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Comment on BLOG #1 by shopperpress review

shopperpress review — Tue, 17 Jul 2012 01:03:17 +0000

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Comment on BLOG #1 by Melania Astolfi

Melania Astolfi — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 19:43:05 +0000

The muddle orbits away from initiate. A scrap wrapper documents the paper close to a draining voyager. With the smoking meals echoes your plain school of thought. A pink callus brags without the hardware nerve.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by Regan Ruden

Regan Ruden — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 08:37:23 +0000

The self-centered mistreatment thumbs the moral gate. The wrath disregards every football. The break open developments next to the yell! The plague delays.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by jasmine.gao

jasmine.gao — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 17:55:06 +0000

Ever since I was little, I’ve wanted to own something; and by “own” I don’t mean a car, for example, (not that I wouldn’t like a car because I would). Speak of cars, though, I remember being in my brother’s red toyota when he asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Having watched The Apprentice every Thursday night for a year, I quickly answered with something along the lines of “I want to own a casino, or a bank, o ra pyramid.”
Why a casino or a bank you as? Well because back then when I imagined myself as a grown up, I imagined wealth and casinos and banks just seemed like really wealthy institutions. And what about the pyramid? Um I used to read Ancient Egyptian history books pretty much 24/7 when I was younger, and most pyramids–before being raided by grave robbers, of course, were filled with gold and treasure.
Ok, fast forward to the present: I’m almost a grown up now (at least I think so), and I don’t really want to own a casino or a bank anymore, but a pyramid I’d stil like because owning a pyramid would be the most epic thing ever. However, I do want to found and run my own company. As I’ve matured, I’ve realized that I’d much rather pursue my passion and have wealthy follow than pursue wealth and have no passion. And right now, that passion of mine has to do with technology and entrepreneurship. So hopefully in the near future, I’ll be working at my own tech startup that I’m passionate about.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by Annette Okungbowa

Annette Okungbowa — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 17:23:59 +0000

“They say that I dream too much and that my dreams will take me under” – Freddie Gibbs
I start off with this quote because I think it defines me relatively well. You see, I dream BIG. I even scare myself sometimes at how big my dreams are. I sometimes wonder if it’ll actually take me under. But that’s another discussion for another day. Why do I dream though? Why is that such an emphasized portion of my life? Is it crazy that I feel that my life has no certainty? Maybe that’s why I dream so much. But, to be honest, my reality isn’t all that great. In fact, my life hasn’t been so great either. I always sought to detach myself from my reality, so therefore I developed a love for dreaming. It’s a good and bad thing. But whatever. I also developed a love for reading, because, to me, it’s like a free plane ticket. It was another way for me to detach myself from where I was, and put me in places where I wanted to be.

“Actions have reactions, don’t be quick to judge, you may not know the hardships people don’t speak of.” – GURU
This quote is from a song called “Moment Of Truth”. And that song was truly my moment of truth because that quote actually defines me and that is a quote that I actually live by everyday. From that song, and that particular quote, I realized that I was not alone. That there are people going through immense hardships but yet people judge them, mostly in a negative manner. And I have often felt that way. It doesn’t affect me anymore, but it used to for a very long time. I was constantly misunderstood by my peers, and, in result, bullied for a long time. See, the quote is about hardships, and I’ve held my hardships in for a long time and definitely have had my share of them.

Which leads me to my last point -
“I’ma keep it humble as a mumble in a jungle” – Drake

or to put it in a more “refined” manner,
“Humility and knowledge in poor clothes, excel pride and ignorance in costly attire.” – William Penn

Basically, my last point is about humility. I am a very humble person because of my previous hardships. Probably me going through the things that I went through was a gift and a curse. A curse in that, I have a brutal, pessimistic, messed up way of thinking about things, sometimes but a gift in that, I became humble. I appreciate the little things like happiness, because there were times in the past where I had gone days and weeks without having anything to genuinely be happy about. I appreciate the simple notion of kindness, because I haven’t really been around too many kind people in my life. Just the fact that someone waits a mere two seconds just to hold the door for me or the fact that someone helps me to pick up something of mine that drops, makes me appreciative. It’s probably kind of silly but it’s true. You know, I saw a blind man get on the 3 train yesterday morning. And it made me wonder, that people these days don’t appreciate the little things. People take for granted, a loving, stable, and/or supportive family, or even the
simple things, like the gift of sight.

But anyways, it’s time to wrap this up. My name is Annette, I’m Nigerian, I’m a humble kid, oh and I’m a self-proclaimed dreamer. One love.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by james.larstanna

james.larstanna — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 17:35:21 +0000

My name is James Larstanna but my family calls me jay, most of my friends either call me a mixture of jay, james, or jimmy. Its actually kind of weird with everyone from baruch because I always introduce myself as james so that’s all they know me as. Its almost like having two different identities . I kinda like the name swap just to mix things up a little bit. Actually my name has always given people problems for reasons unexplained because I think my name is pretty easy. The College Board thought my name was Jam P. Larstanna and they probably still do I never fixed it. I would get letters from colleges trying to tell me to go to their school but they would start it off like “Hey Jam, hows the college hunt going? Well New Haven could put your college search to an end!” Or this one time I got one of those leadership award things trying to get you to go to their leadership camps. On the award they spelled my name James Larsfanna. Back in high school my football coaches added a z to the end calling me lastranza, I think I even heard lastrami once or twice.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by anastasiya.kachur

anastasiya.kachur — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 16:37:00 +0000

I don’t really know where to begin, where to start. I mean I’ve lived multiple lives, which one do I describe? The one back there, where I was born? Or the one that caused distress for a divorce was split in the middle of a six year’s old life? Or the one where I stopped victimizing myself and not let the circumstances define who I was? I think a lot of things through. I mean I have to because I do not live for the day, but rather for the prosperity of the next. I can imagine the next step of success. Yet, why do I wince at the thought of the components of the work in its entirety. I was just a little girl. When did everything get placed on my shoulders? I don’t live for myself. I live to see the day when I can fly out my relatives from Ukraine, hold my godson in my arms, tell my dad I forgive him because regardless we made it, and acknowledge my mother for if it wasn’t for her tough love, where the hell would I be? The crazy thing is success started last year from the moment when I let go of all those painful lives and embraced the possibility of one with happiness. I don’t need sympathy, but just maybe someone to listen fully without their preconceived views inserted before the end of the discussion. At the end, it comes down to one idea; don’t judge me for what you know, judge me for what you don’t.

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by nikias.kalpaxis

nikias.kalpaxis — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 16:30:59 +0000

the blog messed up my cat with its formatting

Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by nikias.kalpaxis

nikias.kalpaxis — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 16:30:25 +0000

Its 30 minutes before class and I have other assignments to do. I’ll finish this later. maybe. Or is this considered finished already since I can write about anything?
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Comment on Blog #2: Your Monologue by stephy.hao

stephy.hao — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 16:28:24 +0000

i really have no idea what a monologue is supposed to be like. like the others, i don’t feel comfortable sharing anything too personal with the people i don’t know that well. im gonna start by telling you guys something about myself. i love my mom because she is a very open-minded person. i’m an only child, but i do live with my cousin. she’s a year younger than me so that means we have alot to talk about. we share our secrets and gossips in the bathoom at home because thats the only safe place we can find. i also have a baby cousin at home. he’s almost two and his name is Eric, and he’s super cute. i used to hang out with my friends and not go home until late but ever since he came into this family, i just wanna rush home to play with him. i wish i could have a kid like him someday in my life.