Daily Prompt: Tell us about a time when everything actually turned out exactly as you’d hoped. Continue reading “Everything I’ve Ever Wanted”
Tag: Writing
Plumber, Electrician, or Cellphone Repair?
Apparently, I’m not the only one who got a new job. My cousin, the one that used to live here, decided to hold off college and got a job selling Boba in China. I learn that from eavesdropping mom’s conversation with my aunt. My mom was disappointed and angry when she got the news. She started screaming at her sister which I don’t get at all. It’s not her fault or her decision. If he doesn’t want to go to college, isn’t that a good thing? It means he’s not coming back to the U.S. anytime soon, right?
Since then, every time she’d called home, though I don’t know why, she had suggested my aunt put my cousin in some sort of apprenticeship. “He needs to learn something.” My mom said. “Life isn’t just about math and science.” Sometimes, I feel like she treats everyone like illiterate sh**. Just because people chooses to not go to college doesn’t mean they’re stupid. Some people who chooses to go might be the stupid one. Take me, for example. My entire family didn’t go to college and they turned out just fine. My cousin from my father’s side is a manager of a business right out of high school. Of course, it didn’t help that he inherited the business from his dad but my point is a lot of people don’t go to college and they turn out just fine.
Anyway, so far, she’d suggested him to be a plumber, electrician, and cellphone repair. 
That last one was the most recent due to the fact my new job is in a cellphone repair shop. I didn’t even know those things existed until now and apparently, it does not exist in China. I wonder what people do if they accidentally drop their phone on the floor and break the glass. Do they just throw it away?
Did I mention she didn’t sound happy when I told her I got a new job?
That had been turned around last Friday when she suddenly was interested to know everything about my new job like what does the business do or how much is labor per hour.
The motive? Oh she always has a motive alright…
…and I figured it out in a jiffy. She wants to take over as usual. This time is different though. She doesn’t really wanted to take over my job, well she does but really, she wants to take over the cellphone repair guy’s job. She thought taking apart an iPhone is easy and that it’s no-brainer to fix a phone. She thought earning $70 an hour fixing a phone is easy. She wanted me to ask my boss to let her be the protegee of the cellphone repair guy.
Ha ha, very funny. I’m not going to do that. Nice try, though. The last thing I need is to have my mother breathing down my neck again. However, if I could learn a trade, I would learn cellphone repair. It looks profitable but I’ll have to learn it secretly maybe from the cellphone repair guy. He seems nice enough. 😉
#AtoZChallenge – I For Insane
The past two weeks have been just insane. I feel like all the blog posts have been rushed and I haven’t had the time to really buckle down and do some writing that’s really worth reading. So I can understand why my site traffic is taking a plunge; yes, I’m crazy about that. 😉
I got up early this morning even though I went to bed super late last night. I guess I’m just excited because first of all, it’s Friday and secondly, I have work, a good way to earn some cold hard cash.
I’m mostly excited because all this craziness is coming to pass. I can finally sit down, breathe, and catch up all that’s happened in the blogging world and not worry about to have to run around as I’ve done this week.
So in my post on Sunday, I mentioned I skipped my daily ritual (Daily Prompt) two days in a row. Well, I have only done it once this week. How ’bout that? First, the prompt are not really inspiring me to write anything, except yesterday which I intend to write in just a moment, and the weather wasn’t not exactly cooperating.
This was a picture I took on Tuesday and it was already passed 9 am when I snapped it. It’s been like that the entire week.
It rained and snowed on Wednesday not to mention the temperature went from 60’s and 70’s to 30’s and 40’s. I didn’t want to wear my warm down jacket since it’d just been cleaned. I had to settle with my regular thick coat which didn’t do much good against the cold.
Another thing that made my week insane was in my post Sunday, I told you the fantastic news that my instructor had cancelled class on Tuesday. Well, that came with consequences because I spent until midnight on Wednesday night doing all the homework and filling in the notes for Thursday’s class. I was so tired I didn’t even want to get up yesterday but I did anyway with the hope of just getting the day over with. That was difficult. Nothing was cooperating especially the traffic. It took me 45 minutes instead of my usual 20 minutes commute to get home. Thank god I don’t have to go anywhere except work today.
So here is to a wonderful day. 🙂
Writing 101: Commit to Writing Practice
It took me two days but I finally come up with three songs. These three songs are not the most important, as stated in the exercise but they do have significant importance. Continue reading “Writing 101: Commit to Writing Practice”
#AtoZChallenge – H For Headphones
I know, such a dumb word I have chosen to represent H. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – H For Headphones”
#AtoZChallenge – G For Gamer
G was supposed to be for “Grammar” but honestly, I hate for you guys to hear me complain day after day. So G is for “Gamer” instead. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – G For Gamer”
Writing 101: A Room with a View
Day two of Writing 101 is asking us to tell about a place we would go if we can zoom through space. Continue reading “Writing 101: A Room with a View”
#AtoZChallenge – F for Forgotten Streak
As I lie awake in bed last night, I realized something. My blogging streak started last April and since then I haven’t stopped blogging. So I think this is the real anniversary of this blog, not February of 2013 since I blogged for less than a month before quitting. Okay, so I posted a few times between September and April but it doesn’t count. Less than 10 posts a month does not count as consistent in my books. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – F for Forgotten Streak”
Fantastic Relieving News
Daily Prompt: You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
What is the fantastic news?
I feel so out of touch doing these daily prompts after not doing them for just a few short days. Anyway, my reaction depends on the news.
Last night, I did get some great news. My instructor had cancelled lecture for today. So I only have one class today. Yay! I was super relieved because so much studying in the last couple of days, I need a break. It looks like I will get one this week.
I peeked at the schedules for all my classes and it looks like my last assignment for my cost accounting class is due tomorrow and then that’s it except for the book report. My other two classes look like it’s winding down as well. That is wonderful for me.
Oh right, what was the first thing I did upon hearing the news? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I spent the night alone curling under two blankets watching TV. It’s freezing in the living room.
My mom’s off to training once again and she won’t be back until this afternoon. So last night was sort of my night off. After finding out this beautiful spring weather was going to turn on me, I went back to my blog and wrote a flash fiction along with reading a few posts to get my head in the groove again before heading off to bed.
I just cannot believe it’s going to get cold again and snow. I thought this warm weather’s going to last but apparently, winter is going to swoop in again.
#AtoZChallenge – E for Excessive Control
Thanks to my mother, I just got home from a crappy exam and oh look, the light on the answering machine is blinking. I pressed play and guess what, it’s mom calling home to check on me. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – E for Excessive Control”
Writing 101: Unlock the Mind
This is my first time taking Writing 101 and the first task is to free-write for 20 minutes. Okay, I can do that. Continue reading “Writing 101: Unlock the Mind”
Mental Note
All day today, I’ve been thinking of how I missed doing the prompt two days in a row. I blame my stubborn self for that because until I finish my homework, I cannot think about anything else. Well, just now, I completed one of my homework assignments. I still have to study for the two exams I have to take tomorrow but apparently I cannot do that.
One of the major downside of being in the same program as my mother is being in the same class together. I’ve been spoiling her for the majority of the semester, doing her homework all because I fell for her excuses over and over. Oh, I’m so busy. Oh I paid for your this and that. Oh I’m old. I helped you, didn’t I?
(Sigh) I told myself over and over, stop falling for them but every time she uses those excuses, it just makes me feel guilty and hence, rendering me speechless. I guess that’s what mothers do, send their children on a guilt trip to make them do their bidding.
This morning, I gave her a quick overview of the assignment and told her to do it on her own. I am not even sure if she was fully listening when I explained it to her or was she thinking about money again. I even told her, “if you don’t understand, watch the instructor’s video.”
Her answer was, “It will be quicker if you did it first.”
Of course it will be because then all she had to do would be to copy it. So here’s what I wrote for my mental note. Can I stick to it? We’ll see.
#AtoZChallenge – D for Deadlines
This weekend’s going to be hectic once again. It doesn’t matter that it’s Easter, exams and homework wait for no one. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – D for Deadlines”
#AtoZChallenge – C for Celebration
Two days ago (A), I failed to mention my excitement. I wrote I was absolutely excited. I actually meant today. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – C for Celebration”
Smoother in Words
Today’s prompt is a tricky one, so I’m going to have to think about it. Meanwhile, I’m going to answer yesterday’s: How do you communicate differently online than in person, if at all? How do you communicate emotion and intent in a purely written medium? Continue reading “Smoother in Words”
#AtoZChallenge – B for Breakfast
I peeked at my fridge this morning for a little breakfast, it’s practically empty except for the overwhelming amount of vegetables my mom bought on Saturday before coming home to hassle me to write her paper on Argentina for her. Essentially, I am out of breakfast. Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – B for Breakfast”
#AtoZChallenge – A for Absolutely
Absolutely, what? You ask. I can think of a lot of adjective that can follow that word like annoyed, poofed, tired, exhausted, excited, psyched… Continue reading “#AtoZChallenge – A for Absolutely”
So Not a Fan
I hate it and dread it every year. Will someone pull a prank on me? Will someone prank me so hard that my chest pound and I have to watch my back the entire freaking day? Will I get hurt? I might be able to stand pain but I hate to get hurt. Continue reading “So Not a Fan”
Surprised (Very)
I suppose everybody has a tagline, a short phrase or slogan that describe who we are, what we do (occupationally) or just something that sums up what we are individually, kind of like a brand or logo. I used to have no tagline of my own but I acquired one two days ago. Okay, I’ll tell you about it now.
About two months ago, after seeing and listening to people raving and booing about twitter, I finally opened a twitter account. I didn’t start using it until two days ago, as a curious little experiment and as a way to ditch my Facebook “friends” who basically ruined the term social media for me.
After joining Facebook for eight, nine years (wow has it really been that long?), no one liked the pictures I posted or read the things I’ve written. The only time my “friends” talked or, in this case, messaged me was on my birthday. Each time, we just go back and forth twice maybe three times.
They’ll say, “Oh, I missed you. Are you coming back to Cali anytime soon?” Um, I’m in school. Do I look like I have the time to travel? They’ll replied, “Oh, well I missed you,” and that’s the end of the conversation.
Anyway, I wanted to start fresh, I don’t want the situation over at Facebook ruin social media for me, too late. So I turned to the other source for social media, twitter. I didn’t know, I still don’t know how to use twitter, how to read tweets, and so on. The short-hand notations and the hash-tags are driving me nuts.
Anyway, I finally went on after two months and posted my first ever tweet, possibly to let the world know I’ve finally registered for an account.
After so many years of watching and listening to everyone talk about twitter this twitter that, I’m finally on.
— Yinglan Zheng (@yinglanzheng) March 29, 2015
I wasn’t expecting anyone to read that or even follow me but just for the heck of it and because everything on twitter is about shortness, I posted a few more.
I am very rusty at this social media thing. Bear with me.
— Yinglan Zheng (@yinglanzheng) March 29, 2015
I completely set up my profile and even connected this blog to the account and set up the widget in my sidebar. You see that below? That’s my tagline. It said to write a bio but come on, in that tiny space?
I am a blogger, a writer, an engineer, and a will-be accountant.
Well, that basically describes what I do.
Then something unexpected happened. Monday morning, I woke up and checked my stats on WP, 5 followers for twitter. I could feel my eyes bulge as I did a double-take. For some of you out there, it’s not a lot. To me, it’s a lot just like it’s a lot for me to have over 700 subscribers on this blog.
Just now, I checked again, 28 followers and all of them are associated with writing. Most of them authors and writing club. You can tell, I’m still very surprised myself.
A Tale of Two Roommates
Head throbbing, throat aching, voice going coarse, and my bottle of anger is full again.
My weekend was crappy, worse than usual but I’m not going to complain. I’m going to let it out another way, a story. I’ve weaved my crappy weekend into a tale between two roommates, Leslie and Sarah. First, I should apologize for this incredibly long post (I can’t help it) but anyway, enjoy the dramatic tale. 🙂
Leslie sat before her computer on a Saturday morning, studying for an afternoon exam. After more than 6 months, she still hadn’t adjusted to fact that she had to find her own time to complete the exams for her classes. At least this one’s open-book, open-notes, she thought happily. She wouldn’t had to go through the tedious process of making a half-page note-card.
By noon, her stomach was growling. She often skips breakfast to save time on studying. So she quickly went to the pantry, pulled a ramen from a plastic bag with her name on it, and popped it into a bowl. She dumped the tiny bag of soup mix, added the water, and popped it into the microwave. By the time she finished with her ramen, she heard a click of the locks. Sarah was home.
“Hey, Les, can you help me with these groceries?” Sarah was carrying at least six bags of food.
Leslie took four bags and hurried to the kitchen. “What are you trying to do? Feed an army?” She dropped the bags on the counter.
“They’re for both of us, duh.” Even then, it would be too much. Leslie went to the sink and clean up while Sarah put her purse on the chair. “Listen, I need your help with something.”
“What?” Leslie asked as she wiped her hands dry.
“I have this paper due Monday and I’m wondering if you can help me since, well, your writing is better mine.”
“What is it on?” Leslie asked quickly.
“It’s a research paper, 6-9 pages. I don’t know what’s on yet. The instructor wasn’t clear.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait. I have to go take the exam.”
“Then go,” Sarah replied. “We can talk about it when you get home.”
Three hours later, Leslie finally came home. The exam took much longer than she had thought. It was 24 questions on 30 pages and each question took forever to complete. Tired but still full of energy, she knocked on Sarah’s door and almost instantly, Sarah wrenched the door open, shoving a paper in Leslie’s face.
“You see this?” Sarah shrieked. Leslie grabbed the paper and looked at it carefully. It was the rubric for the assignment. “It makes completely no sense! He doesn’t explain anything. He just gives the assignment and expects us to understand it at a snap of a finger.”
“The paper said to pick four or more variables affecting the operating environment. What kind of operating environment?” Sarah led her to her laptop sitting on the desk and showed her a PowerPoint presentation on Argentina. “What does Argentina have to do with anything?”
“He assigns us each a country and we’re supposed to apply the variables.”
Leslie frowned. “I don’t know. What do you want me to do exactly?” Sarah handed her an index card. On it are the words, “political, military, economics, social, information, infrastructure.”
“These are the things I need you to research and write about. I will write the rest.” She switched the screen to a word document. “It’s all formatted. All you have to do is fill in the information.”
By then, Leslie only vaguely understood the assignment. “And why can’t you do this yourself?”
“Do I look like I have the time to do both?” Sarah snapped and Leslie threw her hands up and retreated to her room. “I want this done by tomorrow.” Sarah called as Leslie shut the door to her bedroom, she leaned against the door for a minute and sighed.
Sarah always does this, wait until the last minute and just snaps her fingers. Just like that, Leslie to the rescue. She was like one of those nerds that does bully’s homework. Leslie went to her computer and opened the file Sarah had just sent her over dropbox.
That night, to decompress from the long exam, Leslie decided to watch a few shows on TV. She’s already had two pages completed. Lounging on the living room couch, Sarah joined her. “So, roomie, have you completed my paper yet?”
“Not yet, almost though.” Leslie replied.
“May I make some suggestions though?” Leslie nodded. “Focus more on how each variable affect the environment.” Leslie wasn’t exactly listening but Sarah kept blathering on. If you want me to do your assignment, don’t tell me what to write. I have my own methods. She thought.
Leslie screamed when she opened her eyes the next morning to find Sarah hovering above her. “What are you doing?”
“It’s 8, time to get up.” Leslie glanced over at her alarm clock, it was only 7:30. She moaned and sank her head back on her pillow. “Come on, Les, I want it done by 10 am. You do want to have time to do you own thing, don’t you?”
She went to the window and opened the blinds, the light streaming into the room made Leslie shrank and curled. Leslie groaned. “Fine, I’m up!” Leslie stumbled out of bed over to her computer. She yawned and clicked open the file. It looked like Sarah had updated it, she added a few more sections and miraculously, it was completed.
Groggily, she made her way to the kitchen to scour the fridge for breakfast. She settled with a yogurt and ate it over the sink, her head was still throbbing from the blast of sunlight. She stumbled back into her room and sat before the computer, the words blurred and the more she read, the more it was becoming more puzzling.
“Is it done yet?” Leslie jumped, suddenly realizing Sarah was behind her. Had she been watching me this whole time? Leslie wondered. This was beginning to feel like Sarah’s got a gun to her head forcing her to write.
“Almost.” Leslie answered.
“Almost?!” Sarah shrieked. “It’s been two hours!”
Leslie rubbed her temples and said tiredly. “I’m doing the best I can. It’s not that easy, you know.”
“Hurry up,” Sarah snapped. “I’ve been waiting on you all morning and you can’t even write two paragraphs? I am way faster than that.”
Leslie bolted up, “Fine, then write it yourself. I’m tired of your bossing around. My head hurts, I’m not in the mood.”
“Fine!” Sarah screamed. “I don’t need your help. I will write it myself.”
“Fine!” Leslie shouted back and pushed Sarah from her room and locked her room. They didn’t exchange a single word the remainder of the day. Leslie worked on her own homework. Now and then, she could hear Sarah rehearsing in her room, always the same line and this is how their story ends (for now) because do stories ever end?
Blog Tour Award: My Creative Process
Last week, I was surprised and amazed when I received a ping-back from Izzy of Izzy-grabs-life. Izzy has nominated me for the Blog Tour Award! I didn’t even know such award existed, I’m so honored.
RULES:
- Compose a one-time post on a specific Monday (date given from your nomination — I was given March 30)
- Give them the rules and a specific Monday to post by – for the next round, I will go with Monday April 6, 2015
- Pass the tour on up to four other bloggers.
- Answer four questions about your creative process which lets other bloggers and visitors know what inspires you to do what you do.
QUESTIONS:
WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON AT THE MOMENT?
I’m currently working on my homework. Ha ha, just kidding, I’m taking a break from my cost accounting homework.
Um, at the moment, I’m actually about half-way done with what-I-think is a short-story but it’s turning into a novelette. I’m think probably another 3000 words on top of the current 4800 should do it. It’s a rewrite and it used to be called “The Forgotten” but I think the title’s a little lame. So I’m coming with a new title at the moment.
HOW DOES YOUR WORK DIFFER FROM OTHERS IN YOUR GENRE?
Honestly, I do not know. We all get our inspiration somewhere, whether be TV shows or movies or books. I pull ideas for my stories from those places but at the time, I would try to add something different, my own touch but I suppose, in a way, my work can be comparable to others in my genre.
WHY DO YOU WRITE OR CREATE WHAT YOU DO?
My head is filled with pictures and ideas. Every time, I watch a TV show or a movie or read a book, I instantly get pictures, pictures that once I lose them, I am not getting them back. Since I am not an artist (I can’t even draw a car right), I choose words as my medium. So writing is really my way of painting those mental pictures. The paper is my canvas, as some would say, and I’m painting it with words.
HOW DOES YOUR WRITING/CREATIVE PROCESS WORK?
Well, like I said, I get pictures and I just writing it down as to artist painting the canvas. I don’t exactly have a process. I just get these flashes in my head and as soon as I get them, I would jog them down somewhere, anywhere, be it an existing story or a new story. Otherwise, it will feel like what Maya Angelou says.
However for the flash fiction challenges and prompts, it’s different.
- I look at the picture prompt or the word prompt.
- For the picture prompt, I would then run through a variety of scenarios in my head. I would ask, can this happen? or is this situation logical? I usually try to pull from my life before going fiction.
- For the word prompt (the prompts that are words-only, no picture), those are usually pretty tough for me to write any fiction stories. I usually just stick to non-fiction for those.
- Of course, I can’t post or publish anything without proofreading and editing it. This would be my last step. I usually go over it 2 or 3 times until I’m satisfy with every word.
MY NOMINEES
It is my pleasure to nominate the following individuals:
I am looking forward to hear about everyone’s creative process!
A Behind the Scene Performer
Daily Prompt: If you were involved in a movie, would you rather be the director, the producer, or the lead performer? (Note: you can’t be the writer!). Continue reading “A Behind the Scene Performer”
Banquets and Roast Pig
Today’s prompt asks, Tell us about your favorite meal, either to eat or to prepare. Does it just taste great, or does it have other associations?
I don’t think I have a favorite meal. Oh, wait, nah, my favorite meal involves a banquet and a roast pig. Oh man, you have no idea how gruesome it was to find a suitable picture. All the roast pig pictures are so graphic. I almost feel bad for looking at it.
Anyway, I’ve been to a few of these banquets, always either someone’s just had a baby or they are getting married or it’s just one of those family reunion things. In a word, celebration. It was one of those occasions where we just eat and talk insanely loud. The noise bothers me but the food is insanely good.
So I have to go change the turtles’ water. It’s been three days (I’ve been busy) and the house really smells of turtle waste now. Boy, turtles poop a lot, don’t they?
I’m going to leave you with another flash fiction piece I’ve written about the curious boy name Michael. I think it fits the prompt since it’s food-related. See ya!
Curious Michael – Did you lay those eggs?
Michael sat at the table in the breakfast nook as he waited for his mother to bring him his favorite weekend favorite breakfast, Scrambled Eggs and French Toast.
A moment later, his mom slid a plastic plate onto the table. “Here you go, sweetie.” His mom smiled and sat across from him.
Michael stared at the eggs and asked, “Mommy, did you lay those eggs?”
His mom’s fork was half way between her mouth and the plate, she paused and dropped her fork, “What? Of course not, why would you say that?”
Michael pinched a piece of his toast and shoved it into his mouth, “Because some boys at school called me a chicken. Since I’m a chicken, you are a chicken too. Chickens lay eggs, don’t they?” His brows knitted together.
“Honey, those kids don’t know what they are talking about. You’re not a chicken and I didn’t lay these eggs. Now eat your breakfast.”
This is Another Story 