Speak: Melinda Sordina is greatly dissatisfied with her life after being raped by a school boy. She deals with it by not speaking to anyone and soon becomes depressed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5h2wg4-jWA&feature=related
"Perfect", by Simple Plan is about a boy dissatisfied with his life because his dad won't give him the credit he deserves. The boys starts to believe he is not good enough for anything or anyone.
"Are You Dissatisfied With Your Life?", an article by Fiona Shearer-Hann.
http://ezinearticles.com/?Are-You-Dissatisfied-With-Your-Life?&id=198741
This article talks about the different kinds of life dissatisfactions. These includes dissatisfaction in relationships, carrers, jobs, family, status, etc. It explains how there is always a way to solve it, but first you must be sure of what you want and need to change in your life and start right away.
martes, 4 de mayo de 2010
miércoles, 28 de abril de 2010
My Dearest Maria Isabel
My love, Maria Isabel,
It's been 8 days since I crossed the U.S border. Not only was it the scariest day of my life, but the longest one, too. I arrived to Austin, Texas and slept the first 3 nights there. I stayed at a shelter ran by past migrants. Two nights ago I arrived to North Carolina. Finally, I thought, the day I will meet my mami after years of not seeing her. You have no idea what this city looks like. It's like I’m in the future. They actually have Jaguars and BMW's roaming around the streets as the ones we used to see in the movies. Yesterday I was walking across the street when I saw this huge sign that read, "We buy ugly houses"! Can you imagine that? If we had that in our country they would have bought our house ten years ago! We'd be rich by now! Then, as I went inside a coffee shop to search for a job, my shelter owner bought me a cup of coffee. Well, I had to find another shelter to sleep in the new state I was at. Anyways, He passed through his credit card and then I realized he lifted up a plastic stick and began to right his signature in a machine. At first I didn't know what the hell he was doing, and even though the pen did not have any ink, you could see his writing begin to appear in the machine! It was magic and I was experiencing it first hand! I was freaked out the first days, mostly in shock, but as the days have gone by I've began to understand that people here are just so freaking awesome! They are super cool, if you ask me. I wish I could be like them. You see, they carry their tiny, groomed dogs in little handbags and their mouths are equipped with natural filters so that they can drink water directly from the faucet without getting any sicknesses. Diego, the shelter owner, gave me some Amish bread and told me it was very special and brought all the way from another state. At first I thought he meant Ashes bread, and didn’t understand why burnt bread was so special, but I had just heard him wrong. Mi niña, your semita with coke is nothing compared to this buen pedazote de pan! I’ve never tasted such a thing. When I called my mom for the first time she began to cry and almost had a heart attack. She felt weird and was taken to the hospital to find out that she had experienced a panic attack. Maybe it was all the emotions she was feeling at once. I went to visit her to the hospital pero pu*a nunca la encontre! I searched every f-ing room for my mom and at last they told me she had gone home again. What did that mean?!! Home in North Carolina, or deported the hell back to Honduras? I had to find out, the latter could not be happening to me, not after almost getting killed in the long, harsh journey to the United. For the next three weeks I was not able to get a job. I had to sleep on the floor and could eat nothing else than a loaf of bread. The fourth week I was tired of everything. I wanted to kill myself everywhere I went. It was worse when an officer announced that my mom was in fact sent backed to her home country. This is the end of everything Maria Isabel. There is no reason for me to keep living, except you and our baby. So I promise you, Maria Isabel, I promise you with my life, that I will try everything to give you and my child money all the way from the country of miracles. I will send you gifts and pay our home back there in Tegus. Some day I will begin the journey again, but this time I will be returning to my barrio, where I belong. Nothing else matters, but you, our baby and our lives together. By then I will be with my mom as well, and my life purpose will be fulfilled.
With hope and love, your Enrique
It's been 8 days since I crossed the U.S border. Not only was it the scariest day of my life, but the longest one, too. I arrived to Austin, Texas and slept the first 3 nights there. I stayed at a shelter ran by past migrants. Two nights ago I arrived to North Carolina. Finally, I thought, the day I will meet my mami after years of not seeing her. You have no idea what this city looks like. It's like I’m in the future. They actually have Jaguars and BMW's roaming around the streets as the ones we used to see in the movies. Yesterday I was walking across the street when I saw this huge sign that read, "We buy ugly houses"! Can you imagine that? If we had that in our country they would have bought our house ten years ago! We'd be rich by now! Then, as I went inside a coffee shop to search for a job, my shelter owner bought me a cup of coffee. Well, I had to find another shelter to sleep in the new state I was at. Anyways, He passed through his credit card and then I realized he lifted up a plastic stick and began to right his signature in a machine. At first I didn't know what the hell he was doing, and even though the pen did not have any ink, you could see his writing begin to appear in the machine! It was magic and I was experiencing it first hand! I was freaked out the first days, mostly in shock, but as the days have gone by I've began to understand that people here are just so freaking awesome! They are super cool, if you ask me. I wish I could be like them. You see, they carry their tiny, groomed dogs in little handbags and their mouths are equipped with natural filters so that they can drink water directly from the faucet without getting any sicknesses. Diego, the shelter owner, gave me some Amish bread and told me it was very special and brought all the way from another state. At first I thought he meant Ashes bread, and didn’t understand why burnt bread was so special, but I had just heard him wrong. Mi niña, your semita with coke is nothing compared to this buen pedazote de pan! I’ve never tasted such a thing. When I called my mom for the first time she began to cry and almost had a heart attack. She felt weird and was taken to the hospital to find out that she had experienced a panic attack. Maybe it was all the emotions she was feeling at once. I went to visit her to the hospital pero pu*a nunca la encontre! I searched every f-ing room for my mom and at last they told me she had gone home again. What did that mean?!! Home in North Carolina, or deported the hell back to Honduras? I had to find out, the latter could not be happening to me, not after almost getting killed in the long, harsh journey to the United. For the next three weeks I was not able to get a job. I had to sleep on the floor and could eat nothing else than a loaf of bread. The fourth week I was tired of everything. I wanted to kill myself everywhere I went. It was worse when an officer announced that my mom was in fact sent backed to her home country. This is the end of everything Maria Isabel. There is no reason for me to keep living, except you and our baby. So I promise you, Maria Isabel, I promise you with my life, that I will try everything to give you and my child money all the way from the country of miracles. I will send you gifts and pay our home back there in Tegus. Some day I will begin the journey again, but this time I will be returning to my barrio, where I belong. Nothing else matters, but you, our baby and our lives together. By then I will be with my mom as well, and my life purpose will be fulfilled.
With hope and love, your Enrique
miércoles, 21 de abril de 2010
Friends from the Journey
Dear Diary,
You know what?? I hate my life as El Brujo. You would think that I am happy because I am about to begin a new life in the United States, but all of it is bulsh**! There is no such thing as achieving the American dream! I am suffering on a daily basis. I can’t stand it anymore. I haven’t eaten in days and I have never been this dissatisfied with my life. When I am finally able to buy some pieces of old bread in the market, my mara, who are supposed to be like my family, assault me and rob every piece of it. As if it was not enough they end up threatening me that if I don’t buy them more food in the next 24 hours, they will turn me over to la Mara 18 and give them the pleasure to kill me. I tried to escape once and I only ended up in more trouble, you know this sh** is driving me crazy! My mom once told me to follow my dreams and that I was capable of becoming an honorable man in my life. Look where I’ve ended. What would she think of me!? She’s dead now because my father killed her after he found out she was having an affair with her boss. I know it’s not something to be proud of, but after he did that I felt suicidal, but instead ran over to my father’s house and murdered him with a machete. What else could I have done? He stole the last piece of hope I had. Without Mamalu, my life did not mean anything; I did not have a goal to go after. My dad kicked me out of the house. That is when I decided to become part of La Mara Salvatrucha. You see, they are my family now. They taught me how to survive in this miserable world full of stuck-up people who never fucki** help the poor and want all riches to themselves. We take care of those ones; a day or two after we spot them, they are gone forever from this world. For years I was too fucki** stupid to believe they were my family, but all they do is hurt the hell out of me and treat me like shi*! After several rides on train to the States, I met Enrique. It was an escape from the threats, crimes, and murders. He was a real friend. We rode on many more trains and mutually decided we could trust each other. If only he knew in how much trouble he was getting himself into. I introduced him to my Mara, and they all accepted him into the gang. We all protected him and knew he was meant to be part of the gang. One day one marero from MS asked him to kill a random member from la Mara 18, our enemies. He did not like that and refused to do it. I really thought it was the end of poor Enrique, but it wasn’t. Mara Salvatrucha decided to just abandon him and get going on another train without Enrique. They simply left him behind. I wish they did the same to me. I wish they would not hurt me and just let me be in peace alone without more suffering. Maybe someday I will have that fucki** life. For now, I will just have to go around with this group of shitt* “friends”.
So long, Motha Fuck*
jueves, 15 de abril de 2010
The Journey
These immigrants travel thousands of kilometers hoping to change their lives, but once they get to their new country they find out the life there is not much better. They have no decent place to live in, or money to pay for one. They have little chance of getting a citizenship ever in their life, but still this fact doesn't make them go away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eqNziu5IlYM
Immigrants face many diseases throughout their journey towards the United States. Once they get there, if they ever do so, they transfer them to many US citizens.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wdXXlNMTA_w
5,000 immigrants die crossing the US border every year. Most immigrants that manage to cross over the border are often sent back home after they get caught by border patrol.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHGSyZbjYhc
They explain the different cuases of deaths during their immigration. These include, dehydration and sunstroke. It explains how dangerous the desert can be and how it never forgives.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fppe85TQ9Fc&feature=related
Once immigrants reach their new country, they get entangled between riots and figths with the local police. Between the gunshots and riffle shooting, they get poorly injured.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGhpdasbnPw
lunes, 12 de abril de 2010
Immigration Origins
Dear John,
Although I am well concerned about who you are and what it is that you do, you don’t know a single thing about me or where I come from. Rumors say my hometown is hell on Earth, but I like to call it the Life Challenge. You see, once the day begins in Juticalpa with a flaring sunshine, people wake up with a feeling of hope that someday their lives will be better, at least just a little different. Just as they are imagining a whole new life, a gang member breaks into their house and steals the last tortillas and beans they have left, threatening to kill them if they say anything to the police. As they live in despair and evil, each family sets off to work, where they only receive a few pennies worth of a day’s work. Around town people often hear that men disappear behind their factory jobs, and then someone sees the news and finds out that a murder occurred inside those doors, and that’s the end of a relative’s life. No word ever said to justify their death, not even an explanation. My dad was one of them, and I pray every day that he comes back to us, and I know that will never happen. It’s just a daily reminder of the misery I’m living in. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful that I am alive, and that my mom is always by my side, giving me strength and peace as each day passes by. We work as a team; she pats some tortillas while I call out on the streets the new deals we have. At the end of the day we have enough for our little family to have a roll of bread and some soup. That moment, when you know you’ve worked hard for your food, and you’re sharing it with your loved ones, is worth it all. Even though I’d do anything for my mom and my little brother to stay by my side forever more, it is to you that I beg for a chance in a lifetime. I know you work as a lawyer inside a branch of the government. That you provide people like me with miracles. So I pray to God that you give me one. Please help me get into the United States. I need a job and the money to take care of my family. My mom is dying and even though she tries to hide it, it is crystal clear to my eyes. My little brother, Carlos, he’s just starting elementary school, but with the influence that he sees around it won’t be long till he drops out of it. I need to show them that there is a way out of our problems, and in the States I will accept any job that you can get me. I don’t believe anything can be worse than where I come from. I plan to take a train all the way through Mexico, risking my life to save two others. Once I get into the United States, I will look for you in your LA office hoping that you'll have pity of me. I write to you in advance because I am aware that getting a job or a residency can take a full year. But I thought maybe it doesn’t have to be that way. A job is my priority John, the thing I’m mostly asking for, and I sincerely hope you understand what it feels like to be hopeless.
Thank you a thousand times in advance,
Karina.
Although I am well concerned about who you are and what it is that you do, you don’t know a single thing about me or where I come from. Rumors say my hometown is hell on Earth, but I like to call it the Life Challenge. You see, once the day begins in Juticalpa with a flaring sunshine, people wake up with a feeling of hope that someday their lives will be better, at least just a little different. Just as they are imagining a whole new life, a gang member breaks into their house and steals the last tortillas and beans they have left, threatening to kill them if they say anything to the police. As they live in despair and evil, each family sets off to work, where they only receive a few pennies worth of a day’s work. Around town people often hear that men disappear behind their factory jobs, and then someone sees the news and finds out that a murder occurred inside those doors, and that’s the end of a relative’s life. No word ever said to justify their death, not even an explanation. My dad was one of them, and I pray every day that he comes back to us, and I know that will never happen. It’s just a daily reminder of the misery I’m living in. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful that I am alive, and that my mom is always by my side, giving me strength and peace as each day passes by. We work as a team; she pats some tortillas while I call out on the streets the new deals we have. At the end of the day we have enough for our little family to have a roll of bread and some soup. That moment, when you know you’ve worked hard for your food, and you’re sharing it with your loved ones, is worth it all. Even though I’d do anything for my mom and my little brother to stay by my side forever more, it is to you that I beg for a chance in a lifetime. I know you work as a lawyer inside a branch of the government. That you provide people like me with miracles. So I pray to God that you give me one. Please help me get into the United States. I need a job and the money to take care of my family. My mom is dying and even though she tries to hide it, it is crystal clear to my eyes. My little brother, Carlos, he’s just starting elementary school, but with the influence that he sees around it won’t be long till he drops out of it. I need to show them that there is a way out of our problems, and in the States I will accept any job that you can get me. I don’t believe anything can be worse than where I come from. I plan to take a train all the way through Mexico, risking my life to save two others. Once I get into the United States, I will look for you in your LA office hoping that you'll have pity of me. I write to you in advance because I am aware that getting a job or a residency can take a full year. But I thought maybe it doesn’t have to be that way. A job is my priority John, the thing I’m mostly asking for, and I sincerely hope you understand what it feels like to be hopeless.
Thank you a thousand times in advance,
Karina.
martes, 16 de marzo de 2010
Love is In The Air(L):)
-Marius and Cosette met at the Louxemberg one afternoon. She was out on a walk with her father and He was wandering his own business when the power of a glance united them in love. One that would only keep growing bigger.
"It was just a stroll in the park that day
but now that I look back, it wasn't that way.
when I saw you I felt something jittering in my heart
I didn't know it, but that jitter was just the start."
(Christina Guyen, Stroll In The Park)
-Cosette doesn't really know the true feeling of love, but knows something is going on with her and Marius. She's scared of what is happening but at the same time amused by it. For her, those mixed feelings are something wonderful and indiscribeable that keeps them from being apart. For some time, Marius and Cosette did not see each other at the Louxemberg, and Cosette did not know why she missed him so much.
"The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him, if he were really here? Forgive me, I have never known this feeling. I've lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, that I fail to recognize you? You-- who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say...I cannot find the words. Except for these-- I love you! Such would I say to him, if he were really here."
(Jeannot Szwarc, Somewhere in Time)
-Jean Valjean is afraid to loose Cosette and grows angry at Marius. Marius still comes over to Cosette's house and leaves her letters under a rock. Nothing keeps keeps them away from their true love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xg3vE8Ie_E
"So I sneak out to the garden to see you,
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if He knew,
So close your eyes,
Escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo,
I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
But you were everything to me,
Begging you, "Please don't go"."
(Taylor Swift, Love Story)
"It was just a stroll in the park that day
but now that I look back, it wasn't that way.
when I saw you I felt something jittering in my heart
I didn't know it, but that jitter was just the start."
(Christina Guyen, Stroll In The Park)
-Cosette doesn't really know the true feeling of love, but knows something is going on with her and Marius. She's scared of what is happening but at the same time amused by it. For her, those mixed feelings are something wonderful and indiscribeable that keeps them from being apart. For some time, Marius and Cosette did not see each other at the Louxemberg, and Cosette did not know why she missed him so much.
"The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him, if he were really here? Forgive me, I have never known this feeling. I've lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, that I fail to recognize you? You-- who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say...I cannot find the words. Except for these-- I love you! Such would I say to him, if he were really here."
(Jeannot Szwarc, Somewhere in Time)
-Jean Valjean is afraid to loose Cosette and grows angry at Marius. Marius still comes over to Cosette's house and leaves her letters under a rock. Nothing keeps keeps them away from their true love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xg3vE8Ie_E
"So I sneak out to the garden to see you,
We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if He knew,
So close your eyes,
Escape this town for a little while.
'Cause you were Romeo,
I was a scarlet letter,
And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet."
But you were everything to me,
Begging you, "Please don't go"."
(Taylor Swift, Love Story)
jueves, 11 de marzo de 2010
One of the Great Specters of that Time
Text to Movie
This Trailor is about Noah and Allie in the movie, The Notebook. It relates to this small chapter of Les Mis. because Noah sent Allie 365 letters, but Allie's mother would not give them to Allie once they got to her mailbox in order for Allie to stop loving Noah. This obviously failed because Allie later found out the truth about the letters. In the book, Pontmercy sent his son, Marius, many loving letters but Marius' grandfather, Gillenormand, never gave them to him and just put them away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3fBDNPKqTA
Text to text
King Lear relates to Marius because both books talk about disinheriting their sons or grandsons. In King Lear, Lear disinherited Cordelia because she could not express her true love and threatend to take all of her land. In this chapter of Les Miserables, M. Gillenormand threatend to disinherit his grandson if George Pontmercy ever visited his own son or spoke to him.
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519871JYVDL.jpg
Text to World
The movie, Home Alone, connects back to this chapter of Les Mis. because Kevin MacCalister went to church and encountered his scary neighbor, who was watching his granddaughter singing in a choir. The scary neighbor was forbidden to see his granddaughter because of family troubles. In Les Miserables, Pontmercy went to church just to see his legitimate son, who was always sitting a few rows in front of him. It was the only way to see him, for M. Gillenormand kept him from keeping in touch with Marius.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK2Btk6Ybm0
This Trailor is about Noah and Allie in the movie, The Notebook. It relates to this small chapter of Les Mis. because Noah sent Allie 365 letters, but Allie's mother would not give them to Allie once they got to her mailbox in order for Allie to stop loving Noah. This obviously failed because Allie later found out the truth about the letters. In the book, Pontmercy sent his son, Marius, many loving letters but Marius' grandfather, Gillenormand, never gave them to him and just put them away.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3fBDNPKqTA
Text to text
King Lear relates to Marius because both books talk about disinheriting their sons or grandsons. In King Lear, Lear disinherited Cordelia because she could not express her true love and threatend to take all of her land. In this chapter of Les Miserables, M. Gillenormand threatend to disinherit his grandson if George Pontmercy ever visited his own son or spoke to him.
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519871JYVDL.jpg
Text to World
The movie, Home Alone, connects back to this chapter of Les Mis. because Kevin MacCalister went to church and encountered his scary neighbor, who was watching his granddaughter singing in a choir. The scary neighbor was forbidden to see his granddaughter because of family troubles. In Les Miserables, Pontmercy went to church just to see his legitimate son, who was always sitting a few rows in front of him. It was the only way to see him, for M. Gillenormand kept him from keeping in touch with Marius.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CK2Btk6Ybm0
martes, 9 de marzo de 2010
Les Miserables Character Post: Cosette
Little Cosette's mother, Fantine, leaves her behind with the Thenardiers.
Jean Valjean recues Cosette from the Thenardiers and escapes with her.
Cosette learns many different things, like how to read and write throughout her journey with Jean Valjean.
Cosette is related to Jean Valjean as himself in many ways. First of all, she is recued by him and both of them escape from the police. Jean Valjean teaches her new things and treats her like his own daughter, taking care of her, giving her shelter and providing her with food. Cosette loves Jean Valjean back like a father.
jueves, 4 de marzo de 2010
JEAN VALJEAN
Jean Valjean lived a miserable life after his parents died and he began to take care of his older sister and seven little kids.
http://www.welbornworks.com/07_3d/M_WillWorkAsFood.jpg
His family became too hungry that he was desparate to find some food, finally stealing a loaf of bread.http://www.dartford.gov.uk/christmas/2009/images/robber.png
To Jean's dismay, he was caught and sent to the galleys.http://americanpitbullregistry.com/images/man%20in%20jail.jpg
He unsuccessfuly tried to escape from it several times and was always sent back in.http://slothville.smugmug.com/photos/347550018_xkHHj-O.jpg
Once he was finally out of the galleys he devoted the rest of his life to become a better man, taking care of an innocent, young girl in desperate need of love and nurture.www.rwalley.com/images/
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