Wake Up Call- Journal Entry

Here we go again,
Sunday morning, the day filled with sunshine until dinner starts, when you realize that you still haven't started your project that is due tomorrow.
Monday morning, the worst day possible to wake up to unless there is a professional day or a stat holiday.
Tuesday morning, getting over the post monday depression, but if the day starts off raining it really makes every feel crap once again.
Wednesday morning, ahh..at last the middle of the week only a couple of more days till the weekend, still trying to hang in there.
Thursday morning, getting all excited to wake up because you mistakenly thought it was friday therefore you become sad again because there is one more day till the weekend.
Friday morning, you shout TGIF. The feeling of friday is the best feeling anyone could have unless they have something worse to do on saturday.
Saturday morning, sound a sleep till noon.

Taco Tuesday - Journal Entry

Hi there, the name is Milo. Many individuals know me as the taco kid but you know what they don’t know about me is how I actually formed as a taco. Life as a taco is like a never ending cycle. Lets begin from the step where I was a taco. I started off as a I guess from flour?  My mother never told, but that’s what I’m guessing. From there thats how the outer part of me came along, my shell. Sometimes when I explain to my friends that I started off with a shell, they think that I came from a shell fish family, which is completely false. Anyways, where was I? Oh right! So after that I was put into my “home” which is just a taco de mar box with a bunch of other empty taco shells. I have to admit, sometimes I would feel just a tad uncomfortable just because I feel a little naked without the filling in me, but I guess it doesn’t matter that much because every other shell is going through the same thing. Once we get delivered to our destination I get ready to be thrown out the the big truck that we have been sitting in for the past I don’t even know. The longer we take to get there the better! I love meeting new friends. On the ride there, since every one is so close, like literally, we tell each other horror stories that happened to our ancestors and how they eventually became a soft taco. Its not fun being a soft taco, you really have a disadvantage to everything. Everything that you attepmt to do will cause you to make a tear on your shell. Although many people claim that hard taco shells are more fragile, I would like to beg the differ because in reality we are only fragile when we get toasted, if not we are stale as an old chip sitting on the chair. I personally prefer my friends who are the beef, tomato and lettuce to come fresh from the farmers market. I really dislike those who are like genetically modified to be like five times bigger then the actual shell, which is me. I the shell is what combines everything to become a delicious crunchy taco! Without me there would be never tacos available. We are only a couple blocks away from taco bell now, maybe one day i will end up on your plate on tuesday! Hope to see you then, bye for now.

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The tenderness of the juicy fruit being sliced off the dragon fruit tree. 

The exploding juice out of our mouths after the first juicy bite of this tropical fruit.

The pink rims stains our fingers after scooping the last spoon full of the freshly cut exotic dessert.

The seeds give every bite a delightful crunch along with the melon like texture. 

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The dragons tail never fail to become a gorgeous colour. The vibrant mix of the sunset orange really compliments the yellow that is brighter than a banana. Every "tail" tells a story, depending on how thick, how thin, the texture, the colour. Every little detail will allow you to seek what the dragon does best. This dragon tail happens to be quite the caring one. The curls at the end of the tail represents  flexibility meaning this dragon not only is flexible in movement but is opened to many ideas that are contributed in the dragons den. The thoughts and opinions of others are always welcomed, no idea will be disagreed upon until being heard of. That is the personality of this dragon. 

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The teeny tiny toddlers taught the termites tips to tiptoe to the table.

Is Sharing Really Caring? -Journal Entry

       When you come across a suspicious stranger, perhaps when walking down a dimly-lit street late at night or waiting at a bus stop in the shady side of town, would you tell them which school you attend, your phone number, home address, the names of your friends, and how hard you partied last night? As a matter of fact, many of you do exactly that.
Despite the many stories the press has brought to the newspapers on our morning coffee tables and articles on our laptops, people in our society still don’t understand how one website can tell a stranger everything about your life. Recently we performed an experiment on how many people would accept a friend request from a stranger on facebook. More than five hundred friend requests were accepted on both of the two accounts created, one a male account and the other a female. Scores of people assumed that because they shared several mutual friends with these accounts, it was safe to add them.
This simple yet risky act of pressing a single button gives a stranger access to all your personal information. Whether you posted your phone number somewhere on facebook, took a picture in front of your house with the address visible in the background or posted a photo of yourself in a bikini, this person you know nothing about has access to all of it.
An interesting thing to note is more friend requests were accepted on the female account compared to the male account. Messages received on the male account were noticeably more rude, with accusations that included cussing, and in a few cases, death threats. The male was called insults such as "f**king retard sh*t-head" and was threatened he will be "sh*t in [the] face". On the other hand, people flirted with the female account and tried plan a meeting in person. When the female account created a false story of who she was, people believed her and replied in an apologetic matter "Oh, yeah! Sorry, I don't know why I didn't remember you."
If we are constantly reminded about the danger of the internet, if it is so risky to give strangers access to all the information we carelessly put out there, why do people do it? Is it because they feel the need to have more and more friends on facebook? Is that worth jeopardizing your life for?
It could be anybody behind the computer screen. Be careful who you share personal information with, male or female.

Psychos On The Loose -New Shoot Submission

     "Did you throw the cup!" the short stubby man yelled. It was a breezy summer night on the beach, where the last event of the summer was held at. Everyone was there and had to be there. It was a night that nobody could pass on or ever forget about. One of the most popular was band came in town called, Down With Webster. 

     There were all types of people at the concert, so therefore something crazy was bound to happen. Half way through the concert, their greatest hit and everyones favorite song comes on, people start throwing their cups in air because their lyrics tells us to do so. As the performers were also throwing cups in the air to the audience on the floor and it looked so fun! It was so packed, there were people on the bleachers, filled all the way to the very top. There was no chance for those who were on the bleachers  to be experience the crazy cup throwing party on the floor, so they decided to start something on up from where they were. 

      There were a group of teenagers who were the only ones singing, shouting, screaming and dancing at the top of the bleachers. They were so loud and obnoxious, at one point all the audience on the bleachers weren’t even watching the performers anymore, they were watching those crazy kids! Not only did they get notice, but the band surprising saw them too! The night goes on with everyone having the night of their lives, jamming to the sick tunes. Until one of the wild kids throws a cup of their own, but not to the audience. Just a plastic cup from the concessions, he threw it up in the air and behind his head over a fence. As light as a feather comes down a empty plastic cup. 

      Seconds later, a short stubby security guard comes stomping up the bleachers yelling “who threw the cup!” Everyone was too into the concert, nobody knew what in the world he was talking about. So then of course the boy confessed, he threw it. He got taken away out of the concert, while there were other issues that were way more important and actually needed to be taken care of. There were tons of people who were high, drunk,and even hurt at this event. 

       This security guard thought it was necessary to swear at this innocent kid for throwing an empty cup and threatening to punch him and saying how if he was the father of this kid he would beat the living crap out of him just because this chaotic women decided that it hit her head and ruined her freshly washed locks. She was not only rude, but psychotic. It really made no sense because the cup was empty and a plastic cup was coming down from less than six meter high. She looked like a she just came out of the jail house, yet this security man believed every single thing that she claimed had happen. Not only was the women a psycho but the security guard seemed a bit like a lunatic himself.               

       Unfortunately, this kid was not able to go back to the concert after that and was eventually escorted out of the venue. This kid looked so innocent, nobody would ever believe that he did anything, which he didn’t, in fact some people even thought he was some sort of celebrity because there were two guards walking next to him.