27 October 2014

The Three Musketeers

Recently I had just finished a production of The Three Musketeers. If things were different, I would still be performing, but I couldn't because of some boundaries blocking me. Dealing with having to drop out (especially since I landed a major) has been real hard for me, and now school has been so hard for me.

My grades are all right, but I'm not happy with my life and how it is right now. I'm steering away from something that is a part of me, and it's like in the Golden Compass by Philip Pullman, when the General Oblation Board was cutting children's dæmons; the part of one's soul that is outside of the body and that takes a form of an animal. It's painful.

Let's leave the angst and talk about how the production went.

There were three people from my last show that I knew, which was great! It made it much easier for me to interact with people, whereas the first time I joined the theatre company, I basically stood in a corner, reading whatever I could scourge to find in our rehearsal space. A majority of everyone else were in middle or high school, because our play was much more mature than our showing counterpart (I won't give the name, but it revolves around furniture and a rose). For the first week of rehearsals, I was silent, but after that, I became super loud and outgoing. 

Everyone there is super sweet and supportive! We are all awkwardly strange in our own ways. One time, I talking to some of my cast members and then all of a sudden, the male leads started to say, "Hey, don't speak! Let's only speak in interpretive dancing." We actually all did, and it was funny! 

Unlike the previous production, this was a dramatic show and there was no singing. Despite my parents saying musicals were better, I stayed with it. I had never been in a dramatic show before and I needed to carve and cultivate my skills. In fact, I was given a small role which appealed to me greatly: I was a "lady friend" of Aramis. The idea of playing a character who was the polar opposite of me just felt refreshing. In other shows, I would always land strange roles-- a grandmother who baked cookies, a narrator who spoke of the Northern Lights, one of the witches from Macbeth, and an evil knight that works for Morgana.

There was still a lot of singing (with the song Rather Be being performed during the show), and, as a bonus, everyone there was completely photogenic! We would end up hacking into each other's phones and spam each other with photos. When we finally got our phones back, we would look at the person all like:

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Surprisingly, I am posting a lot of Pride and Prejudice photos! Now for some actual pictures I took before the actual shows! The four below were all taken on my phone which does not have good lighting and exposure, so bear with me.

 During rehearsals, we all have this habit of drawing with highlighter...

These were my first ever Birthday Oreo cookies, which half of them in the package that were bought had the design part facing inside the cream.

One of my friends from theater. <3 She's now the main major lead in the show that is being rehearsed now.

Now some pictures during our free time! In between shows (some days we have to perform two shows in a row) we would all go to a mall that's several blocks away from our performance theater. Excuse how I keep taking many photos of the backs of a person's head.

Watching as the actor playing the antagonist try to win himself either Beats headphones or a Kindle Fire... hey, innkeeper, your head is there!

The twins and Aramis.

Hi, Innkeeper and Monsieur de Treville! The twins and I have been looking for you all for several hours!

The full cast in the loading dock area,

Um... yeah, there a lot of photos like this of different people posing strangely... :) This is just one of many.

I'm absolutely grateful for working and meeting this lovely cast and hopefully someday, I will have the privilege to work with all of them again. I can't wait to see all of these people on Sunday! We're all going out to watch a movie and possibly, my friends and I will finally host our photo shoot then!

25 October 2014

Winners of the Writing Contest!

Update: This was meant to be published yesterday, but the scheduling of the post went wacky before I left.

Before I go to watch The Maze Runner or Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day with my family, I will go and announce the winners of my writing contest! Today, I really have no excuse if I post this lately, because all I have been doing is stalking the Box Office box all day, as well as watching Once Upon a Time and Legend of Korra. Here are all of those who entered and their beautiful entries! 
Aliah
Morning Kay
Jollygirl
Kat
Lauren
Lizzie
Chloee

I have to tell you that it was very hard for me to choose the winners, because all of you ladies wrote amazingly. But I have to announce a winner. Okay, so in third place, the winner is.... are you ready? Lizzie! Here's her entry!
You looked around to see
As a fall colored leaf fell gently.
Could you make yourself understand
That this land,
Your heart was not meant to be?
You need to leave, to go and see
The places you have dreamed.
Where you stand in this land
Your heart does not belong.
You feel a need to push away
What you have held for so long.
Can it be done? Can you go?
A question burns inside.
If home is where the heart is,
Then you must decide.

Isn't her entry lovely? It's about the choice of either leaving or staying home, and it's something that, I think, everyone will have to make the choice to someday. Great job! :)

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Now for second place. The second place winner is... dun dun dun dun dun dun... Jollygirl!

You.
You hurt everyone. 
Your friends,
Your family,
Yourself,
Your words
they were piercing
And, they didn't go away
staying there 
right there
a scar
forever and ever
And your lies,
they brought you down
as the truth was 
unmasked,
You.
You betrayed 
people
hurt them
for yourself.
Now, 
I see you
biting
at your lip,
Guilt flooding into your
face
in realization of what 
you 
have done. 
There is no way to erase
what
you
did,
You 
can't take it 
back. 
But,
tomorrow,
the sun will rise
again,
a new chance,
hope

Beautiful! Staying positive for the new day. ^.^ Here is your button:

Writing Contest

Now for the first place winner! The first place winner is.... are you ready for this? I can hear the drum rolls... but not from you! Drum roll, please! Dun dun dun dun dun.... Morning Kay!

Dear You
A Short Story by Morning Kay
Dear you,
My mom always tells me that writing something down is better than brooding on it; Writing helps you move on with your life... Especially if you write letters. So, here it goes...
The thing is, you annoy me way too much. I wish you wouldn't follow me around, trying to get me to play pretend... That drives me nuts. You're almost as annoying as my little sister and boy, is she relentless...
So please, go away.

Dear you,
You asked the teacher to change our seats today so that you could sit beside me. I'm a joke now. Everyone knows you're the goofy nerd who likes reading too much and now that you asked to sit by me, people think we're friends.
As if I didn't get beat up enough.
And if that wasn't already bad, you stood up for me! You tried to get those guys to stop picking on me and I just got made fun of more... I'm a guy, you're a girl. You shouldn't be taller than me, smarter than me, or braver than me...
Please, just go away. I don't want to play pretend.

Dear you,
I finally gave in. I played pretend with you, but only because you wanted to play Star Wars! I love Star Wars!
To be completely honest... I had fun. When you asked me if I wanted to come over sometime to watch the movies, I didn't say no. ...And I wasn't lying.

Dear you,
I think we're friends now. At least... that's what you said we were today. I don't know how it happened. At first I hated you, then I tolerated you, and now we play together every day.
I like being around you, so… don't go away.

Dear you,
It's been a long time since we became friends... But not once in that time have I ever seen you cry.
You were crying today.
When I tried to talk to you, you just yelled. When I tried to ask you what was wrong, you just cried harder. I didn't know what else to do, so I just hugged you.
It was all I could give you and I'd like to think it helped.
My mom said yesterday that your dad left, but I’m not so sure what she meant. I wonder... is that why you were crying?

Dear you,
You come over to my house a lot more now that you and your mom are all alone. Now that your dad doesn't read with you, you ask me to.
I don't like to read normally, but with you, I don't mind. We usually only get halfway through the story before you start inserting your own ideas and just make up your own endings.
I think you should just write your own books. I might read those.

Dear you,
It's been a couple of years since I've written. I haven't  had to. I didn’t need to get you off my mind until now.
You've stopped talking to me.
I don't know why... I mean, I know we aren't kids anymore, but I still feel like you should at least tell me if there's something wrong. I hope it's not something I did… I hope that I'm not old news now that we're older and you've made more friends. In fact, you have more friends than I can count. I can't stop thinking about it, but I'm afraid to confront you. I almost feel like we're close enough that I should know... but maybe not close enough for it to be my business.
We are still friends aren't we?
Geez... You're starting to annoy me like you did back when we first met. But this time, please, don’t go away.

Dear you,
He broke your heart yesterday. You know, the reason you stopped talking to me... Yeah, that insecure jerk dumped you!
I figured it out when I saw you crying in the hallway. Obviously, I rushed over to see what was wrong since that was just the second time I had ever seen you cry.  But this time when I asked you what was wrong, you didn’t yell… You were confused. You asked why I should even care.
I laughed at that and told you I was your friend and would always care.
That's when you told me what had happened, and this time, hugging you was not the only thing I could do. Let's just say that when you asked me today what happened to my hand, I didn't smash it in a door like I said... I just haven't had enough experience punching people to know how to do it properly.
Yet something still bothers me about the whole situation... Of course, I care about you, so why would you ask me if I even did? I care... I really do!
You know that, don't you?

Dear you,
We graduated yesterday. We've been going to school together for years... It's where we met and played. It's sad to let it go. I'll go off to college and you'll go off to “write brilliant stories in far off lands”. Yes, the pursuit is quite unrealistic and very... well, you. That's why I'm sure you'll be a success.
You told me we had to keep in touch… So maybe once you're gone, I'll get around to sending these letters.

Dear you,
I read your latest book. I always thought you'd be good at storytelling but this really takes the cake!
I'm sure you're doing well... Even if you don't reply to my letters.  I've written you every day but I only send a sole few. Most letters I write get tucked in with ones like these; The ones I write to keep my mind off of you.
But that's getting harder and harder.
Please, don't go away.

Dear you,
I was starting to get worried... If it weren't for your books coming out, I would've thought you were dead! I haven't gotten a single reply after every letter I sent you. I always wrote it off as a mailing problem or something... But as the years have gone by, I figured you had just moved on. Even still... I wished many times that you would send me something other than silence. I don't have to wish anymore though, because I saw you today in the supermarket.
saw you.
I called your name without thinking it through. I probably should've taken the lack of letters as a sign that you didn't want anything to do with me. I'm glad I didn't.
You were so happy to see me... Your smile is exactly the same but your eyes are full of adventure now. You’re beautiful.
We talked a long while, your arms full of a few gallons of ice cream, which is just like you. It was then that you squealed in a sort of happy realization and pulled two stacks of envelopes from your bag.
All my letters... And all your replies.
You apologized for not sending them but, you had them for me now. You handed them off, saying we should get together soon and I happily agreed. I've read the letters through the whole night in order, and I'm amazed that through all your adventures, you still remembered me. While you've been out finding meaning in your life, exploring the creation of God to its farthest corners, and living your dreams, I've been here writing you letters.
I hope you won't ride me off as mundane now that you've decided to stay for a while. I wish the very best for you... I'm glad I can see your face again.

Dear you,
Your mom told me it would be alright if I...
Well, asked you to marry me.
But I don't know how! I feel like a kid again... I'm so scared of how you'll react. I have this sinking feeling that you'll reject me and that's the last thing I want.
I love you.

Dear you,
You said yes.

Dear you,
I couldn't help but ask you if you missed seeing the world now that we’ve settled down.
“Not at all,” you said, looking up from where you and our kids were playing on the floor. “More than anything, I've missed playing pretend!”
That's funny... So have I. I love you so much.

Dear you,
I'm sure it's hard for you taking care of the kids alone, especially when they're so young and... eccentric. I hope that I can get out of this hospital soon. It sure is boring without seeing your smile all the time and now when I do see you, you're always so sad. But, don't worry... I'll get better soon.
I love you.

Dear you,
I've been in the hospital for longer than I thought... I hope that this won't last for much longer and I have a feeling that it won't...
But not in the way I've been hoping.
I've been thinking about the days when we used to play pretend. I still remember your laughing face. You don't laugh much anymore... But I hope you will. Promise me you will.
Stay strong. I love you.

Dear you,
I read your letter.
Well, I guess that should be plural, shouldn't it? It was a series of entries, but I almost feel like it was just one long letter. The letter of our life.
I have to say... It was fun to read them. I don't know how you'll react when you find out, but... They made me smile.
I think it's about time that I sent a reply.
It's funny... Did you really hate me that much when we were younger? I'm sure I did seem like quite the little pest, huh? I'm just glad that I eventually got through to you. Also... I'm sorry about the times I didn't talk to you, and especially when I went away and didn't send my replies. To be honest... I was afraid to send them. I felt so stupid and inadequate and was afraid of what you might think, but reading these letters of your own, I guess you know the feeling. But nevertheless, I'm sorry for my selfishness and I'm especially sorry for not recognizing your friendship for what it was when you were still with me.
You passed away a year ago. I found this book of letters around that time but didn't read them. I was still too hurt. It's only now that I've gotten around to it.
But...
Now, without you... Well... It's hard. We miss you and... I'm very lonely. I haven't been writing nearly as much. After all, it's no fun playing pretend without you. But I'm staying strong... Just like you asked.
Someone once told me that writing something down was better than brooding on it... That writing helps you move on with your life.
But what if that's not always the case?
What if now I'm writing to remember; to relish in a world where all was perfect but no one even knew it. What if I'm writing to go back to that world of make-believe where children still laugh and play pretend.
Tell me, love... Why would I want to move on from that?
I love you and I miss you.
Wait for me; Don't go away. If you promise me that, I think I'll be alright.
So goodbye for now, my love, my sweet, my friend...
Dear you.

Congratulations! Morning, here is your button!


Writing Contest

And please also give a great big round of applause to AliahKatLauren, and Chloee for their entries too! Please check out all of the participants' blogs; I actually go and read through their blogs from day to day, and they are amazing! But don't leave just yet, because I have a button for all of your runner ups! I made a button for you all, too! :)

Writing Contest

Thank you all so much, guys! Have a great night! Up next: my theater adventures during the production of The Three Musketeers!

19 October 2014

My Feels Are Shaking

Usually I do not go out fangirling about new movies that are coming up on this blog, but since I have such a soft side for animation and I have been pumped about this movie, I can't take it anymore. To celebrate my friend's birthday, we went to go watch the Book of Life (a pretty cool movie, by the way), and one of the trailers that popped up was of this new Disney movie that is coming out. After we finished watching Book of Life, we were talking about the upcoming movies. On November 7th, guess what movie is coming out here in the United States?

(via Google)

Title: BIG HERO 6
Walt Disney Studios
Plot Summary: From Walt Disney Animation Studios, the team behind "Frozen" and "Wreck-It Ralph," comes "Big Hero 6," an action-packed comedy-adventure about the special bond that develops between Baymax, a plus-sized inflatable robot, and prodigy Hiro Hamada. When a devastating event befalls the city of San Fransokyo and catapults Hiro into the midst of danger, he turns to Baymax and his close friends adrenaline junkie Go Go Tomago, neatnik Wasabi, chemistry whiz Honey Lemon and fanboy Fred. Determined to uncover the mystery, Hiro transforms his friends into a band of high-tech heroes called "Big Hero 6."



I'm real excited for it! For one, it actually looks like a great movie-- and I think that besides How To Train Your Dragon 2, it may be tied for number one as one of the best animated features of 2014. This is coming from someone who watched all of the animated movies (not CGI, just animated) western movies in the theaters. I'm getting this great vibe from it, and I'm getting hyped-- but the hype, for now seems pretty underrated.

If the summary makes no sense and it seems like I am speaking Japanese (see what I just did), then I'll explain it a bit more. So the main protaginist is Hiro, a fourteen-year-old robotic genius who lives in San Fransokyo, and he, along with five others, are trying to stop this guy "in a kabuki mask", some for personal reasons, as they say in the trailers. I'll show you the second trailer below; it gives a good overall idea of the story and its plot.


The team, other than Hiro, is looking amazing! But Baymax totally steals the show. He's just so cute in his huge inflatable stomach and-- he's just adorable and sweet! Earlier today I was talking to my brother about dressing up like Baymax for Halloween by painting my face and putting pillows in a garbage bag to make the illusion of the fatness. His slowness totally adds on to his character! He's like a naive little baby (in a good way)! Check him out here:


Now for some GIFs! The first six are via the official movie site, while the rest are from Tumblr! If you do not wish to be spoiled by the movie, DO NOT, I repeat, do not twade through Tumblr for anything relating to this; major spoilers are there online and I had to make sure my poor eyes were no spoiled of the movie. Enjoy!

"Hairy... BABY!" Never fails to amuse me.

Haha, Baymax humor.



This is the movie's main antagonist.


I'm was like Hiro in this GIF when I was using the school bathroom and it won't open during the first day of school... never realized until the fifth day it was one of those swingy doors that you have to push open.






Aw, group picture! So adorable!

I'm also loving this song that the second movie trailer used... it's called "Top of the World", and it's pretty much describing how my life will end up being since theatre is now over. I'll let you interpret it however you wish; I just don't want to talk about it openly right now. :'(


I know I said I would post the writing contest winners but honestly it's been very hard for me to choose a first place, second, and third along with the runner ups because all of them were amazing! Hopefully I can post that by Friday... well, ciao! Haha, I guess if no one comments I guess it will make me look weird... but aren't all fangirling people strange to a degree?


05 October 2014

The Hardships and Amazingness of Being An INFP


During the summer, I posted bits and pieces about Myers-Brigg personality tests (click here, here, or here for more info). My personality type is INFP, and let me tell you, bearing this personality type is probably the hardest things ever because my personality type is tend to be misunderstood. However, there are some pretty cool things about this type, too. Where I got my traits from? I got the Introverted part from my mom, the iNtuitive and Feeling part from both of my parents, and the Perceiving part from my dad.

A bit of an overview of what my personality type is: INFPs are idealists, or "healers". We are always trying to find ways to change the world and make the world the better place. One of the things that I tend to think about when I am waiting to do is ask myself, "What is the meaning of life? What's my purpose here?" Coincidentally, that is one of the things that people of my personality do. If you still don't understand how I act like... think J.R.R. Tolkien, the author of the Lord of the Rings, or Anne of Green Gables. 

Where do I begin with all of the misunderstandings and such?

We are guided by principles and we stand by what we believe in. We fight for things that we truly love, and because of this we can be impractical or altruistic-- this is rather true. Whenever I have to write essays, I will skip dinner, disable my WiFi and stay in front of the computer screen for hours until I get to a stopping point. I work real hard until what I see is done. I'm altruistic. Sometimes, people think that I can be greedy and selfish, but that's only because I want to give back. 

The biggest misunderstanding is that fact that our motives to give back to people or other causes that we fight for are mainly based on the fact that we do it just for that. The things that we do are because of fighting for it-- the purity behind it-- not because we want rewards, fame, or glory. I don't want money. A lot of people don't understand that, and that's what leads to feeling misunderstood. 

Another main factor that leads to feeling isolated is that we aren't trusting of others. If you met me in real life, I wouldn't appear as bubbly and outgoing as I do on my blog-- at first. If you are the sort of person who shares the same ideals and views of important things as I do, then I will open up. That's the reason why I only have a small handful of friends at school and the reason why I tend to make friends faster when I'm outside of school doing things that I have an interest in. There is also this wall between when I talk to people that separates me from them; you can't sense it, but I can. 

Funny, we may not be able to talk to people easily, but we try to understand and help people. 

INFPs, according to what I have read to get a bit more into detail for this post, are supposedly
Images via Google and their respectful owners. From left, clockwise;
J.R.R. Tolkien, Anne Shirley, Audrey Hepburn, and John Lennon. 
brilliant writers, actors, and poets, like John Lennon and Audrey Hepburn. We are also perfectionists. Several days ago I got my grade on an essay that I spent my time working on. My teacher gave me an eight (which is 90%; his grading system is strange) even though I kept telling myself, "I deserve a six! I didn't explain my points well..." As soon as I get back to school, I will ask my teacher about that. I feel as if I'm not a brilliant writer. I don't know if I'll ever reach being as great as J.K. Rowling, C.S. Lewis, Rick Riordan, J.R.R. Tolkien or any other one of the greats, but I will try.

INFPs are passionate, energetic, and of course, idealistic, just as our title claims us to be. When I really want something, I will go up and fight for it. Hard. This may sound really boring at this point, but if I was allowed to make a video of myself and post it or if the room that I am typing this up in is quite, I will be talking about this. Hard. My mouth and voice will literally be strong and my words will be flowing out to the point that I stumble. If I want something in life, I will fight for it.

We hate criticism. I take it personally against me, and it's like a punch to the gut and the head. INFPs also hate fighting or arguments of the sort. That is why, whenever my friends break out into a fight, I have to play peacemaker.

I'm imaginative and a dreamer. If you met me and found me zoning out or if I don't respond to something quickly, it's either because I am thinking in about something or because I am imagining something. I tend to imagine things too much. Like, when I was young, I used to imagine that my friends and I were superheroes (this soon became my first writing piece). This kinds of go along with my idealism; I tend to imagine how things can be, but then I end up extremely disappointed. This is something that happens on a day-to-day basis for me. 

INFPs are creative-- I sing, I dance, I act. And hey, have you seen the new blog design? :) We also like dislike data. For some weird reason, I disagree with this to a degree. Math, at times, can be a comfort to me as much as it can be a discomfort. Yet right now, I am taking Biology, and it is really hard to deal with the data. Besides, the opposite of fact and reason is morality and virtue, and it's just so hard to do something that doesn't stand with me. You know?

Finally, we try to find jobs that are worthy to us, meaning no business jobs that are controlling whatsoever; we are on the other end of the spectrum that no one seems to notice, jobs such as being religious leaders, teachers and even massage therapy. We want to find jobs that are meaningful but don't contradict our virtues. This is my major worry; I am mainly happy when I am helping people or doing things relating to the arts, but I need to find something that I want to do. My family is suggesting going into a financial or medical fields, but it isn't something appeal or something I really could see myself doing. If I am to get a job, I would want something that I can do whole-heartedly.

Being an INFP can be hard. Some days it's better than others, but I don't think I would like to change my personality for a bit. If you want, you can make your own post about the hardships and amazingness of being something-- whether it is a Myers-Brigg personality type or homeschooling, I would love to see it!