As i sit here writing this monologue im listening to the shady 2.0 cypher on youtube. Also while writing this i realize how much mine will suck compared to everyone elses deep sentimental monologues. Im not into this whole deep self reflective stuff so ill stick to the dumb things that come to mind over the next couple of minutes. It is now 9:48 and im really trying to catch the start of the jersy shore episode in 12 minutes, as you can see i got my priorites straight =D. Also im being forced to watch dumbass X-factor because im too lazy to go to my downstairs t.v., it annoys me because those first 40 seasons of american idol were more than suffice for my liking. I just came home from a basketball game of which i lost to a bunch of kids who kept talking shit about my mother (50-48), so me and my mother are both very displeased with this lol. So all that was 146 words so ill stop now because given the chance my loud ass will be able to put up another 1000 if i really wanted too. So i got this all done and its 9:55 just in time for jersy shore ;). I hope you guys enjoyed that 2 minute view into my thoughts!
Monologue
Walking down those stairs
Onto the platform,
I stand perfectly symmetrical along the yellow border.
A border that I should not be near
But yet as I test the limitation of my will
I look over the edge eyeing
All that there is to see.
Covering the dirt ridden train tracks are
Used up metro cards, garbage, unsanitary water, sometimes a rat or two
And a horrible stench
A never-ending stench that has plagued us all in some way.
Each way can leave an unforgiving scar or prove that
Whether it will be a struggle to find a job, a partner or a path in life
The burden is on mine, yours, and our shoulders day and night.
A new decade, a new year, a new day, a new hour, a new minute, a new second
Each claim endless possibilities that we vow will happen.
We all vow to change, to correct, to guide ourselves somewhere new.
And yet at times I’m faced with just a cold hard brick wall
Silencing my thoughts, my pleas of a new journey.
Laying my hand on its cool rough ridges I just ponder on whether
Should I wait until someone tears it down for me or
Should I take charge of my life and climb it, surpassing the impossible.
I realized that it is about taking that first step,
That first leap into the future without hesitation
That will ultimately shape me into someone better.
But more importantly right now
It is about walking into the air conditioned R-train away from the stench
Taking me to unknown destinations.
Monologue.
What can I say about myself that would actually interest you? I’m shy when I first meet new people; I really don’t know what to say. Everyone says that they’re outgoing with the people they’re comfortable with, so what am I supposed to do? Sit you down and tell you my whole life story until I feel comfortable with you? That’d be pretty boring, not saying I have a boring life. Instead, I’d rather tell you a little bit about myself that you wouldn’t know right off the bat just by seeing me sitting in your classroom. I can’t live without my phone. Ever since I got unlimited texting in high school, it’s been a necessity for me. I bring my phone almost everywhere, and if I don’t have service, I’ll go crazy looking for it. Um, what else. I’m a creative person. I’ve done painting- acrylic and watercolor, sketching, paper carving, graffiti, collages, etc. I don’t like going to art museums though. It’s really boring. I love dogs. I have a Cocker Spaniel in Malaysia, but no dogs here though. My mom claims she’s allergic to them but yet we have a dog back at my grandparent’s house. Funny. The only dog I get to be around now is my boyfriend’s dog, Tom, a Morkie. He’s so cute and fluffy, I love him. Er, what else. I admit I’m a nerd. I study and work hard, because I really want nothing lower than a 100. Nineties are okay, eighties are a no-no. I guess I’m like this because I was brought up like this by my parents. I’ve never missed a day off from school even if I was sick. I remember this one time where I had a doctor’s appointment in kindergarten, and I think it’d be okay to let your child miss a day off. It’s only kindergarten right? Wrong. My mom wouldn’t let me stay home and watch Pokemon. She made me go to school, take attendance, go to the doctor’s, and then return back to school for the remaining few hours. Pretty annoying, but I got use to it over the years. Instead of bedtime stories when I was little, I use to get lectures from my dad before I went to sleep. “Work hard, play later.” What he says is true, but sometimes a girl needs a break. Hopefully Baruch will be a break for me. All the free time I have, I’ll spend with my friends and boyfriend. I’ll finally get to go shopping anytime I want, and maybe catch a movie. Yay me!
Monologue -Victoria Podlubny
AWKWARD.
“You know that awkward moment when…”. I always thought that was the most corniest thing that someone could ever say. Like can’t you start a story with just saying what happened ? Stop coming up with things that you think are funny, which are really not, and get on with the story! Little did I know I would be saying “You know that awkward moment when” on October 13th 2011. SO I get on the train to go to school, and obviously I have my Starbucks coffee in my mug and I’m just have a fabulous morning. When I sit in the train cart, I like to observe people when I’m not listening to my iPod. This lady was standing right in front of me so I had no other choice than to look at her. Now here I was faced with a great dilemma: In my eyes, she looked pregnant. But it wasn’t that type of pregnant where you can clearly see that a lady is on her 8th month, it was more of a small belly. What do I do, do I say “Excuse me Ma’am, would you like to sit down?” But what if she is NOT pregnant and just chubby?! That would just be extremely embarrassing and hurtful to this poor lady who is probably just trying to get to work peacefully without some scum like me making her feel bad. So I just sat there. I did not move nor did I look at her. This fabulous morning was turning out to be not so fabulous.
Monologue – Kate Pangilinan
I grew up with Star Trek and The Sound of Music. And it shows. I love to sing, I love to dance. I love space, I love science (chemistry aside), and, caution aside, I love exploring the unknown — things that both mediums share, whether it be the unknowns of the universe or the unknowns of a life and love beyond a little church, in the arms of a captain of the navy and his seven children. As silly as I’ve always thought this sounded (because I believe things will only influence you if you let them) this show and this movie really did affect who I am, who I became, before I even knew there was anything beyond a movie or a show’s purpose to tell a good story. Before I knew about the psychological power of television and the big screen. And these fandoms are still affecting what kind of person I am turning into. What kind of person I want to be. Though, to be honest, I really don’t know who that person or what kind of person that future me is. I don’t know what I want yet, not completely. But maybe that’s the beauty of it, that you’ll never be completely satisfied. That there will always be something more to want out of life, something more to strive for.
I write, but I could never be an artist. I want stability. I can work 16 hour days, but I cannot face the prospect of not having work every single day for the rest of my life. The uncertainty of being able to provide for myself is just too much, even though I know that is an uncertainty everyone faces every day. No one is safe, but working a 9 to 5 job plus 10 hours of overtime in a cubicle, inches you just a little bit closer to that illusion. That oblivion, that routine. I could never resent routine; routine, to me, is a necessity. And I suppose my lack of routine now is why I feel like my life is compressing into one small unaccomplished blob.
But then there comes the want to do what I love, and that is to write. That is to direct people. To not be chained to a desk. To travel all over the world, with a presence as powerful as a Starship Captain and an appearance as captivating as The Baroness. I want my feet dying in 5.5 platform Gucci heels, and my Chanel suit slightly wrinkling from daily 12 hour flights between Asia and New York; my Louis Vitton luggage and Hermès carry-ons heavy with paperwork and successful advertisement pitches; my caffeinated brain confusing the American security guard because I’ll forget that he doesn’t speak Tagalog, Mandarine, Japanese, or Korean. I want to work with all different kinds of people in the creation of a vision of beauty – a beauty like the beauty captured in romances like The Sound of Music or imagined in fantasies like Star Trek; a beauty that is immortalized by its ability to teach and inspire.
Well, my life is just starting (it’s been starting since the moment I entered my high school four years ago) and now that I am in college, the best I can hope to do is keep walking. Yes, keep my eyes peeled for road blocks or required changes in direction. But ultimately: just keep walking.
Because getting lost in space or the hills of Austria is still just part of the journey.
Monologue
What am I going to do? Who should I become in life? I am good in English but at the same time I am interested in a career involving Math. I want to make money of course, who doesn’t? On the other hand I want to also help others. Is that possible? Isn’t that a conflict of interest? Maybe I can use my leadership skills and determination to acomplish both. In life should I be what I am expected to be, the outline shaped for me to follow? Can I break the chains steering me towards that direction? The direction leading me to corruptness and greed? I may not be able to handle it. So much money and power, it might consume me, I might become a monster…. but NO! I am a man of individuality and uniqueness and the path I choose to take is entirely my own choice. This is my life and I will only live it once so I am going to make the best of it.
Monologue
You are missing a tooth, you look like you are forty years old, and you are sitting in front of your welfare housing building … why would I ever give YOU my number?
Listen, I didn’t even care when you and your other 40 year old buddies all smiled at me and told me I was beautiful. I said thank you. I was polite. But if you think its ok for you start screaming “hey mami” at me and shoving your phone in MY face asking for my number.. oh no. No, No, No.
Want to know what I did? I put my hands infront of my face and shouted, “I’m ONLY 18! NO THANK YOU”…and then I ran.
Seriously, what if I was your daughter??? Would you be checking me out and licking your lips then?
Monologue- Sheila
Is he serious?
He really had the nerve to just walk by.
He didn’t even say one word.
That’s all I was looking for anyway.
One word.
A simple “Thank you.”
It’s cold and it’s raining and I held the door open for you.
You acknowledged what I did, looked me in the face, and kept walking.
How hard is it to open your mouth, vibrate your vocal cords, and move your lips?
I’m pretty sure it’s easier than holding the door open in the rain for a stranger.
People have such nerve.
It’s one thing if his umbrella was in the way and he didn’t see me.
But he looked me straight in the eye.
The least he could have done was smile.
That way I wouldn’t still be thinking about this.
Now that I think about it.
I’m the one who was holding the umbrella.
His hands were free.
He should have held the door open for me!
I bet he goes home and calls himself a gentleman.
Poser!
Wait.
Maybe he doesn’t speak English.
Maybe he didn’t…
Oh, who am I kidding?
I wish I smacked him the face.
FRO 1000- Question about my grade
I noticed that I received a B- in your English class, but based on my own records I believe I earned an A. I have perfect attendance and I participate during every class session. I also complete all the homework assignments in time, including the projects that were due. Never once have my assignments been late. In addition, my test scores ranged from 96-100, except for that one test with a score of 85, but you made it clear to the class that the lowest test score would be dropped. I am confused as to why I only got that grade for the semester. I would appreciate it if I could schedule a day and time with you where I can personally speak to you about this situation.
Jennifer Wu
FRO 1000, Friday at 12:50