Six-Year Old Pianist

Okay I found this on youtube and i just had to post it somewhere. This kid is amazing!


(he doesn't start playing till about 3:00)

Tsung Tsung is from Hong Kong and was discovered after making some Youtube videos.In this video he's playing  Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov composition, "Flight Of The Bumblebee". 

CAPture the fall

This is my capture the fall video, I took some shots around my house and neighborhood, and then some shots of these woods I walked through.

Dystopian Trailer

So for the past couple of weeks we've been working on this dystopian trailers. We started this project in our English class when we read 1984 by George Orwell, we then explored what characteristics defined a dystopia. We were then asked to present this characteristics in our own dystopian world through the making of a movie trailer. In our film class, we spent about a week to develop our ideas, I was in a group with Emily, Natalie, and Sophie. We then had to plan a time for all of us to get together for filming. We the spent about a week and half editing the our trailer, and then presented our trailer to the class.

Nanowrimo: the First Week

So National Novel Writing Month started on the 1st of November, I changed my idea for my novel, because I realized that fantasy isn't really my forte, when it comes to creative writing. I much prefer realistic fiction, therefore I'm writing about a girl who runs away to New York, and gets caught up in  her own little adventures. I'm a little behind with my word count i have about 3,500 words so far but i'm definitely gonna try to step up my game with the two days off i have.
Here's a little excerpt I have from my writing.

The next stop we came to was the train station. I gratefully got off the bus, with a last nod to the bus driver.

“You take care, you hear,” he said, closing the door after me.

The bus pulled away and suddenly I felt very alone. The train station was all but deserted with people scattering the great long hall. It was a very regal sort of place, with big white pillars reaching all the way up to the high rounded ceiling; the floors were made of marble that shined brilliantly in the dim lighting of the fancy wall fixtures. A couple shops lined the wall, but they we’re all closed. A lone coffee shop lay opened with a few sad looking costumers staring into the expanses of their cups. It was almost eerie how quiet the place was. I was suddenly aware of every breath I took, and the sound my shoes made every time I took a step.

I made my way down the hall towards the ticket booth, inside was a woman probably around my mom’s age. She had red frizzy hair pulled back in a messy bun, with bright pink lipstick, and bright blue eye shadow. She had vibrant green glasses that a young hipster would where to be ironic, but on her it only made her eyes bulge out making her face look disproportioned. She wore a red blazer as part of her uniform with a gold pin stating that her name was Helen. She was furiously looking through her computer, while sporadically typing in a short sequence.

“Sorry,” she said, not taking her eyes off the computer screen. “The last train just left ten minutes ago.”

I nodded assuming as much at this time a night. “When’s the next train to New York?” I asked, trying to sneak a peek at what she was typing.

“6:15 a.m.” She said, with a pointed glare, noticing my nosiness.

“How much?” I asked, reaching for my wad of cash, praying I would have enough.

“That will be eighty four dollars.” She said printing out the ticket.

I quickly counted out the money and handed it to her. She finally looked up at me, when hanging me my ticket. She gave me a once over, her eyes calculating and critical, I tried to shy away from her gaze shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, and quickly grabbed the ticket.

“Good luck,” Was all she said as I walked away from her booth. 

I'll probably be posting more excerpts on my blog as Nono continues. Feel free to leave any comments on my writing, but take into account that this is a very very rough draft.