Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Check Out My Book- Jack and Jill by James Patterson



If You cant read the problem & solution,

Problem: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Solution: Alex Cross ends up working with both cases. Jack and Jill worked their way up  to the top of the chain and planned to kill the president. Their plan was a success
and although Alex Cross was not able to stop the execution, Detective Cross figured out that
Jill was Jack’s misstress and worked in the white house. Jack was a CIA agent’s husband.
The CIA agent was the one who planned everything. Jill was left to die as Jack and his wife
got arrested but were murdered in prison. During this time the school killer framed a  fellow military cadet about the local child killings. Detective Cross’s partner, detective Sampson, was tracking the Sojourner Truth killer. Finally the detectives found that the school killer was actually a disturbed 13 year old boy. In the end, Alex Cross undergo
the pressure of solving two important cases.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Journal#12: Fire and Ice

Fire:

- I don't like how there's project after project due. Its really stressing and I feel like I have to work extra hard to maintain an exceptional grade.

- When my partners take forever to post of their essays and wait last minute. It makes me worry when they are procrastinating.

Ice:

- I enjoy to blogging and updating my profile. Its fun and educational all at the same time!

- I love how we do peer commenting on my essays. It helps me to revise better on my blog.

-The air condition rooms!!! I am so glad that we a fortunate enough to have most core classes in a cold class.. I LOVE COLD!! When I talk to my friends that aren't in mene mac, they are fortunate to have at least 1 air conditioned class.

- I like how teachers getting involved with students through blog, have a better communication.

-Last but not LEAST, I enjoy venting..

Final REVISION

The Sacred Chamber

By: Maddie Nguyen


It was finally 4 o'clock. The yellow school bus full of screaming kids dropped me off in front of my house. The rubber tires screeched as smoke trailed from the exhaust pipe. The excessive yelling was faint now, but my head was still throbbing. I took in a deep breath, my eyes half open as the muscles in my shoulders tightened from the stressful day. My heels were sore and raw as I started up the stone pavement pathway that led to an elegant gate. Two white stone lions stared lifelessly at me, It seemed as though the lions were my personal protectors and I was the helpless princess.


Laughing at the fantasy, I felt relief coming home to my house or as I used to call it, my "castle". I took out my keys and kept twisting and turning it until the door finally opened. As I stepped in the house a blast of ice cold air rushed outside. I closed the door behind me and enjoyed the cool air. I shouted out to see if any one was home. There was no reply.


I took off my shoes and let my tensed feet touch the frozen marble floor. I shivered for a brief moment and then made my way to the living room. The living room, which was covered in carpet, was a lot more suitable for my sensitive feet then the frigid floor. I looked around and everything was clean and tidy. The tan sofas looked inviting and the brown pillows on the sofa gave the room an antique but elegant look. A tan marble table under a unique patterned rug pulled the elegant look together. 42 inches of plasma screen hung above the brick fireplace. I ran upstairs to change into a comfortable loose tee and my favorite cotton shorts. Once I changed, I rushed back downstairs .


For a split second I was afraid of being home alone. It was silly, but thats when I rushed into a room in the house that I felt safe in. Out of all the rooms in my house I just wanted to go to the study room where i would usually go in and cuddle with a good book, read, hangout, watch a movie, study, play games and it was also my peaceful place i can go to be alone but feel safe all at the same time.


I turned the golden knob that held its place on the white painted door, anxious to get in. I brought the blanket that laid on the couch just in case. The thermometer besides the door displayed the red needle at 60 degrees. I felt the air numbing my face as I stepped in. My feet sunk into the fluffy white carpet. It was like being on a dream cloud. My tense shoulders were loosened up once I took a big whiff of the familiar cinnamon apple scent. I knew this is where I belong. My study room or what I call my "sacred chamber" resembled who I was. I did all my studies, growing up from immature to mature, and I learned new things everyday from the countless books on the book shelf.


I noticed one of my favorites, Jack and Jill by James Patterson, still on the desk with a bookmark  in between the pages. Pictures of my family were framed and scattered on the creamy walls. In front of me was a game table that could be either turned into air hockey, foosball, poker or pool and I realized that the computer monitor was still on. Everything was exactly the same.


To the right were two beautiful dark mahogany desks. One desk was for the computer and one was to work on. The desks were big... I remembered when I was like 6 years old I would use to play hide and seek with my little sister. So when I went to go hide, I would sneak into the "sacred chamber" and hide in the drawers below the table. Even the drawers were comfortable because I feel asleep in there numerous times. Memories flooded back as I walked in the door. The book shelf was also dark mahogany and the books were organized by height.


I made my way to the big leather chair but came to a stop. I couldn't help but stare out the single window where sunlight poured in. From the window, I could see the backyard filled with green grass and bright flowers that bloom. Banana, pear, papaya, mango, and orange trees surrounded the backyard (my mom has a thing with fruit trees). It was a tropical paradise. The perfect view for (what I consider) the perfect place to be at peace. Sometimes I would catch myself staring out the windows for hours and not even realize it. Daydreaming or I would admire the beauty of the multi colored flowers that bloom. I saw many other things too, like the birds that would fly onto the trees, steal the fruits,and chirp a symphony. Then my 2 dogs would rapidly turned there heads spotting the birds and go off barking. After, they would turned around satisfied at themselves.


I continued walking until I sank down on the big leather chair and let out a big sigh. Life made sense for once and I had this feeling like there’s no one left in the world but me. It was as if an invincible bubble came up once I walked through the door and nothing depressing or irate could walk through. Happiness was now my new best friend. I can hear my own thoughts for once and I can hear it clearly enough to know what I want from myself or what the world has to offer. Confusing thoughts of exams and drama that lingered my mind throughout the day now disappeared. I was having those days where I felt like the whole world was against me and just wanted to see me fall. The emptiness in the chamber was a nice break from the cruel outside and once again I felt like a protected princess in a castle. I rested my head on the seemingly comfortable desk and slowly began to close my eyes because I knew I was safe.


Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Journal #4 Respond to Mrs.S

Dear Mrs. S,

Thank you for commenting on my pre-assessment. I agree that I should elaborate more on the specific situations involving the people, places & actions ect. If I improved on those specific details I also believed that my writing assessment would be better.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Journal#10: Rough Draft


The Sacred Chamber
By: Maddie Nguyen
It was finally 4 o'clock. The yellow school bus dropped me off in front of my house. The rubber tires screeched as smoke trailed from the exhaust pipe. I took a deep breath and smiled as my body began to loosen up from the stressful day. I started up the stone pavement pathway that led its way up to an elegant carved gate. Two white stone lions stared lifelessly at me, I felt as though the lions were my personal protectors. Upon the grass rested a big elderly oak tree that shaded half of the front lawn from the beating sun. I stared at the tree for a moment feeling grateful for the shadow that it cast against the sun. Like the stone lions, I felt as though the "grandpa" tree was my protector. 

 As I opened the gate, I took a glimpse of the front patio. A black table and matching chair set looked lovely on the stone floor. A cherry blossom tree shaded the patio and pink petals covered the floor. I also noticed my mom's hibiscus flowers was along the right side of the white front door. There were red, pink, yellow, and even purple flowers that flourished. Next to the flowers was a stone water fountain. It was so dazzling, especially at night when the twinkling christmas lights are on. Water trickling down from the top fountain, colored flowers blossomed, a radiant cherry blossom tree, matching black patio set, on a stone floor made me feel like I was in one of those romantic italian movies. It was a good place to be alone and reflect on my life.

Coming home to a dull red bricked house was a relief. I never got tired of coming home to my house or as I used to call it, my "castle". I took out my keys and started to turn the lock. I had to keep playing with the keys by twisting and turning too many times until it finally opened. As I stepped in the house a blast of ice cold air rushed outside. I closed the door behind me and enjoyed the cool air. I called out to see if any one was home. There was no reply. 

I quickly took off my shoes and let my warm feet touch the frozen marble floor. I made my way to the living room, which was covered in carpet. It was a break from the frigid floor. I was glad that the AC was still on. Everything was all clean and tidy. The tan sofas looked so inviting and the brown pillows on the sofa gave the room an antique but elegant look. A tan marble table under a unique patterned rug pulled the elegant look together. The colors were relaxing and settle. 42 inches of plasma screen hung above the brick fireplace. The plasma TV yelled out "Turn me on!". I tried my best to disobeyed the demand as I ran upstairs to change into a comfortable loose tee and my favorite cotton shorts. Once I changed, I rushed back downstairs .

For a split second I was afraid of being home alone. It was silly, but I rushed into a room in the house that I felt safe in. Out of all the rooms in my house I just wanted to go to the study room where i would go in and cuddle with a good book, read, hangout, watch a movie, study, play games and it is also my peaceful place i can go to to be alone but feel safe all at the same time.

 I turned the golden knob that held its place on the white painted door, anxious to get in. I brought the blanket that laid on the couch just in case. The thermometer besides the door displayed the red needle at 60 degrees. I felt the air numbing my face as I stepped in. My foot sunk into the fluffy white carpet. It felt like being on a dream cloud. I took a big whiff of the familiar cinnamon apple scent and I knew this is where i belong. My study room or what I call my "sacred chamber" resembled who I was. I did all my studies, growing up from immature to mature, and I learned new things everyday from the countless books on the book shelf. 

I noticed one of my favorites, Jack and Jill by James Patterson, still on the desk with a bookmark  in between the pages. Pictures of my family were framed and scattered on the cream walls. My wooden painting board was covered with splashes of paint and the brushes were set aside for later. In front of me was a game table that could be either turned into air hockey, foosball, poker or pool and I realized that the computer monitor was still on. Everything was exactly the same. 

To the right were two beautiful dark mahogany desks. One desk was for the computer and one was to work on. The desks were big... I remembered when I was like 6 years old I would use to play hide and seek with my little sister. So when I went to go hide, I would sneak into the "sacred chamber" and hide in the drawers below the table. Memories flooded back as I walked in the door. The book shelf was also dark mahogany and the books were organized by height. It seemed like the books were living happily all snugged together. As i made my way to the big leather chair, I couldn't help but stare out the single window where sunlight poured in. From the window, I could see the backyard filled with green grass and bright flowers that bloom. Banana, pear, papaya, mango, and orange trees surrounded the backyard (my mom has a thing with fruit trees). It was like a tropical paradise. The perfect view for (what I consider) the perfect place to be at peace. Sometimes I would catch myself staring out the windows for hours and not even realize it. Daydreaming or I would admire the beauty of the multi colored flowers that bloom. I even noticed the sun glistening on the dew of the grass. I saw many other things too, like the birds that would fly onto the trees, steal the fruits,and  chirp a symphony. Then my 2 dogs would rapidly turned there heads spotting the birds and go off barking. After, they would turned around satisfied at themselves. 

I sank down on the big leather chair and I felt like life made sense for once and I had this feeling like theres no one left in the world but me. It was as if an invincible bubble came up once I walked through the door and nothing depressing or irate could walk through. Happiness was now my new best friend. I can hear my own thoughts for once and I can hear it clearly enough to know what I want from myself or what the world has to offer. Confusing thoughts of exams and drama that lingered my mind throughout the day now disappeared. I was having those days where I felt like the whole world was against me and just wanted to see me fall. The emptiness in the chamber was a nice break from the cruel outside for once I felt like a protected princess in a castle. I rested my head on the seemingly comfortable desk and fell fast asleep.



Journal #9 Wild Meat and the Bully Burgers

Tell why your novel relates to cultural/ethnic roots and identity. Give specific examples from your reading...
I am reading "Wild Meat and the Bully Burgers", it relates to the cultural roots and identity because it talks about a Japanese-American and haole culture. A girl named Lovey  is ashamed of her culture and she would rather be haole. She believes that the haole culture is more sophisticated and thinks that once she becomes haole then she could do more with her life. Like live in a big house or have nice things. Overall "Wild Meat and the Bully Burgers" talks about the cultural differences between japanese and haole. Lovey believes that haole culture will allow her to find her true identity.

Examples from the book:

"Better to have straight blond hair and long Miss America legs and lots of boobs like Ginger Geiger, 'cause, to me, no sense in sending Miss Hawai'i to Atlantic City unless she's haole 'cause she never makes the finals, only Miss Congeniality. She got lots of Aloha Spirit that's why."

"I want a great name. Beckenhauser. Allen. Geiger. Smith. Brown. Cooper. Have a father with a great nickname like Richard-Dick. Rober-Bob. James-Jim. A mother with a great nickname like Debra-Debbie. Cynthia-Cindy. Susan-Sue."

"Live in a house with Dixie cup dispensers, bunk beds with ruffled sheets, bendable straws, rose shaped soap, Lysol, and Pez..... I wanna be Lovey Beth Cole. Mrs. Michael Cole. Wanna marry you, Dennis. Be a Cole. Be a haole. A japanese with a haole last name"

" I dont tell anyone, not even Jerry, how ashamed I am of pidgin English. Ashamed of my mother and father, the food we eat, chicken luau with can spinach and tripe stew. The place we live, down the house lots in the Hicks Homes that all look alike except for the angle of the house from the street. The car we drive, my father's brown Land Rover without the back window. THe clothes we wear, sometimes we have to wear the same pants in the same week and the same shoes until it breaks. Don't have no choice."

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Journal #8 Brainstorming Special Place

HMMMM....
 
I might write about my study room at my house back in Texas... that was where I was raised. Its been almost 3 years now since I moved to hawaii........

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Final REVISION


How to Party Laos Style
 By: Maddie Nguyen

 

As the rising sun peeked up on the horizon, the simmering chicken aroma trailed its way to my room. The smell was strong enough to wake me up from my deep slumber. As the aroma of the chicken broth mixed with a hint of red curry wrapped around my nose, my eyes opened wide quickly and I knew there was going to be a party today.

 

  I  threw back my warm sheets that comforted me all night to make my way to the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth and got dressed, too ecstatic to speak. The wooden floor creaked as I slowly try to descend down the stairs gracefully and trying my hardest not to make a loud noise (a.k.a - trip and fall flat on my face). As I suspected, my mom was there cooking over the steaming hot stove. The fresh cut long bean, mint, purple and green cabbage stood out on the table.  The kitchen was flooded with huge used pots piled in the sink and 3 enormous ones on top of the stove my mom was hovering over. It was just how she liked it (unorganized). 


Aunties, uncles, cousins, friends, grandparents and siblings already crowded the living room waiting as anxiously as I was. As eager as I was, I was disappointed because I knew that the soup wouldn’t be done til 4PM. This would mean I would have to wait nine long dreadful hours. The large group of chattering people distracted me from going into the kitchen. My mouth watered as I was headed to the living room.  Out of no where, the tangy curry and fish sauce aroma hit me like a crashing wave. I was lured into the kitchen instead of the living room. I now remembered why I was up so early, it was to help my mom cook. I watched in amazement as everything in the kitchen came to life. I made my way to ask my mom if she needed any help, and of course I was in charge of shredding the chicken.

  

I peeled the chicken slowly watching the steam came from the tender white meat. Every once and a while I sneaked a little bit for myself... I think I got that habit from my mom. I remember she telling me " When I was little I always helped MY mom shred the chicken just so I can have a little with white rice and soy sauce". So instead of getting of being furious whenever I would try and take some chicken, when I was suppose to be shredding, I would hear a giggle escape her mouth. I kept peeling until there was nothing but a naked bone.


The nine hours slowly leaked by as the kaopuhn mocked me with its spicy and tangy smell. It made me want to eat the entire pot while it still boiled fiercely. Luckily I didn't try to, or the party would have ended with me in the hospital with a bright red, 360 degree tongue burn. 


The sound coming from the television blasted through the speakers as family members continue to chatter the time away and talked about funny memories or random things. Only some people payed attention to the voices coming from the television speakers. Others knew that the T.V was only on for display. Everyone who waited patiently since early morning began to hear a loud rumble echo in there stomach. A ripple effect of rumbling from this one area could be heard from miles away. Even the blasting surrond stereo couldn’t be heard compared to the sounds escaping from all the stomachs in the living room. This was a sign that lunch was done and I watched as a smile spread on everyones faces.

 

My entire family helped set up the table as the once scattered kitchen suddenly became tidy and organized. Everyone gathered around the table and viciously took a bowl for their soup. As I looked around the living room, I saw my family slurping and scarfing down the kaopuhn with eager and satisfied faces. Not one person was not smiling and having a good time. When I finally got my bowl, I took what I could before the 35 gallon pot was no more. 


When I sat down, I only focused on the food. I love the tremendous feeling of the hot soup trickling down my throat. It was like drinking hot coco on a cold day or slurping homemade chicken noodle soup when your sick as can be and all you could think about was the sweet chocolate warmth that comforted you when the weather wasn’t or the happiness you felt when the chicken soup made you feel like the world was finally at ease. That is exactly how comfortable, and at ease I felt once I  began to consume the soup once more. But instead of a sweet or mild taste, there hint of spice and tang that was still on my taste buds as an explosion of flavor erupted in my stomach. The soup was so spicy that just by looking at it, it made my eyes water. One word echoed through my mind “PERFECT”.  The fresh cabbage and long bean gave the soup an extra boost of crunch and texture. Too irresistible to not have seconds... if I had to only choose one food to eat forever it would definitely be ka poon. When my stomach got bloated and I felt as though I'm going to explode in a million pieces, I still couldn't resist the provocative new steaming bowl waiting in the kitchen.



Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Rough Draft ( KaoPuhn)

As the rising sun peeked up on the horizon, the simmering chicken aroma trailed its way to my room. The smell was strong enough to wake me up from my deep slumber. As the aroma of the chicken broth mixed with a hint of red curry wrapped around my nose, my eyes opened wide quickly and I knew there was going to be a party today.
I  threw back my warm sheets that comforted me all night to make my way to the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth and got dressed, too ecstatic to speak. The wooden floor creaked as I raced down the stairs to help my mom cook kaopuhn. As I suspected, my mom was there cooking over the steaming hot stove. The fresh vegetables and other ingredients were all on the table.  The kitchen was flooded with huge used pots piled in the sink and 3 enormous ones on top of the stove my mom was hovering over. It was just how she liked it. 

People already crowded the living room waiting as anxiously as I was. My mouth watered as I now slowly try to descend down the stairs gracefully and trying my hardest not to make a loud noise. I was headed to the living room when the aroma hit me like a crashing wave and lured me in to the kitchen instead remembering why I was up so early. I watched in amazement as everything in the kitchen came to life. I made my way to ask my mom if she needed any help, and of course I was in charge of shredding the chicken.
 
I peeled the chicken slowly watching the steam came from the tender white meat. Every once and a while I sneaked a little bit for myself... I think I got that habit from my mom. I remember she telling me " When I was little I always helped MY mom shred the chicken just so I can have a little with white rice and soysauce". So instead of getting of being furious whenever I would try and take some chicken, when I was suppose to be shredding, I would hear a giggle escape her mouth. I kept peeling until there was nothing but a naked bone.

Hours passed by slowly as the kaopuhn mocked me with its smell, making me want to eat the entire pot while it still boiled fiercely. But luckily I didn't try to. It was merely a fantasy that would soon be fulfilled in a moment.

My family helped set up the table as the once scattered kitchen suddenly became tidy, organized. Everyone gathered around the table and took a bowl for their soup. As I looked around the living room, I saw my family slurping and scarfing down the kaopuhn with eager and satisfied faces. Not one person was not smiling and having a good time. When I finally got my bowl, I took what I could before the 35 gallon pot was no more. 

When I sat down, I only focused on the food. I love the feeling of the hot soup trickling down my throat. A hint of spice and tang still on my taste buds as an explosion of flavor erupts in my stomach. The fresh cabbage and long bean gave the soup an extra boost of crunch and texture. Too irresistible to not have seconds... if I had to only choose one food to eat forever it would definitely be ka poon. When my stomach got bloated and I felt as though i'm going to explode in a million pieces, I still couldn't resist the provokitive new steaming bowl waiting in the kitchen.




(STILL IN THE PROCESS)

Journal#6: Transscript

What are the ingredients:
coconut milk
red curry
whole chicken
ox tail
salt
MSG
shrimp paste
fish sauce
vermicelli noodles
sliced cabbage
long bean
bean sprouts
lemon grass
kefer lime leaf
ginger


  • Bring a pot of salted water to a near-boil, then dunk in the dried rice noodles. Remove pot from heat and press the noodles into the water. Allow noodles to soak.
  • Add broth and bring to a boil.
  • Reduce heat to medium and add the shrimp paste, bean sauce, fish sauce, and tamarind paste, stirring to incorporate. Simmer for 5 minutes.
  • Finally, add the coconut milk. When coconut milk has melted into the broth, do a taste test. This "sauce" should be tangy - a balance of salty and sour - and a little spicy. If not salty enough, add up to 2 Tbsp. fish sauce. If too salty, add a squeeze of lime juice.
  • If too sour, add 1-2 tsp. sugar, or more to taste.
  • Keep soup warm on minimum heat.
  • By now the noodles should be ready. Taste one to make sure it is soft enough to eat. If not, place pot over medium heat until noodles are done. Drain and set aside.
  • To serve, place generous mounds of noodles in serving bowls and ladle soup over top (bowls should be at least 1/3 full of the spicy soup). Now either add the other toppings yourself, or place in bowls and allow guests to add their own.
  • Serve with slices of key lime on the side and fresh vegetables, as well as additional red chilies or chili sauce (for guests who like it extra spicy).
  • ENJOY!!

  • Are there any special memories?
    " I remember always waking up at the crack o dawn to help my mom start cooking the stock, just so she can make me my special breakfast with the chicken stock. The smell of the simmering chicken in the pot would make its way to my room and it would be my wake up call to come down stairs to help my mom. "

    Is there a back ground to this soup?
    "Its a communal party dish, everyone can put their own vegetables and make the soup the way they wanted."

    Are there any stories/experiences from this dish?
    " Everyone always fidgets for the thick, meaty ox tail, but my mom always saved a few pieces in separate bowl just for me."

    What is your favorite part in making this soup?
    "My favorite part would have to be shredding the chicken just so i can have a little on the side with some white rice and soy sauce"

    Is it traditional?
    "I would consider it to be a traditional laotion dish"