” she said. My head hurts, I thought, too tired and irritated to think of anything else. Why the heck would she do that? I thought directly at Lorik. She’s just trying to help, he answered. Oh, thanks.
Aiyamar raised her eyebrows. “Well, you should stop thinking so loudly then. It probably isn’t helping your head much,” she laughed. So did you hear what I said to Lorik? I thought at her. “No, my gift isn’t Energy,” she replied.
I thought for a minute. Well, what is it then?
What happened next definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened to me today, but it was definitely more towards the top of the list. Aiyamar literally disappeared into the background. Like, she was there and then she wasn’t. Sight Manipulation, of course I heard from Aiyamar as she un-faded back into sight.
I leaned onto Kyle more. Too much was happening. I can’t take this, I told him. He grunted, then shoved me off onto Llare, who accepted my near-dead weight with ease. “What’s up with my legs?” I asked, my speech slurred slightly. Everyone in the room flinched a little. Huh? Oh everything hurts so bad… “Look, I’m sorry, whatever I did,” I said. Again, everyone’s faces looked a little pained, like they were hearing feedback from a microphone. Krystal, your presence is strong. Try not to talk, as it amplifies your thoughts, advised Llare. What? I did notice that it seemed like whenever someone talked, I heard what they said twice, like an echo.
“She needs rest like, now,” said Kyle. “It’s not good if she passes out again. Besides, it’s almost dinner time,” he finished. I moaned again as pain flared up my legs. Llare scooped me up into his strong arms like he would a small child, and set off down the hallway. I swear I could hear Aiyamar giggling behind us, but I was too tired to care. Sleep, blessed sleep…
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 7: My First Day of School
When I realized what I had done, I freaked. I sort of expected a flash of light to come and end my life or something, but apparently I was wrong. Nothing happened. Oh, crap they left me they left me and…HOW DARE THEY LEAVE ME?! Out of nowhere, I felt a rush of pure anger surge out of the deepest parts of my being. I can’t describe it, really. It was so…foreign to me. The next thing I remember is waking up on a cold granite floor in some kind of stone hallway. The cavernous ceilings sparkled with what looked like multi-colored lightning, which reflected off of the silver threads woven between the stones.
“Apparently she was able to get in,” said the stranger. Passed out twice in a day? I’m beating my old record I sarcastically remarked to myself as I sat up and looked at the speaker. He was very tall—close to six and a half feet. He was well-built, with fair skin, dark brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and a sparsely freckled face creased by laugh-lines. He didn’t look all that old, but there was something about his eyes. I guess like he had seen a lot. Maybe he had a rough childhood or something I guessed. He’s kinda cute, I snickered to myself.
“Well, thank you for that,” the strange man laughed, ignoring my speculations about his childhood. Oh that’s right, everyone can read my mind, I peevishly reminded myself. “My name is Llare.” Yaira? Interesting…
Yeah, yeah I’m Krystal, nice to meet you and stuff I obliged, still too dizzy from whatever happened to me to talk. I turned to Lorik. He actually looked happy or something. Hitting your head really messes you up, I guess. Kyle laughed from behind me. “Krys, you didn’t hit your head,” he teased Lorik as he helped me to my feet. I leaned on him heavily. It was like my legs weren’t working.
I projected my thoughts to everyone, Lorik in particular. What happened? I demanded. Then, how many times have I asked that today? I wondered. Kyle started to explain, when a passerby interrupted him.
“Ooh, a newbie!” observed the girl. She was small, probably no taller than my scant 5 feet, 2 inches. She had medium-length brown hair pulled back into a sensible ponytail. Her eyes were a warm, honey-brown with little flecks of gold in them.
“Aiyamar, meet Krystal. She’s our newest Energy Classman,” said Llare.
Aiyamar appeared to size me up, and apparently pleased, she extended her hand. Howdy I thought to her as I shook it. All of a sudden, she twisted my arm sharply to the left, causing me to hit my head (again) on the wall. “Be more prepared next time,” she said. My head hurts, I thought, too tired and irritated to think of anything else. Why the heck would she do that? I thought directly at Lorik. She’s just trying to help, he answered. Oh, thanks.
Aiyamar raised her eyebrows. “Well, you should stop thinking so loudly then. It probably isn’t helping your head much,” she laughed. So did you hear what I said to Lorik? I thought at her. “No, my gift isn’t Energy,” she replied.
I thought for a minute. Well, what is it then?
What happened next definitely wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened to me today, but it was definitely more towards the top of the list. Aiyamar literally disappeared into the background. Like, she was there and then she wasn’t. Sight Manipulation, of course I heard from Aiyamar as she un-faded back into sight.
I leaned onto Kyle more. Too much was happening. I can’t take this, I told him. He grunted, then shoved me off onto Llare, who accepted my near-dead weight with ease. “What’s up with my legs?” I asked, my speech slurred slightly. Everyone in the room flinched a little. Huh? Oh everything hurts so bad… “Look, I’m sorry, whatever I did,” I said. Again, everyone’s faces looked a little pained, like they were hearing feedback from a microphone. Krystal, your presence is strong. Try not to talk, as it amplifies your thoughts, advised Llare. What? I did notice that it seemed like whenever someone talked, I heard what they said twice, like an echo.
“She needs rest like, now,” said Kyle. “It’s not good if she passes out again. Besides, it’s almost dinner time,” he finished. I moaned again as pain flared up my legs. Llare scooped me up into his strong arms like he would a small child, and set off down the hallway. I swear I could hear Aiyamar giggling behind us, but I was too tired to care. Sleep, blessed sleep…
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Chapter 2 of my so far unnamed book
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 2: In Which I Talk To A Stranger
“Nicely done.”
I whirled around to locate the speaker. It was a man. I had never seen him before.
“So?” Yeah, not my best moment of eloquence. The stranger’s mouth lifted slightly at the corners. Or it was the light playing tricks with my poor eyesight, because this guy’s face didn’t look like it had smiled in a long time. I don’t like this guy, I thought to myself as I sized him up.
He was tall, probably a little over six feet. He was young and well-muscled, with ash-blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Pretty cute, actually, but I wasn’t thinking like that at the time. He had a sort of…I don’t know, air about him. Like he was dangerous. To a skinny girl who barely topped 5 feet, that sets off a lot of little red mind-flags.
“So you’ll be able to come with me and your teachers won’t even have a problem with it, Krystal.” Wait, how’d he know my name?
“Look, dude, I can’t go anywhere with you. I have a lot of things to do, you know, homework, cleaning my room, getting far away from creepy guys who inexplicably know my name…”
“Krystal, your name is on your backpack.”
“Oh…well I gotta go. See ya!” Never again would be too soon, I thought as I raced down the hallway and out of the building.
The feeling is mutual, Krystal. But we’ll meet again. My name is Lorick.
That’s what I heard as I exited through the west entrance. But…it was like I didn’t hear it. I just sort of…felt it. I’m just low on nutrition. I need to eat something I decided. Also, What kind of name is Lorick?
Friday, July 30, 2010
A book
Okay so I'm writing a book. Amarantha inspired me to finish a book I've been meaning to write for a couple of years now. So please tell me what you think of the first chapter. Is it too generic? Does my writing style suck? Let me know your honest opinions :D
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
There is a prologue before this chapter, but I haven't written it yet.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author's imagination or are used ficticiously. But any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, just might be on purpose.
Part 1: Yesterday
Chapter 1: I Get An Unexpected Haircut
“Look, I’d love to do this another time, but my schedule’s a little full right now,” I pleaded to the four ridiculously made-up sophomores. For some reason, they had decided to change things up a bit; instead of torturing me after school, we were doing our thing in the deserted cafeteria while I was supposed to be in my Honor Roll history class.
“What happened to your hair?” Tara jeered. “You look like you got into a fight with an electrical outlet—and lost” she continued. The other three girls tittered and oohed at the remark. That’s when she produced a pair of scissors and cut 4 inches off the left side of my hair. I seethed inside, wanting to attack them all; I had just gotten a new dye job! Instead I waited until they were finished having their fun.
Tara was the leader of the so-called “Clique” (formerly called “The Kitties” until the girls reached high school age). This group of snobby, rich brats had made it their life’s work to harass me. I still don’t really know why they chose me. I’m not really pretty, so I’m not a threat to them. And I’m not the ugliest girl either. Unfortunately, the members of the Clique didn’t seem to realize that there were other, better targets. Maybe it has something to do with Chris. Chris befriended me in 5th grade, completely ignoring Tara and her friends. Everyone knows that Tara had (and probably still has) a huge crush on him, though she’d never admit it. Unlike other guys, Chris wanted nothing to do with Tara. I never really understood why—I mean, she is pretty. Long, waist-length hair (the envy of every other girl at school), sparkling green eyes, a slim figure, and something about her that made all the boys go crazy. But it doesn’t really matter anymore; Chris moved out of state last year. But still the Clique chose to make my everyday life miserable.
After the accident in the cafeteria, I used my laptop to hack into the system and excuse myself from school for the rest of the day. What, you’ve never done that? Well, it may have been wrong, but I couldn’t go to any classes looking like that! Besides, I never do it unless I have to. This was simply one of those times.
I closed the laptop down and started down the hall. Just so you know, this is where my life changed. Whether for better or worse, I haven’t yet decided.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Blogging The Next Food Network Star--Episode 1
Hey guys! While they're airing it, I'll be blogging The Next Food Network Star and posting once a week on it. Feel free to watch with me (or not) (Ed note: This post is late because I ran into some issues). This is episode 1, where we first meet the Finalists.
So, Doreen Fong is first. She's Asian, and learned to cook because she didn't like her momma's food. She seems nice; I like her.
Next is Aarti Sequeira. She has a British accent, and grew up in India. She says shes nervous about serving home-cooked meals to "someone like Bobby Flay". She seems really cute; I like her :D
The next guy is--whoa he just came on and the first thing he said is "I already know I'm gonna win this". Ex-ca-yuze ME! And how would you know, pray tell? I don't like this Paul Young. He's irritating and cocky. Yada yada he went to some fancy schools, and blah blah i don't care.
Herb Mesa's next. He says his show would be about food and fitness (thumbs down). He's a stay-at-home dad. And has a cool hat. I guess I like him. He seems really energetic and enthusiastic. A little wierd, but a good kind of wierd.
Ugh. I don't like this next girl. She's all like "I'm sassy, I can be a diva...". Well answer this question: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH FOOD?! I can tell you that Brianna won't be my favorite finalist.
The next guy looks like that dude who played "Mantis" in "Kung-Fu Panda". Seth-something (Regan? Ronald? Ragan?) Tom Pizzica seems cool, go-with-the-flow, easy-going, and just nice in general.
Eww...kay then. Weird reaction-thingeh i just had. I heard a woman's voice and then saw a dude. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he's what I like to refer to as "confused". Nuf said. Anyway, Alexis (yeah) seems like he probably knows how to cook. Unlike Brianna.
DZintura (?) is a little strange, but a cool kinda strange. Like--I'm not gonna bother trying to describe it. I like her.
Brad started his own restraurant when he was 22. Propz! I like him. He definitely knows how to cook. YAY!
The first thing that Serena says is "I have no culinary education". Uh, not the best opening line for a food reality show. But she covers nicely when she follows with "but I have very strong women in my family to taught me how to cook just about everything". She has a really cute accent.
Das says he would make a show for guys who can't cook. AMEN I VOTE FOR DAS! I mean, uh, well, that's nice. :D But he seems a little cocky--I don't know if I officially like him yet.
Aria is next. I LOVE HER! She is so nice and cognizent and just...cute. And she has a 3-year-old son!
The First Challenge (Mini-Challenge)
The Cooking Session
So, the first challenge is to "Put yourself on a plate". You know, "if you were food, what would you be?" After the finalists quit marveling at the new kitchen and at Giada (I hate Giada) and Bobby Flay (I like his cooking but he's a little annoying on TV), and Susie Fogelson they begin the challenge. Oh, and there was Bob Tuschman too. He looks like the kind of guy who would be found in the Capitol building--middle-aged, average-looking white guy.
The finalists have 45 minutes to use chicken and potatoes to make a dish that describes them. Pretty basic ingredients, so I expect good things from these people (except maybe Brianna).
Brad put on a hat. He's awesome. Herb is looking very energetic. He really wants to make something "fun and exciting". That's good. Tom (who will now be reffered to as Seth) was going to make Gnocchi (i think that's a stuffed Italian pasta), but he didn't have enough time so he made a hash brown instead. Nice recovery. Basically, nothing noteworthy happens during the cooking session other than that Dzintura utters some corny phrases like "Yummy, yummy in my little tummy!"
The Judging Session
The finalists have 30 seconds to tell the judges and the camera why their dish represents them.
Aria comes first. When she first comes out shes all like "and the selection commitee is right there just sitting there watching". I'm thinking like "uh, DUH!" But she regained my respect during the camera 30-seconds. She's bright, cute, engaging, and perfect. Also, her dish was good.
Doreen was next. She totally failed. Several word mess-ups and stuttering. Then, the cameraman tells her to stretch because she still has, like, 10 seconds left. And she says "...um, and I just love butter--*timer beeps*". It sounded terrible. I actually flinched. The judges felt that the dish didn't even represent her.
Next up: Herb. His dish looks like a quesedilla with its guts spilled out. He made a cute comment: "and I put cilantro on it because I'm like cilantro; either you like me or you don't". Well, that was decent. Susie Fo like him a lot. So did the rest of the Selection Committe (SC).
Seth gives a false start for the camera, asks to start over, and doesn't get to start over. He was at a loss for words, so he was very low-key. I agree with the judges when they said that he looked like he didn't even wanna be there. His dish was just okay.
Dzint kept rambling on trying to find something meaningful to say. And then can't find her way off the set. But her dish was really good.
Serena was shaking as she approached the set. She stuttered, talked really fast, and was really nervous; but she had good food.
Das' chicken was raw, and his camera presentation was painful to watch. ouch.
Aarti's chicken was raw too, but she sold her dish to the camera nicely (i just had a vision of a money-toting camera). She was confident, sweet, and funny. "My mantra is "I don't care what your momma said, play with your food". " It made sense for her to say that because she did an Indian spin on a classic roasted chicken.
Paul was really boring. That's it about him. (oh, yeah his dish sucked)
Brianna had a stupid name (sticky-chicky in a little piggy?) and kinda failed at the end.
Brad got nervous in front of the camera. I felt that he was a little stiff.
Alexis was really monotonous. I don't remember a word he said. Giada thought he was timid and wanted to give him a hug.
The Verdict:
Das got reprimanded cus he sucked, and Seth was told to be more enthusiastic.
Herb won. He was good, but I like Aarti's camera time better. Aria was second place. She was really good, and I liked her better than Herb. But, it was probably Herb's food that let him win over her.
The Second Challenge (Star Challenge)
Cooking Session
The finalists have to shoot their first promo for their would-be show, and this is the first part of a two-part challenge. Andy Fickman is going to coach them, help them write a script and blah blah blah.
I'm not even going to bother listing their promos. They almost all sucked. And looked really stupid. I'm disappointed in the Food Network. The only one who did any good was Aria. I REALLY LIKE HER! And Aarti was alright. But everyone else really stunk.
The second part entailed the finalists cooking for Wolfgang Puck (except they didn't know it was him). They had to pick teams, and assign courses. I really hated this section of TNFNS (pronounced "tunfuns"). It was so boring. Nothing interesting happened.
That is, until Dzint got an inflamed tear duct! YES! Some action, finally! I mean, uh, I feel really bad for Dzint. She went to the hopistal. She had to make the dessert. Dessert is important. Oh, and Brianna totally dissed Dzint cus she went to the hospital; not like she had a choice! I mentally called her a not-nice word. And smiled. Seth was being (not-nice word) too, even though he made Dzint's dessert, a complicated lemon dessert.
The Judging Session
Aria ROCKED. Paul phailed. Brianna phailed. Aarti ROCKED. Seth did pretty good. Dzint's lemon savignon sucked (and she said "it's like putting your egg into somone else's womb"...awkward) but it's okay cus she didn't really make it. Herb did push-ups (literally). Wolfgang hated Doreen's promo and her dish. Das tried too hard to be "a cool guy". Brad ROCKED (even though he didn't realize it). Serena did pretty good. Alexis phay-YULD major (Wolfgang said that his wife would divorce him if he made such horrible food).
Evaluation (where they're in the imposing looking room)
Are you bored yet? I am. *sigh*
Grey Team (they won):
Dzint: Seth and Brianna were being (not-nice word) towards her. She needs to be more natural.
Aria: Shes perfect.
Brianna: She sucks (IMHO).
Paul (I-already-know-I'm-gonna-win-this-Paul): HORRIBLE.
Seth (Tom): Needs to be a little more serious
Aarti: Was scared that Bobby was gonna hate her food, but he really likes it.
Black Team (they lost):
Herb: Did alright, but needs to be more natural in front of the camera.
Doreen: Needs to get rid of the whipped-dog attitude
Serena: Fake
Alexis: Needs to work on his cooking and camera skills
Brad: ROCKS! (but needs to work on his camera skillz)
Das: Too fake. Me and the judges hate the "too cool for school" personality.
Elimination!
The judges were all dramatic while elimination someone. Like "Alexis, Doreen, only one of you can move on". Like, uh, THEY KNOW! And how they say "We're sorry" when they leave. If you're sorry, why'd you eliminate them? Anyway, Alexis was eliminated. YES! I agree with this decision because Alexis is my least favorite and he can't cook anyway.
My Final Thoughts
Well, I think that Tunfuns used to be more interesting. The "stars" are so one-dimensional and wannabe-ish that I am annoyed and disappointed. Maybe it'll get better as more episodes come out, but this was a pretty bad season premiere. It was way too over-advertised as well.
So, Doreen Fong is first. She's Asian, and learned to cook because she didn't like her momma's food. She seems nice; I like her.
Next is Aarti Sequeira. She has a British accent, and grew up in India. She says shes nervous about serving home-cooked meals to "someone like Bobby Flay". She seems really cute; I like her :D
The next guy is--whoa he just came on and the first thing he said is "I already know I'm gonna win this". Ex-ca-yuze ME! And how would you know, pray tell? I don't like this Paul Young. He's irritating and cocky. Yada yada he went to some fancy schools, and blah blah i don't care.
Herb Mesa's next. He says his show would be about food and fitness (thumbs down). He's a stay-at-home dad. And has a cool hat. I guess I like him. He seems really energetic and enthusiastic. A little wierd, but a good kind of wierd.
Ugh. I don't like this next girl. She's all like "I'm sassy, I can be a diva...". Well answer this question: WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH FOOD?! I can tell you that Brianna won't be my favorite finalist.
The next guy looks like that dude who played "Mantis" in "Kung-Fu Panda". Seth-something (Regan? Ronald? Ragan?) Tom Pizzica seems cool, go-with-the-flow, easy-going, and just nice in general.
Eww...kay then. Weird reaction-thingeh i just had. I heard a woman's voice and then saw a dude. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he's what I like to refer to as "confused". Nuf said. Anyway, Alexis (yeah) seems like he probably knows how to cook. Unlike Brianna.
DZintura (?) is a little strange, but a cool kinda strange. Like--I'm not gonna bother trying to describe it. I like her.
Brad started his own restraurant when he was 22. Propz! I like him. He definitely knows how to cook. YAY!
The first thing that Serena says is "I have no culinary education". Uh, not the best opening line for a food reality show. But she covers nicely when she follows with "but I have very strong women in my family to taught me how to cook just about everything". She has a really cute accent.
Das says he would make a show for guys who can't cook. AMEN I VOTE FOR DAS! I mean, uh, well, that's nice. :D But he seems a little cocky--I don't know if I officially like him yet.
Aria is next. I LOVE HER! She is so nice and cognizent and just...cute. And she has a 3-year-old son!
The First Challenge (Mini-Challenge)
The Cooking Session
So, the first challenge is to "Put yourself on a plate". You know, "if you were food, what would you be?" After the finalists quit marveling at the new kitchen and at Giada (I hate Giada) and Bobby Flay (I like his cooking but he's a little annoying on TV), and Susie Fogelson they begin the challenge. Oh, and there was Bob Tuschman too. He looks like the kind of guy who would be found in the Capitol building--middle-aged, average-looking white guy.
The finalists have 45 minutes to use chicken and potatoes to make a dish that describes them. Pretty basic ingredients, so I expect good things from these people (except maybe Brianna).
Brad put on a hat. He's awesome. Herb is looking very energetic. He really wants to make something "fun and exciting". That's good. Tom (who will now be reffered to as Seth) was going to make Gnocchi (i think that's a stuffed Italian pasta), but he didn't have enough time so he made a hash brown instead. Nice recovery. Basically, nothing noteworthy happens during the cooking session other than that Dzintura utters some corny phrases like "Yummy, yummy in my little tummy!"
The Judging Session
The finalists have 30 seconds to tell the judges and the camera why their dish represents them.
Aria comes first. When she first comes out shes all like "and the selection commitee is right there just sitting there watching". I'm thinking like "uh, DUH!" But she regained my respect during the camera 30-seconds. She's bright, cute, engaging, and perfect. Also, her dish was good.
Doreen was next. She totally failed. Several word mess-ups and stuttering. Then, the cameraman tells her to stretch because she still has, like, 10 seconds left. And she says "...um, and I just love butter--*timer beeps*". It sounded terrible. I actually flinched. The judges felt that the dish didn't even represent her.
Next up: Herb. His dish looks like a quesedilla with its guts spilled out. He made a cute comment: "and I put cilantro on it because I'm like cilantro; either you like me or you don't". Well, that was decent. Susie Fo like him a lot. So did the rest of the Selection Committe (SC).
Seth gives a false start for the camera, asks to start over, and doesn't get to start over. He was at a loss for words, so he was very low-key. I agree with the judges when they said that he looked like he didn't even wanna be there. His dish was just okay.
Dzint kept rambling on trying to find something meaningful to say. And then can't find her way off the set. But her dish was really good.
Serena was shaking as she approached the set. She stuttered, talked really fast, and was really nervous; but she had good food.
Das' chicken was raw, and his camera presentation was painful to watch. ouch.
Aarti's chicken was raw too, but she sold her dish to the camera nicely (i just had a vision of a money-toting camera). She was confident, sweet, and funny. "My mantra is "I don't care what your momma said, play with your food". " It made sense for her to say that because she did an Indian spin on a classic roasted chicken.
Paul was really boring. That's it about him. (oh, yeah his dish sucked)
Brianna had a stupid name (sticky-chicky in a little piggy?) and kinda failed at the end.
Brad got nervous in front of the camera. I felt that he was a little stiff.
Alexis was really monotonous. I don't remember a word he said. Giada thought he was timid and wanted to give him a hug.
The Verdict:
Das got reprimanded cus he sucked, and Seth was told to be more enthusiastic.
Herb won. He was good, but I like Aarti's camera time better. Aria was second place. She was really good, and I liked her better than Herb. But, it was probably Herb's food that let him win over her.
The Second Challenge (Star Challenge)
Cooking Session
The finalists have to shoot their first promo for their would-be show, and this is the first part of a two-part challenge. Andy Fickman is going to coach them, help them write a script and blah blah blah.
I'm not even going to bother listing their promos. They almost all sucked. And looked really stupid. I'm disappointed in the Food Network. The only one who did any good was Aria. I REALLY LIKE HER! And Aarti was alright. But everyone else really stunk.
The second part entailed the finalists cooking for Wolfgang Puck (except they didn't know it was him). They had to pick teams, and assign courses. I really hated this section of TNFNS (pronounced "tunfuns"). It was so boring. Nothing interesting happened.
That is, until Dzint got an inflamed tear duct! YES! Some action, finally! I mean, uh, I feel really bad for Dzint. She went to the hopistal. She had to make the dessert. Dessert is important. Oh, and Brianna totally dissed Dzint cus she went to the hospital; not like she had a choice! I mentally called her a not-nice word. And smiled. Seth was being (not-nice word) too, even though he made Dzint's dessert, a complicated lemon dessert.
The Judging Session
Aria ROCKED. Paul phailed. Brianna phailed. Aarti ROCKED. Seth did pretty good. Dzint's lemon savignon sucked (and she said "it's like putting your egg into somone else's womb"...awkward) but it's okay cus she didn't really make it. Herb did push-ups (literally). Wolfgang hated Doreen's promo and her dish. Das tried too hard to be "a cool guy". Brad ROCKED (even though he didn't realize it). Serena did pretty good. Alexis phay-YULD major (Wolfgang said that his wife would divorce him if he made such horrible food).
Evaluation (where they're in the imposing looking room)
Are you bored yet? I am. *sigh*
Grey Team (they won):
Dzint: Seth and Brianna were being (not-nice word) towards her. She needs to be more natural.
Aria: Shes perfect.
Brianna: She sucks (IMHO).
Paul (I-already-know-I'm-gonna-win-this-Paul): HORRIBLE.
Seth (Tom): Needs to be a little more serious
Aarti: Was scared that Bobby was gonna hate her food, but he really likes it.
Black Team (they lost):
Herb: Did alright, but needs to be more natural in front of the camera.
Doreen: Needs to get rid of the whipped-dog attitude
Serena: Fake
Alexis: Needs to work on his cooking and camera skills
Brad: ROCKS! (but needs to work on his camera skillz)
Das: Too fake. Me and the judges hate the "too cool for school" personality.
Elimination!
The judges were all dramatic while elimination someone. Like "Alexis, Doreen, only one of you can move on". Like, uh, THEY KNOW! And how they say "We're sorry" when they leave. If you're sorry, why'd you eliminate them? Anyway, Alexis was eliminated. YES! I agree with this decision because Alexis is my least favorite and he can't cook anyway.
My Final Thoughts
Well, I think that Tunfuns used to be more interesting. The "stars" are so one-dimensional and wannabe-ish that I am annoyed and disappointed. Maybe it'll get better as more episodes come out, but this was a pretty bad season premiere. It was way too over-advertised as well.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Another post. This time I wrote it. MY FIRST REJECTED POST!
I kinda like this "rejected post" thing. This is a post I (wakwy) wrote a while ago. I sent it to Miss Marm at Sparknotes and never heard back. She must have really hated it.
What It's Like to Live In...Detroit, MI
Hey Sparklers! Since Sparknotes has now started a series about the hometowns of Sparklers everywhere (no matter how boring, editors stress), I decided to write a post about the most boring place on earth (other than prison): Detroit.
First of all, you need to know how the area's divided. There's two parts: Detroit City and Metro Detroit. Detroit City is the inner city--where all the tall buildings and scary alleys are. It's divided into four parts: The East Side, The West Side, The North Side, and the South side (not too hard to remember). All are considered "scary neighborhoods, where all the gangsters live". It's actually not that bad, but you can't really blame the rich suburban kids; they've probably never even been to the inner city.
Metro Detroit is all the suburbs around the inner city. Metro D is divided into 3 parts: "Over by Southfield," "Over by Bloomfield Hills," and "Over by Troy" (where I live). Though there are plenty of places to hang out around in the inner city, I'll focus on the ones in Metro D that I'm more familiar with:
The Mall: It's a pretty big mall--three miles worth of square footage. It's got all our favorite restaurants, book stores, clothing shops, and everything else you need to be set for life (Stir Crazy, anyone?)
The Waterpark: It's not that big, but it's got the basics: A huge wavepool, a few "big people slides" (as my little sibs have dubbed them), and a kiddie area that's so awesome more teenagers play there than little kids (or maybe it's just my friends...)
The Tigers Stadium: Not that the Tigers ever win anything, but it's still fun to watch a baseball game whether your team wins or not (I ought to know)
The Palace of Auburn Hills: Where Detroit's basketball team plays, and the biggest event venue in Detroit, Metro Detroit, and surrounding areas. All major tours in Michigan stop by the Palace.
The Library of Troy: It's so big, we held a "hide-and-seek" competition with 13 people, and it took 1 hour to find everyone. And it's recognized as the best library in Detroit (both parts).
Motown: I really don't know why it's so popular, but everyone here over the age to 30 thinks it's a really big deal, so I thought I'd mention it.
Sadly, my post definitely won't top the one about Tanzania (lucky Sparkler), but I still like living here.
What It's Like to Live In...Detroit, MI
Hey Sparklers! Since Sparknotes has now started a series about the hometowns of Sparklers everywhere (no matter how boring, editors stress), I decided to write a post about the most boring place on earth (other than prison): Detroit.
First of all, you need to know how the area's divided. There's two parts: Detroit City and Metro Detroit. Detroit City is the inner city--where all the tall buildings and scary alleys are. It's divided into four parts: The East Side, The West Side, The North Side, and the South side (not too hard to remember). All are considered "scary neighborhoods, where all the gangsters live". It's actually not that bad, but you can't really blame the rich suburban kids; they've probably never even been to the inner city.
Metro Detroit is all the suburbs around the inner city. Metro D is divided into 3 parts: "Over by Southfield," "Over by Bloomfield Hills," and "Over by Troy" (where I live). Though there are plenty of places to hang out around in the inner city, I'll focus on the ones in Metro D that I'm more familiar with:
The Mall: It's a pretty big mall--three miles worth of square footage. It's got all our favorite restaurants, book stores, clothing shops, and everything else you need to be set for life (Stir Crazy, anyone?)
The Waterpark: It's not that big, but it's got the basics: A huge wavepool, a few "big people slides" (as my little sibs have dubbed them), and a kiddie area that's so awesome more teenagers play there than little kids (or maybe it's just my friends...)
The Tigers Stadium: Not that the Tigers ever win anything, but it's still fun to watch a baseball game whether your team wins or not (I ought to know)
The Palace of Auburn Hills: Where Detroit's basketball team plays, and the biggest event venue in Detroit, Metro Detroit, and surrounding areas. All major tours in Michigan stop by the Palace.
The Library of Troy: It's so big, we held a "hide-and-seek" competition with 13 people, and it took 1 hour to find everyone. And it's recognized as the best library in Detroit (both parts).
Motown: I really don't know why it's so popular, but everyone here over the age to 30 thinks it's a really big deal, so I thought I'd mention it.
Sadly, my post definitely won't top the one about Tanzania (lucky Sparkler), but I still like living here.
Another Rejected Sparknotes Post
Well, it seems as if me and my crew just keep getting posts rejected. Either we're really bad authors or just really clique-ish. Dang...anyway, Murtagh963 wrote a post that got rejected because it doesn't apply to everyone. So I'm publishing it here. :D *feels like a rebel*
Blogging Facebook
Facebook. The only website that makes you procrastinate more than Sparknotes (but Sparknotes is a study site, so it's okay to procrastinate here :D). I recently got a Facebook (like, finally!) and I don't understand it at all. Frankly, a lot about it is annoying. This is my thought process as I check my wall, posts, friends status updates, pokes, group invitations, and game invitations:
2:30: Beginning of my free time on the computer (the one where I'm supposed to be goofing off, not the one where I goof off while I'm supposed to be studying). I log into my email, where I am assaulted by 43 or more Facebook notifications. Anyone know how to turn that off?
2:31: Delete all emails from Facebook.
2:32: Log into Facebook. 3 people have sent me flairs, including one that says "There is no 'I' in 'Team', there is a 'u' in 'stupid', and there is a 'me' in 'awesome'". Ponder whether they mean that I'm stupid or if they just thought that was funny.
2:33: Ask the Person A on their wall if they think I'm stupid.
2:34 Decide that Person A thinks I'm stupid, and poke them. Laugh at the message "You are about to poke Person A. They will be notified on their home page."
2:34:30: Take deep satisfaction in the poke. >:)
2:35: Browse through my new feed, like new groups, add friends (even people I hate), and add Flair to my collection (I have an unhealthy obsession with Flair).
2:43: See that Person A has poked me back. Poke them again
2:44: Ask another friend to poke Person A. Person B gladly pokes her.
2:45: I see that Person A has posted on my wall that they think I am stupid.
2:46: Attempt to poke them again, and see that they haven't poked me yet, so I can't. Frown.
2:47: See the ads in the side-thing. Get annoyed. What if I don't want to "Become a Warrior?" You should at least be asking me nicely, not ordering me to play your stupid game.
2:47:50: Notice game invitation to Treasure Isle. Wonder if it's as bad as Farmville.
2:55: Yup. It's almost worse than Farmville. It keeps wanting me to share treasure with my friends. And fruit. What if I'm allergic to fruit? What if I can't come within 10 feet of bananas? (I can't) And why do they have a little animated dude standing under my Treasure Isle notifications that looks nothing like my animated dude?
2:57: Person A has teamed up with Person C. They are poking me and Person B. We fight back.
3:05: I get a FB chat-thing from Person C, saying that we shall poke each other to death. A poking war on the chat-thing ensues (much like Sparknotes Tackle-Hugs, except with pokes).
3:07: Person D joins my side in the poking war
3:08: I leave Person B to hold down the fort while I take a quiz someone sent me. These things are so inaccurate, it's not even funny. And it chose a random person and asked if I wanted to kiss her. It's Person A. And uh, thats my sister...
3:10: Poking war ends. We won. Person D shares some of her stuff from Farmville with us. I graciously accept.
3:15: I recieve a Flair from Person A that says "I hate your guts". Thanks, sissy.
3:17: I comment on the flair like "Why do they say "I hate your guts?" i mean, what can you possibly have against someone's guts? other than gastric problems? People say it means that they hate you from the inside out. If it really means that, they could at least say "they hate my bone marrow" cus thats more inside than guts. Just sayin'..."
3:20: Person A sends me another flair. "You're a dork, but you're my dork, so it's okay". I get this one a lot.
3:21: Log off of Facebook, log into Sparknotes, where things make sense (mostly)
Blogging Facebook
Facebook. The only website that makes you procrastinate more than Sparknotes (but Sparknotes is a study site, so it's okay to procrastinate here :D). I recently got a Facebook (like, finally!) and I don't understand it at all. Frankly, a lot about it is annoying. This is my thought process as I check my wall, posts, friends status updates, pokes, group invitations, and game invitations:
2:30: Beginning of my free time on the computer (the one where I'm supposed to be goofing off, not the one where I goof off while I'm supposed to be studying). I log into my email, where I am assaulted by 43 or more Facebook notifications. Anyone know how to turn that off?
2:31: Delete all emails from Facebook.
2:32: Log into Facebook. 3 people have sent me flairs, including one that says "There is no 'I' in 'Team', there is a 'u' in 'stupid', and there is a 'me' in 'awesome'". Ponder whether they mean that I'm stupid or if they just thought that was funny.
2:33: Ask the Person A on their wall if they think I'm stupid.
2:34 Decide that Person A thinks I'm stupid, and poke them. Laugh at the message "You are about to poke Person A. They will be notified on their home page."
2:34:30: Take deep satisfaction in the poke. >:)
2:35: Browse through my new feed, like new groups, add friends (even people I hate), and add Flair to my collection (I have an unhealthy obsession with Flair).
2:43: See that Person A has poked me back. Poke them again
2:44: Ask another friend to poke Person A. Person B gladly pokes her.
2:45: I see that Person A has posted on my wall that they think I am stupid.
2:46: Attempt to poke them again, and see that they haven't poked me yet, so I can't. Frown.
2:47: See the ads in the side-thing. Get annoyed. What if I don't want to "Become a Warrior?" You should at least be asking me nicely, not ordering me to play your stupid game.
2:47:50: Notice game invitation to Treasure Isle. Wonder if it's as bad as Farmville.
2:55: Yup. It's almost worse than Farmville. It keeps wanting me to share treasure with my friends. And fruit. What if I'm allergic to fruit? What if I can't come within 10 feet of bananas? (I can't) And why do they have a little animated dude standing under my Treasure Isle notifications that looks nothing like my animated dude?
2:57: Person A has teamed up with Person C. They are poking me and Person B. We fight back.
3:05: I get a FB chat-thing from Person C, saying that we shall poke each other to death. A poking war on the chat-thing ensues (much like Sparknotes Tackle-Hugs, except with pokes).
3:07: Person D joins my side in the poking war
3:08: I leave Person B to hold down the fort while I take a quiz someone sent me. These things are so inaccurate, it's not even funny. And it chose a random person and asked if I wanted to kiss her. It's Person A. And uh, thats my sister...
3:10: Poking war ends. We won. Person D shares some of her stuff from Farmville with us. I graciously accept.
3:15: I recieve a Flair from Person A that says "I hate your guts". Thanks, sissy.
3:17: I comment on the flair like "Why do they say "I hate your guts?" i mean, what can you possibly have against someone's guts? other than gastric problems? People say it means that they hate you from the inside out. If it really means that, they could at least say "they hate my bone marrow" cus thats more inside than guts. Just sayin'..."
3:20: Person A sends me another flair. "You're a dork, but you're my dork, so it's okay". I get this one a lot.
3:21: Log off of Facebook, log into Sparknotes, where things make sense (mostly)
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Ish sorry...
Omg first I want to say that I am SO sorry for taking forever about posting. *takes beatings* There was a lot going on, and I didn't have time to post or read new posts. In fact, this'll be probably the only post for at least a week, since I'm going to Florida next week. But, in hopeful recompense for your anxious waiting (cus i know you've been waiting anxiously :P), I've written a post for yall. Actually, it's co-written. I sent it into Sparknotes, but they didn't publish it because they didn't want people to feel left out. I agree :D
Unofficially Official Spark-Titles (based on Open Threads)
Sparklers Wakwy, Princeskander, Murtagh963, Glittermouse963, and Illustrious_Sir_Kyle here! For those of you who don't know, we're a bunch of sparklers who know each other in real life. Lately, we've been on the open threads a lot, and during that time have made many Sparkfriends. Over the course of a few months, we feel like we've gotten to know these people well enough to give them Unofficial Offical Spark-Titles. Just add "Unofficially Official" in front of your title:
MauraderPrincess: Queen of the Open Threads
EVERYONE knows Kevin on the OTs! And she's rather proficient when it comes to adding to her family tree.
Princeskander: Prince of the Open Threads
Because for some reason, every time he meets someone, they've heard of him.
Hanini_Panini: Teapot
*snicker* We're not going to explain that one :P
Murtagh963: President of Oldies Club
The "Oldies" club is a secret society of sparklers who are over the age of 20. Murtagh (commonly known as "Kenny") is the oldest living sparkler at 23.
Sonic_Girl: Vice President of Oldies Club
Shes ancient. At the ripe old age of 21 (we think), Sonic has been (unknown to her) chosen as the VP of the aforementioned Oldies club.
Zanyzakky: Stalker of Teenagers and Oldies
He made a mistake on his profile and said that he was 40. Creepy pedo...:P
IAmErik: Awesome Hawaiian Dude Who Eats Lunch When I'm Eating Dinner
'Nuf said.
Jackofhearts: Hater of Muffins :P
When we first met him, he was in an argument with Muffinsarejustbetter about whether muffins or cupcakes are better. We agree with muffins. (with the exception of glittermouse, who likes cupcakes)
Straight_Edge_Society: Daughter of the Year
Wakwy and Princeskander adopted Edgey because she asked them to, free of parental responsibility.
Glittermouse963: Aunt Sandy
She's Edgey's Spark-aunt, but gets called "Aunt Sandy" by most people.
XxX_DragonRider_XxX: Maker of Awesome Signs
If you see him on a thread, ask him to make a sign for your name.
Alygirlrockz16: Giver Of Much-Needed Advice Without Having To Wait For Auntie Sparknotes
Uh, that pretty much covers it. Thanks for the times you've helped us, Aly! *e-cookies*
Dan_Bergstein: President of the World
We believe that a world in which Dan Bergsten was president would be a world in which werewolves would be revered as gods, and in which no one worried about tassels on Graduation Day. Who wouldn't want to live in a world like that?
Rebel_of_Nowhere: Vice President of the World
Cus she's just awesome. (and a Spark-lebrity)
Gummybeararmygeneral: Spark-General of Super-secret Army of Gummy Bears That Can Face Nuclear Weapons With Their Bare Paws
That's right, don't mess with the goverment in Sparktopia or else you will be hounded forever by nuclear proof gummy bears.
Skysquirrel417: Spark-Army General of Internet Forces
If you know skwirl, you know what we mean--he is the ULTIMATE starter of Spark-wars in the OT comments. And he usually wins.
Spark_Emily, Robert_Isenberg, and the rest of the Sparkitors: Congress
Our illustrious Sparkitors would totally rule the world and make sure that everyone had decent reading material. And they would probably ban detention. Please?
Wakwy: World President of Pastry
She's making the wedding cakes for our friends' Spark-weddings (crazy stuff happens on the threads).
Illustrious_Sir_Kyle: Peace Ambassador
He stopped us from killing Dragon_Rider. Don't ask.
Unofficially Official Spark-Titles (based on Open Threads)
Sparklers Wakwy, Princeskander, Murtagh963, Glittermouse963, and Illustrious_Sir_Kyle here! For those of you who don't know, we're a bunch of sparklers who know each other in real life. Lately, we've been on the open threads a lot, and during that time have made many Sparkfriends. Over the course of a few months, we feel like we've gotten to know these people well enough to give them Unofficial Offical Spark-Titles. Just add "Unofficially Official" in front of your title:
MauraderPrincess: Queen of the Open Threads
EVERYONE knows Kevin on the OTs! And she's rather proficient when it comes to adding to her family tree.
Princeskander: Prince of the Open Threads
Because for some reason, every time he meets someone, they've heard of him.
Hanini_Panini: Teapot
*snicker* We're not going to explain that one :P
Murtagh963: President of Oldies Club
The "Oldies" club is a secret society of sparklers who are over the age of 20. Murtagh (commonly known as "Kenny") is the oldest living sparkler at 23.
Sonic_Girl: Vice President of Oldies Club
Shes ancient. At the ripe old age of 21 (we think), Sonic has been (unknown to her) chosen as the VP of the aforementioned Oldies club.
Zanyzakky: Stalker of Teenagers and Oldies
He made a mistake on his profile and said that he was 40. Creepy pedo...:P
IAmErik: Awesome Hawaiian Dude Who Eats Lunch When I'm Eating Dinner
'Nuf said.
Jackofhearts: Hater of Muffins :P
When we first met him, he was in an argument with Muffinsarejustbetter about whether muffins or cupcakes are better. We agree with muffins. (with the exception of glittermouse, who likes cupcakes)
Straight_Edge_Society: Daughter of the Year
Wakwy and Princeskander adopted Edgey because she asked them to, free of parental responsibility.
Glittermouse963: Aunt Sandy
She's Edgey's Spark-aunt, but gets called "Aunt Sandy" by most people.
XxX_DragonRider_XxX: Maker of Awesome Signs
If you see him on a thread, ask him to make a sign for your name.
Alygirlrockz16: Giver Of Much-Needed Advice Without Having To Wait For Auntie Sparknotes
Uh, that pretty much covers it. Thanks for the times you've helped us, Aly! *e-cookies*
Dan_Bergstein: President of the World
We believe that a world in which Dan Bergsten was president would be a world in which werewolves would be revered as gods, and in which no one worried about tassels on Graduation Day. Who wouldn't want to live in a world like that?
Rebel_of_Nowhere: Vice President of the World
Cus she's just awesome. (and a Spark-lebrity)
Gummybeararmygeneral: Spark-General of Super-secret Army of Gummy Bears That Can Face Nuclear Weapons With Their Bare Paws
That's right, don't mess with the goverment in Sparktopia or else you will be hounded forever by nuclear proof gummy bears.
Skysquirrel417: Spark-Army General of Internet Forces
If you know skwirl, you know what we mean--he is the ULTIMATE starter of Spark-wars in the OT comments. And he usually wins.
Spark_Emily, Robert_Isenberg, and the rest of the Sparkitors: Congress
Our illustrious Sparkitors would totally rule the world and make sure that everyone had decent reading material. And they would probably ban detention. Please?
Wakwy: World President of Pastry
She's making the wedding cakes for our friends' Spark-weddings (crazy stuff happens on the threads).
Illustrious_Sir_Kyle: Peace Ambassador
He stopped us from killing Dragon_Rider. Don't ask.
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