Where the Wild Things Are

So... there's not much else out in theaters besides scary movies because it is Halloween but if you want something more than just your run of the mill romantic comedy, then check out Where the Wild Things Are. Directed by Spike Jonez, Where the Wild Things Are is a cinematically beautiful movie. The characters and costumes are amazing and it definitely brings back fond memories of reading the children's book by Maurice Sendak. The kid who plays Max (ironically also named Max) is adorable and gives a broken and haunting performance. Famous names such as Catherine O'Hara (Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas) and others provide the voices for Max's "Wild Things", KW, Carol, Alex, Judith, Ira, Douglas, and the Bull. Be warned that this is not really a kid's movie...parts are scary and boring for children so don't take any little siblings. I walked out of the movie with mixed thoughts. It wasn't happy... and yet it was. It made me think about life; how nice I was to my brother and my parents, among other things. The entire story including the wild things is a metaphor for Max's life. Figuring out who everyone is during the movie is the funnest part! See it if you want a thought provoking and aesthetically beautiful movie with a great soundtrack... (Karen O and the Kids...excellent!) xo

Dead Wrong. Yet Bold Honest!

A Foreign business man is working in the field of contracting. He was successful in his field, doing better than his competitors and loved by his follow colleague; For his honesty and hard work. One day he decide to shift gears, and go in to the field of "I.T" and internet innovations business, for its prestige and luxury. He hired top of the line consultants and technicians. He invested his profits from the construction business into baying the best I.T equipments. He start competing in this field, trying to cut-short all the hard long path, that his competitors went through to be where they at.professional and neat.

Even though he was involved in every little details concerning this new sector. He did not get any business. he was unsure where did he went wrong. One honest person taped that Foreign business man on the shoulder, giving him a "priceless" advice that will live within him, for the rest of his life. Told him" brother don’t you know that everything in this life has its own cycle". Don’t be so impressed and intimidated by all that dot-com milliners and their fiction stories. No one cut-short in this life. Everybody have to go through the wrongs and the write, the losse and the gain. Stick to what you do best, do it again and learn as you go.

Later, that foreign business man, fired his consultants. Start a new methods of "trial and error", and learned at his own base, until he perfected his style in this business. That foreign business man now is armed with the knowledge that he need to continue on with the IT business as a legitimate insider. All thanks to

To be continued……….

In the Melting Pot

In the Melting Pot,
I was taking notes,eating, made an out line, reviewed some Reviews.
Tasting, Drinking, enjoying, talking.
one of my best work,
I think I am Done with food WRITING for now, i don't mind bringing this peace back in the future,
only by popular demand. lol



enjoy



Nestled in the corner of the Foothill shopping center in Rancho Cucamonga, "The Melting Pot" isn't placed in the most convenient of locations, yet the restaurant continues to thrive, having held it's ground against other establishments that have failed in the same building. Perhaps it's the friendly wait staff, the atmosphere, the food, but I think what it comes down to is the experience found in the dimly lit restaurant. The place is so dark inside; I passed it twice, unsure if they were even open. Once inside I was greeted by a friendly hostess, dressed in black, blending in with her dark surroundings. I picked a slower time to visit the restaurant, and only a few clinks and clatters could be heard from my fellow diners. I was seated in a corner, my table lit by an overhead, hanging sconce. The table wasn't so much a table, as it was a stove which my server turned on as I took my seat in the booth. The server was all smiles yet very professional, adding to the classy atmosphere.

I ordered one of their many feasts, starting with the beer and cheddar fondue appetizer. The server set a silver pot on the invisible burner and began to mix the ingredients of beer, cheese and spices. He laid before me a sampler of bread and Granny Smith apples. I tried the bread first, dipping it into the steaming cheese pot, tasting the pungent, sharp cheddar on the soft, crusty bread, finding it a perfect blend of textures. I was a little hesitant to try the apples, never having the odd combination before. But I was here to try something new, so I dipped the apple into the cheese and was instantly a fan. The crisp, sweet tartness of the green apple mixed with the creamy cheese was so full of flavor that I hardly touched the rest of the bread.

The empty cheese pot was removed from the table and an assortment of raw meats were placed before me; lobster tails, steak, shrimp and chicken, a colorful mixture of land and sea. The server placed a new pot in front of me, full of a flavorful rich broth. The server gave me the various times to cook each type of meat and wished me a pleasant meal. I grabbed one of the colored skewers and stabbed a hearty chunk of lobster and placed it in the piping brown liquid. When it's time had come, I pulled the lobster, not longer translucent but a snowy white, from the pot and took my first bite. The rich spices added to the succulent sweetness of the lobster, with the broth filling my mouth with each chew. Next I tried the beef, then the chicken, followed by the shrimp, all creating a unique flavor when cooked in the delicious broth. I became an expert as the meal carried on, learning to cook one meat while I tasted another, never having to wait for my next bite.

When the server removed my empty platter I didn't know how I could squeeze in another bite, but when the pot of broth was swapped with one filled to the brim with rich, melted chocolate, I knew I could make it work. A small platter of desserts were before me, pound cake, strawberries, bananas, even cheesecake bites, and I didn't know how to decide which to dip first. I speared a strawberry and twisted it around the steaming chocolate, watching the extra dribble off, landing back into the mixture. I took a bite and found the sweet combo of the juicy strawberry mixed with the thick, warm chocolate to be even more desirable than the all the meats combined. The salty graham cracker crust of the cheesecake bites, mixed with the cream cheese filling and warm chocolate was a perfect combination. I tried each one of the desserts in the chocolate, finding each taste better than the last until I was so stuffed I knew my mouth wouldn't open for another bite.

The server removed the pot and platter, leaving me with the check. I sat for a moment, taking in the atmosphere deciding it was perfect for the type of meal I just had. The dim lights, the light chatter, created a comfortable environment, one I could spend hours in, which I did as all three courses took about two hours total. Though the restaurant is expensive, the memories that can be created there are worth the cost of dining, and it's easy to see why "The Melting Pot" has continued to hold strong in it's little corner near the 15 freeway and Foothill Boulevard.

I sound drunk

sorry that post slipped out of my hand by mistake with just a title
so am doing it again
well, in my first blog i try ed to have a tone
"la Verne a bottle of Gin"
i red it today i thought it was really weird and creepy
by the way first Blog that was, i ever wrote.
the weekend was approaching so i Guss i couldn't wait to have a drink,
and start blathering about it.
by the way guys A FACT
do you know that Arabs discovered alcohol because it was never invented or created. it was a saint from Damascus. by mistake he drink ed an old grape Juice and felt funny. really long time ago, i like to drink occasionally I AM NOT ALCOHOLIC even though i sounded like i am in my first blog.
"i am starting to love this blogging thing"

Life Revolves Around La Verne

As a ULV student, I don't have much time for anything else. A combination of classes in the morning and in the evening, 5 days a week, hardly leaves time for extracarricular activities. My typical week consists of going to class every morning, then I get home, eat, do homework, and pick up my little sister at around 2:30pm. Once I pick her up, I go home, feed her, and wait for my dad to get home so I can leave to my next class. Once I finish my evening classes, I come back home, do any remaining homework, and go to sleep. Then I get up the next day and do it all over again.

My week is so routine that I deeply value my weekends as a means of escape. The normal weekend consists of boyfriend visits, going to bars/clubs, beaches, and house parties. But, sometimes even this gets old. I'm trying to find new and exciting ways to entertain myself without having to spend a lot of mula cuz i'm definitely on a college student's budget. I'll keep ya'll posted on what I discover.

The difference between La Verne and the BAY

I went home this weekend, which was slightly confusing. It was odd to be back home, because it felt like i had only been gone for maybe a weekend or so, but so much had changed. All my friends are gone, at their own colleges. I went back to my high school to visit, and I was told that I was subject to arrest if I didn't leave the premisis. What is that ! I stayed anyway, went to my old classrooms and saw underclassmen that were way excited to see me. High school is so much different than college, I notice now. Walking down the hallway, I saw this sophomore kid walk up to garbage can and angrily kick it over.
It was wierd. Did that make him feel better, kicking over a defenseless garbage can? What does that even accomplish? Oh well.
I went to the football game that night, for my old high school team. The team seemed so small compared to ULV's team. One thing that hasn't changed - football games are definitely still a social event. I honestly go to watch the game because I love football - but everyone around is is trying to TALK to me ! I mean, I felt kinda bad because it's my first time home and everything - but I really wanted to watch the game.

Here's one thing you SoCal people will probably get a kick out of: I noticed how much we NorCal people really do say 'hella'. I mean, when I moved here, poeple commented on it a lot, but I never really noticed how much we use it to emphasize everything. Literally. Oh well, It was nice to be back where other people said it besides just myself. Also, one of my friends asked me "So, down south they say 'Badass' a lot, don't they ? And after pondering for a moment, I noticed... they DO! Not only that, but I've started saying it too. So yeah, us NorCal people say Hella. But you guys say Badass.

Oh, yeah, and it was kind of sad to be back where it's so ghetto. I missed the quiet town of La Verne with its cop cars sitting on every corner.

Don't You Recognize Me?

As a student at ULV, you will often see me briskly walking down the various hallways and passage ways of campus on my way one class or another. It is routine. On one of my morning sprints to a sociology course, I see a girl. I end up seeing her every Monday and Wednesday there after. It always seems to be a bit nippy outside at 9:50 in the A.M. College students should never have to wake up at such ungodly, blasphemous hours, it causes crankiness. Despite these different, unfriendly emotions raging through my veins, I always manage to smile at her. And she never seems to notice. I suppose she is too busy talking on her cell phone or running her skinny fingers through her long brown hair. Her valley girl accent rings through the air slamming into my eardrums. Maybe I don't want to get to know her at all. It is too early for our California accents and high pitched voices to be released in the open anyway.

I don't understand how when we see each other several times, we don't greet each other. Are we all that lost in our own lives that we can not take the time to acknowledge another's presence as they walk in and out of our conscious? We all do it everyday. What would our campus look like if we all were friendlier. Scary? Perhaps. Better? Possibly...I think I am just over thinking the entire matter. I just want the girl to smile back.

Can You Listen and Text?

I have a friend who does nothing at all but text. Seemingly every minute of every hour of every single day. We all do it. I do it. But I don't always like it. In fact, its one of my least favorite forms of communication. Because, often, I'll be out with this friend and we'll be talking and she'll be texting and though she swears that she's listening I always feel like she isn't at all. And that is true with everyone. When they're texting and talking to you, I secretly feel like they are just not really hearing you. I have a love hate relationship with it. I like that when you have to talk to someone but you don't really want to call them, you can just text. But, in that same vein, I also don't like that. It's an easy way out. For instance, I know someone who talks for hours on end when you get them on the phone. Do I call this person? Nope. Texting is so much easier. I should call them though. Here's the thing, sometimes we should talk to each other and not through a little electronic device that does it for us. Especially when you're with someone face to face. Give them the time. Talk to them. I've taken a lot of classes on communication and though I understand completely why texting is popular, I often wish we'd let it go just a little in favor of a good old fashioned voiced conversation. I read an article once for a paper about a man who divorced his wife via a text message. Though that's an extreme example, it's kind of true of texting today. Obviously, he should have called her, but since there was an easy way out ( and the fact that the man was a coward) he took it. This isn't going to stop anybody and honestly, I'm not going to stop texting but it is something to think about. The next time you are with somebody and they're talking to you and you're texting while they're talking to you, maybe listen more. We've all done this, especially in classes (though not this one) and I can assure you that I was not listening to the teacher when I did. Some people are sure they can do both, text and listen carefully, but I'm still not convinced.

Cheesy Romantic Books/Movies

It is so annoying to watch or read a scene where the guy or girl ruin a relationship but at the end they somehow appear at the right moment and say all the right things and their relationship is fixed, just like that. What makes it annoying is how cheesy it is. They are at "romantic" places that have beautiful scenery and lights and classical music playing in the background. When will that perfect moment ever happen in real life? It just makes the viewer/reader depressed because they think their life sucks. It also makes our expectations of how people should act in a relationship rise. I wish half the things the guys do in those books/movies happened to me, like the guy jumping on a boat I happen to be on and getting as high as he can so that everybody sees him and he starts proclaiming his love for me loudly and then swooping me up in his arms. But it will never happen, unless I'm really lucky. It may be annoying to watch/read but I can't help but fall in love with those scenes every time. They are always my favorite scenes in a book/movie. Maybe those romantic moments do happen for people but not for me. I guess I'm just stuck living a boring life. It will be awesome if those romantic moments where to happen in real life because it will make my life more enjoyable but I'm stuck with watching those cheesy romantic movies and reading those cheesy romantic books that I get annoyed by, but can't help but love them.

Kitchen Crazy

Well, I just finished reading Anthony Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential" and I have to say I loved it! It was so irreverent and witty, and so completely vulgar. It shocked me at first, I mean, I would never use language that harsh. But it works for Bourdain though, from the very first paragraph, I had this image of him in my mind and that image made me laugh throughout his entire adventure. I am also vaguely disgusted at eating out. Since I have finished the book, I now know what really goes on in restaurant and it is rather sickening. I mean, thanks Anthony for enlightening me...but jeez. Oh...and most importantly, I never EVER want to be a chef. I thought that after reading this I might want to jaunt off to culinary school. How very wrong I was. Being a chef is hard work and definitely not for the faint of heart. Point is, I loved this book and I would highly recommend it, even if you chose another book for the project. It's such a fun read that it didn't even feel like work at all and i really became immersed in his life. I also will guiltily admit I spent many hours in my philosophy class reading this and quietly chuckling. If you like food, or anything slightly humorous, read it. Borrow it from me even. Seriously. Oh...and if you like the Food Network, he disses Emeril an awful lot so be prepared.

Blanca's veiws on teachers jokes!

Why do teachers make jokes? Do they do it to keep us awake, or do they actually think they are funny? With out saying any names I seem to have some "funny" teachers.... Some times I will be seating in class paying attention like I should and then they laugh... I honestly don't find their jokes funny... I mean they try so hard that the jokes are just dumb! They are suppose to be college professors, so stop cracking jokes and start teaching! Except you Sean Bernard, your jokes are actually funny =)

Coolest hangout spot on campus

In the library (yea right). I think the most popular hangout spot for most students is Davenport. Although, lately Ive been noticing a huge crowd hanging-out in the corner of D street and second. Students there like to smoke it up and hangout, it seems like most of them are international students, but that's just me.

If you're 21 and over T-Philips is another cool place to hangout in the weekends. It more like a sports bar atmosphere but students seem to have a good time there.

Or If yore looking for some relaxing time, you can probably catch a snooze at the sneaky park or behind founders hall theirs a cool bench right next to the fountain.

Mysterious Passageways at ULV

As a freshman I found myself rushing to my various classes throughout the day. It was not until I was informed of some secret and mysterious passageways around campus that I discovered I was over walking during my daily rushes to class.
First there is "Hazardous Hallway." Thisis the hallway located somewhere between Wilson Library and the old Learning Enhancement Center. The indoor hallway houses some pretty scary looking doors with signs warning the passer-by of electrocution possibilities, high voltage, and to take extreme caution when opening whatever is lurking behind the doors. Oh, and there are a couple of bathrooms in there too.
There is also the indoor passageway from the street where the Campus Center is (C Street, maybe?) to the Wilson Library. I spent many sunny afternoons walking all across the campus to get to the library because of how clueless I was of this passageway.
I also recently discovered that there are various ways to exit both the ACB building and the Campus Center other than the one entry and exit I tend to familiarize myself with.
I suppose I could go on a mission to find more of these super secret ULV passageways so as to not embarrass myself in future situations, but I'm not one to roam around buildings looking for mysterious doors and where their whereabouts lead you to. So if you know of any other secret passageways, let me know ASAP. Please.

Why we paint the rock

Why do we paint the rock in front of Founders Hall? It's just a rock. I know it's supposed to be tradition, but it's a stupid one. Why is it tradition? I don't even know. They should at least explain the meaning behind it. If they have something to announce to us, they should post it around the school, not on some stupid rock. Does anybody even care why we paint the rock? They should stop painting it and leave it like a normal rock, like it's supposed to be.