Humid. Sticky. Hot. It felt as if there was a heater following me around just to make sure that my skin was moist and damp. The air was thick, it was almost as if I was swimming. My skin was constantly producing balls of sweat, dripping down my forehead; arms, legs and, occasionally into my eyes - blinding me. Stalls were squeezed into a giant lot, kiosk after kiosk, where individuals sat waiting to make a living to feed their families. Bright orbs of fire, flickering in multiple colours. Slowly invading my nose are the pungent scents of seafood and dried squid, lingering around me. As I continue to step down the street, I notice an old lady, a beggar. She lays there on the dirty concrete, pleading for something as small as a coin. She wishes for her shell of a body to be filled with an ounce of food. The feeling of guilt rushes through my body and forces down my hand to rifle through my pocket, seek for some coins to place in the bowl next to her. A smile lights up her face, as she hears the sound of the coins hitting the bowl. …show more content…
This makes me feel as if it was day and I was on the beach staring at the waves chasing the little children then disappearing back into the ocean. I snap out of it, realising that I was watching a CD demo of a beach scene selling at 20 baht per disc. Distractions wall to wall, kiosk to kiosk, filled the entire area, waiting for tourists to flood the zone and buy 2 of everything they
Into The Lush Forest The sun had just kissed the hill, giving warm color to the sky, but I was feeling cold. The excitement in my heart was slowly losing its fire. We were lost and I felt alone, lost in the crowd of trees. A cold crowd perhaps. As the three of us walked slowly through the dense forest, our steps made loud noises - crushing the fallen leaves, and the broken twigs.
The heat and humidity pressed onto my skin and . My throat was harsh and dry, desperate for water. I forced myself to admire the surroundings in an attempt to distract myself from my blistered feet and my gaping thirst for water. Feeling light headed, my vision began to blur, trees started to sway vigorously and laggardly began to swirl together into one green blob. I quickly took out my bottle and thirstily slurped the cool water, feeling refreshed and anew.
The one area we haven’t really discussed in detail is the amount of negative space on your walls. Not only do you need to be able to see the wall from floor to ceiling on as much of the wall area as you can, but also you need to be able to see wall space between the pieces that you have hanging. Keep a minimum of four feet of space between large pieces and limit the amount of small pieces you hang. Do not use small pieces as a way to fill in negative space. Negative space is the exact thing you are trying to achieve. You can hang a few small pictures together in a small and tight gallery style. This will allow you to display your favorite family photos without taking up negative space on the walls.
It began in the County Mall food court. Resting at one of the tables after my lunch, I casually glanced around the place. The food court wasn't crowded, and consequently I had no trouble spotting him: a tall, dark, gray-haired man. He caught my gaze, and started walking towards me. As I took in his gaunt frame, his tattered red t-shirt, and the holes in his great sweats, it dawned on me that before me stood a homeless man. Reaching my table, he asked if he could sit down with me but I declined. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and so mumbling a poor excuse and an apology that was probably a few octaves below any decipherable level, and not particularly caring whether the man heard me or not, I got up and walked away. The man called out after me, assuring me that he didn't want money, but rather only someone to talk to. I was rattled by his persistence, and pretending I didn't hear him I quickly walked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
Miss Matrix didn’t think about it as her fingers flew across her laptop keyboard. She connected to different security cameras across the city. She zoomed into the suspected hideouts of the Knucklebugs.
The lighting is bright the sound is loud and the food is good. Suddenly my brain is overwhelmed with distractions. I immediately begin to observe my obscure surroundings. I spot a couch that is empty and for sale, i then proceed to sit down and begin taking notes. I hear noise from all directions while at the same time i am being blasted by big warehouse lights blaring into my eyes like fire. Quickly looking away i ponder how that huge bright, aggressive light started as an idea and had to grow through society is progressing. All of my senses are going at the same time. My nose twitches at the smell of freshly baked bread ,mixed with the toxic smell of raw fish from the deli. The smell of rubber and new clothes seems to engross my
It was another boring day at the medical center. I was just inside cleaning the room to get ready to go home. As I’m locking the door to the operating room, a man comes and knocks on the window and asks if I can have a look at his dog. I unlocked the door and let the patient in. The man that has come into the room, came because his dog was severely ill. The dog had a fever of 37o and looked as dead as a zombie. As I was listening to his heart beat with a stethoscope, the dog bit my arm and made me bleed. I quickly retrieved and held my hand as it was bleeding and looked at the owner. I asked the owner, “How long has your dog been acting like this for?” the owner replied “He has been acting like this for about a week now.” Well unfortunately
The weather wasn't what I expected but it was still nice out. On the way to Chelan I imagined getting a tan and being warm, maybe even too hot. At home it was raining and gray which wasn't a surprise. At first I couldn't wait to get off of the car, but the minute I stepped down I had to get back on right away. The whole summer I worked in 40 degree coolers, and this felt like I was going back. The wind was so cold, it hurt my skin and I was grumpy. Every night we had to put layers of clothes on and huddle together like penguins. During the day the sun was shining, but the breeze was still
“Are you sure I can’t just transfer schools?”. A question I had asked a billion times over. “100%. I promise you, you will be okay”. My mom rubbed my back as my head dropped onto the cold kitchen counter. I didn’t want to hear that I would be okay. I wanted them to let me have my way. “You’re in your last year what difference would it make”. My brother joined the conversation as if someone had asked. I rolled my eyes, letting him know his opinion was being recognized and very neatly filed in the trash bin in my brain. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. My parents were right, I could handle it. I just didn’t want to.
I am always willing to give whether it is money or time.One day when I was volunteering at the hospital I was doing my water ad ice rounds like normal. I walked toward the patient 's door and I knock and second a later I hear someone say, “Come in.” As I enter the room I am welcomed with a smile that belonged to a heavy setting women sitting in a chair that was placed next to her bed, and her feet were propped up . She had lipstick on and her hair was curled. She greeted me with the biggest “HELLO.” She informed me that she had been waiting for a volunteer all day, she asked me,” what is your name” ,and I responded kindly, pointing a my name tag, “ My name is Carrington.” Then I went on to ask if she needed any water or ice,she said,”Yes!” I proceeded to get her a refill, when I returned to her room she said, “ I wish that I had something else for you to do.” She told me to come back later to see if she had anything for me to do. After I left her room the nurses but me to work so by the time a was free it was time for me to leave, so when I did finally return to the patient 's room I told her that I was just coming to say goodbye. To my surprise she was not only her family was in the room as well. She introduced me to her family and we talk for a little while, I finally said, “goodbye” and wished her and her family well. As I walked to my car all I
The delicious smells of fresh Italian foods waft through the air as we look over our menus,
It all started when our overrated adventurer, The Flying Lotus, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the first time it had happened. Feeling scarcely pleased, The Flying Lotus slapped a gerbil, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). A few unsatisfying minutes later, he realized that his beloved invisible cloak was missing! Immediately he called his redheaded stepchild of a 'friend', Lady Wonder. The Flying Lotus had known Lady Wonder for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Lady Wonder was unique. She was attractive though sometimes a little... dimwitted. The Flying Lotus called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
The Swamp As I hopped out of the car to grab my supplies, my shirt was immediately drenched in sweat and humidity. I had arrived at boot camp in Merritt Island, Florida which was to help me prepare for the missions work in the field. While at Boot Camp I learned the value of hard work, how to work better in a team, and how to get along with people that rub me the wrong way. Even though Boot Camp was miserable I still learned a lot I was able to learn the value of hard work at Boot Camp.
I decide that I have done enough pull-ups for today and start walking towards the track. Once I finally get there I realize I forgot my water bottle. Uhhh, this means I have to go back to my room to get my water bottle. Eventually, I get over my exhaustion and start heading back to my room. Hmmm, where did I put it?
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts