In my English class, we are given a set of ten morphs each week to expand our knowledge of root words as the year goes on. As a challenge (and hopefully a way to expand my usage of these roots), I’ve decided to try creating a short story using all the morphs given to us the current week. This post will be my first attempt! The morphs this week are: anim, burs, cogn/gno, corp, culp, hetero, lav/lau, man, neo, and ab. Here goes!

It was the highlight of his high school career. After working tirelessly on his animation for nearly eight months, it was ready to be displayed at the annual film festival. At age seventeen, he made sure to corporify all the issues that hasty teenagers often faced in this modern time; where technology was the bursa of their daily lives. Social media, blogs, viral videos, texting…these were all considered the currency that kept them amused and updated. Our young filmmaker was  widely cognizant in these type of things.  Yet, his creation featured an aberrant, a soft-spoken girl not interested in the treasures of technology. Her passions were painfully heterodox. Books dominated her world and she found no need to immigrate to one where essences of reality would seep in, such as the constantly updated societies of Facebook and Twitter. Her mannerisms clearly expressed her desire for a lavation of the dependence on high-tech Apple devices and the internet. As her peers developed neophilia, she stuck with the traditional, the outdated, the long and forgotten. Indeed, her distaste for the advancing generation made her culpable for her wallflower nature.


I hope that wasn’t too much bore! If it was, at least I did learn a handful of new words. 😉


Band and Waterworld

The most dedicated group I am part of for an abundance of my highschool career is FVRR.

FVRR is short for Fountain Valley Royal Regiment, which is the title for the marching band of my high school. This year’s field show is called “Waterworld (based on the 1995 hit movie),” and it’s a remake of the show the band did back in 1997, in honor of our retiring band director.


I have a few mixed feelings about this show. For one, the uniform is very out of the norm. There is no uniform that makes us look all the some, nor do we have to wear shakos (band hats if you will). Well the shakos aren’t too big of a deal for me since I’m in the front ensemble and play the marimba (big xylophone for those who don’t know what this is). However, the uniforms are just cut up sweatshirts that each member had to individually design by adding rope, shells, and rough looking holes. Being a creative person, this was a fun thing to do but the odd color scheme really threw me off sometimes. We’ve been dubbed pretty hobos if you need an idea of how this uniform is like. Nonetheless, this music is probably the most exciting I’ve played yet. Our last shows were rather dull, but this one really draws in the crowd with its oil drums and tribal look. Needless to say, this season has been the best in my marching band career so far and I’m looking forward to seeing how much we can push this year. There have been some rough spots and unappealing outfits but I know that can’t stop us from having a great show. I guess only time (and judges) can tell…at least I have indoor drumline to look forward to. 🙂

マルモのおきて (Marumo no Okite)

Every Friday in my Japanese class, we’ve been watching the Japanese drama “Marumo no Okite,” with roughly translates to “Marumo’s rules”. It’s an adorable and funny drama, but I just can’t help bawling my eyes out at some scenes (I hope my classmates don’t notice!).


Anyways, this drama revolves around Marumo, a thirty year old man with no experience with children, seven year old twins by the name of Kaoru and Tomoki, and a talking dog named Mook. The twins were meant to live with different relatives after their father died of disease, but Marumo couldn’t bear the idea of them being apart and decided to take them in himself. This really got me thinking…if this ever happened to me, would I take in kids that I hardly know? Fist off, the kids have no blood relation or close friendship with Marumo. Heck, he’s only met them twice before deciding to take them under his care. Even the twin’s uncle believes it to be a burden. Second, it would be really difficult to take care of two kids as a single parent with absolutely no experience in parenting. Just watching the episode where they are enrolled in grade school and have to pay for (expensive!) supplies made me cringe.  A job that was meant to support only oneself would no longer be enough to pay for three people. Honestly, Marumo is pretty insane for taking up this task, but I guess the power of friendship prevails all. Strangely, the father of the twins was just a high school friend of Marumo and they had only recently connected again. Can old friendships really be that powerful? As a junior in high school, I can’t quite say I have any close friends that I would do anything for but hopefully in the future I can a create a strong bond with someone that will always pull through for me. I guess I’ll have to keep watching to see how Marumo manages (I know, I know, it’s just a fictional drama but still!).

Why I Draw

Ever since I was a toddler, drawing was a strong passion of mine. Cartoons such as Pokemon and Sailor Moon inspired me to draw my own characters and I found animations enchanting, especially hand-drawn Disney and Studio Ghibli movies. Often, I would be on the computer, watching videos on how to draw or finding reference pictures to practice with. If such a source was not available, I would just look around the natural world to find inspiration for my next masterpiece. To me, drawing was just a relaxing pastime that let my young mind run wild with as many crayola crayons as I could handle.
By the time I reached middle school, I realized how passionate I was with drawing and began to pursue it a little more seriously. During class, I would try to doodle as much as possible without getting into any trouble with my teachers. In seventh grade, I even collaborated with my cousin to make our own comic. We proudly shared it with our classmates and received several compliments; many of our friends anticipating the arrival of the next chapter. Sadly, that comic is no longer in my possession, as well as many of my other sketches. As I got older, I became more self-conscious of my drawings and tossed or erased all of them; something I regret doing and am currently trying to reverse. Yet at this period of my life, I had graduated from looking at references and was able to use what I’ve learned from videos and books to make drawings straight from my head. I remember being very proud of this skill, and I still am to this day. It enabled me to adjust my characters however I liked and let me use my own imagination to give them distinct features, whether it was hair, eyes, expression, or clothes. These very features were the key to giving my creations life and personality. When I was around twelve or thirteen years old, my parents finally noticed my growing passion for computer-generated drawing and decided to get me my very own tablet.
This graphics tablet opened me to a new world of drawing. It was a small Wacom Bamboo Fun and significantly different from using the classic pen and paper; but I fell in love with this unique medium. Combined with an advanced drawing program, the tablet was a powerful tool. It could mimic graphite, paint, watercolor, pen, airbrush, markers. Virtually any art tool you desired was in your hands, as well as any color imaginable. New techniques were also to be learned, such as the use of layers, pen customization, filter, clipping, and just trying to draw with your eyes focused on the computer screen instead of your hands. It took some time getting use to but after a few months, it felt as if my power to create intensified. My drawings became more vivid and crisp; cleaner and more professional.

Nowadays, I find myself almost too occupied with marching band and AP homework to draw. Yet, when I finally find that precious time to draw, it seems that all my stress goes away. Drawing is no longer just a way to kill time, but an activity that actually helps to channel emotions or take me away to a world of my own.