Baby Alien
Cara Jean Kamehiro
February 26, 2011
RD2
Ever since I was a little girl, I have always imagined aliens to look like little green people with three fingers, big eye(s) or a bunch of little ones, and short stubby antennas on their heads who fly around our galaxies in gigantic UFOs and speak different dialect tones. Aliens are said to be nonexistent, so I'll leave picturing an alien to your imagination. I know such creatures do not exist so I could not believe my eyes when they stumbled across a computer screen attached to a television screen that showed the alien in my bubble. That was the only way to see him, an unknown creature to the eye, but technology allowed me to see him, and with my hands and body I could feel him. He did not speak any tones yet, though he does yawn, swallow, "breath", and blink just like us humans. He did have only a couple fingers visible at this moment, but more to form was a sure in. Two big eyes that are closed, a tiny nose and small lips that looked just like mine! No hair on the head like me, yet, but no antennas either! What kind of creature could this be that I am staring at. A UFO he did own and it was his own spaceship that he just lays and sleeps in all day long. Though he does not fly around galaxies in outer space, but he does swim in a galaxy inside a space. Definitely an alien, could be the only word to describe him to some, but I like to call him my baby boy.
The night passed and grew to morning as the clock struck twelve, and I start to end my day finishing my marathon of "The O.C." on my computer. February twenty second at one forty-five strolls along the clock and my eyes start to get super heavy. This baby makes me wobble and waddle. I slowly make my way over to my ship to never, never land and realize standing up that water is every where! Calmly I notice, yikes my water broke at two in the morning.
Mom and sister running frantically around the house getting things together to go to the hospital, while there I was moving at one mile per two hours lolligagging to put my things together. Finally packed and heading out the door, the night is dark, the air is cooler and thinner than the air conditioner temperature, stars shone almost as bright as the orange street lights that lined both sides of the street outside my Kahala town house. Cars lined the street with no parking left, leaving my sister, mom and I to walk to the back parking lot in a single file line to get to Lola, my mom's tomato red, two thousand and nine Carolla.
It is two thirty when I check in at the pink hospital with the name of Kapiolani. Feeling weird with water still oozing, what felt like all over the floor, but it was unnoticeable to young adults that were sitting in the waiting room watching the Disney channel, a television station designed for the little kids. A short wait in the room that was not really a room but just a television with chairs in a corner of the hospital entrance. I only had to sit there and wait two minutes max leaving me no time to mass text everyone the news. After the short wait I arrived at my first room, just so happened to be the same room I was in earlier in the year. Everything was happening so fast as if the little baby was controlling the whole universe to make way for his entrance.
Getting in the hospital mood, clothed in my gown and finally lying in bed number one. Being hooked up to monitors and pricked by millions of needles draining blood and pumping fluids in my vessels. I finally get to finish texting everyone, or everyone that knew I was having a baby, which were the close friends and family of course. In no time did my nurse reenter with a wheel chair that looked like it was made for a ten foot persons torso. Moving to room 301, my bed number two was waiting for me just down the hall and around the corner. Kicking, kicking, kicking so hard, he was pumping all the liquid from inside me out. He must know that I was being wheeled to the room where he was going to make his grand entrance.
This room was twice the size of my first room, bigger than my bed room at home. But all I could do now in this room was wait, and wait and wait, as he kicked harder and more often. Still dark outside he was still in darkness. Nurses came in and out of my room every half an hour, leaving my mom and I no time to sleep, not that the alien would let me. Sooner than ever it was light out and eleven o'clock came in no time. Got the wonder drug to kill the pain, but getting it is the worst pain ever! Nurses thought I would deliver at midnight that night. Though he must have felt the pain from the shot because come to realize delivery came sooner than anyone expected, rather than twelve more hours, two hours went by with a lot of cramping pains from him saying "get me out of here!" An hour went by and my baby, the alien finally arrived on February 22, 2011 at 2:13 pm.
The tinniest human from his UFO was the most quietest and cutest thing I had ever seen. Tones started to seek out of his little body as he lays on top of me he holds my finger and grips it tight and stares into my eyes bonding with me like he knew my face for years. He is all slimy, a grayish purple color, soft and squishy that if you did not know he was a new born you would think he was an odd purple alien with no antennas. I did not care what he looked like, just as long as he was mine, my flesh and blood, my one and only purple alien. His blink of his eyes looked like an alien, so slow and what looked to be uncomfortable. With his eye lids swollen and puffy you would not know what layer of skin would close over his eyes. His eyeballs as well looked all black when he opened them with no white around it. With in minutes, he started to look different, more human like. He was no longer slimy, he gained color in his squishy skin and more unexplained sounds emerged from him.
From a computer and television screen that was a pixel 3D face and felt like galaxies away, to a real life three dimension physical picture, laying right in my arms in front of my eyes. Imagine, my own living alien walking amongst us humans, as we make our own galaxy here on planet Earth.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
A Rock Submerged in My World
Cara Jean Kamehiro
2 February 2011
FD1
A Rock Submerged in My World
There are so many rocks scattered in the giant Pacific Ocean and I am lucky to have landed on the one called Hawaii, or more specifically, Oahu. I think about Honolulu, Hawaii as my home town, my place in this world, my rock, and my personal paradise. I can see all the beauty and diverse culture all around me. Many may come down here and see a version of Oahu's beauty that contains the beautiful mountains that are great for hikes, white sandy beaches, crystal blue oceans that reflect of the sky, a warm ray of sunshine, and just a great place to escape to. But like I said, Oahu is my home town, the place of my birth and rebirth as I find myself here without ever leaving. [THESIS] When finding myself I also find a father from above that guided my mother and I to overcome our worst fear of her daughter losing her childhood too young, and myself becoming a mother.[THESIS]
Strolling down the beach, sand between my toes, waves to my ankles, breeze in my hair, sunglasses that cover half my face, Ipod bursts music through my veins, and the sun on my cheeks. With a perfect life like this, I like to think I am the only one on this rock of paradise. So peaceful and calm I can see only the horizon ahead of me and a force telling me to keep moving forward, no matter how heavy the wet sand may get. For now I can only see the surface of life in this world I am living in. The surface beauty that all people see when they come here for vacation, or just to visit. As the thought of life ran through my brain, "There's Gotta Be More To Life" by Stacie Orrico streams through the cheap earphones I got a while back from a convenient store around the block from my house. What a coincidence that this happened, I start to ask myself, could this be a sign from above? I come to brush it off in a few seconds and just decide to enjoy the walk and the song.
Living on Oahu for so long and not leaving this place for a long period of time is like a long term couple in love. Eventually, I see Oahu's true self and all of its' ugliness. Like a person, places are not all perfect. I can start to see all the pollution being exposed to the air, all the littering in the sand and in the waters, homeless people sleeping around every corner, and how the once crystal blue water becomes an ugly mercy brown color. "Sitting Waiting Wishing" by John Meyer plays now as I sit and gaze into the humid and muggy air that is a heat wave that usually settles right before a big storm. Just then, I could see a huge rain cloud that looks like a huge flying UFO overhead. It is so heavy it is ready to pour down rain like there should be an ark somewhere waiting to save the human race, and wash away the thick mug that fills the air.
A block away from running home from the beach I can feel raindrops beat down harder and harder within seconds. Thank you UFO, for you did deliver and pour down like there was no tomorrow. I finally make it in the door, and I try to dry myself off as much as I can while praying that my Ipod still works after all that down pour. I turn on the news to see what the deal is with this weather while I sip on some hot coco to warm up hopefully to prevent a cold. Sure enough an unexpected tropical storm approaches Honolulu for the next couple of days. Hearing this news I know that my summer is officially over as we head into, what we like to call, "our winter weather". Thinking about this storm, I am loving the cool air hit my sunburned cheeks from an entire summer of sun bathing. Unaware at the moment that the cool air I felt on the surface of my skin was about to penetrate my whole life with one simple test. A test of life that many would consider a failure, and others would consider a gift. Knowing my history with tests, I knew I would be jugged by society as a failure, as a daughter and a teenaged girl. Sure enough, that is exactly what happened.
Time flew more into late October and the storm only got worse after that first part of the test. Early November came by and all hell broke loose with the biggest thunderstorm of the year! At this point was the point of no return, I was crashing and burning like the thunder pounding on my roof and my tears like the rain flooding the streets. Thank you God, father from up above, for the mother who sat next to me and comforted me as she saw the lightning flash before her baby girls' eyes. As her life had made one of its own with no consent and both forced to watch it consumed her for the next six months. As I accepted the warm embrace of my mom, never feeling her love more than now I knew she is the reason why the thunderstorm passed quicker than predicted by Guy Hagi on KHNL news.
Normally, after a storm passes I can look out my window and see all the crisp and vibrant colors from the world come to life and seem so vivid. I wish a camera could capture what I could see. This storm was different. After this storm, everything was still dull and foggy looking, like there was still more to come. I knew my storm had not passed yet, and I started to wonder if this weather was trying to tell me something. Being indecisive, I knew there were decisions to be made and courses of actions needed to be executed. I knew I could finally see those vibrant and vivid colors when I woke up and opened my eyes to see it. The only way to do it was to deal with my storm head on, over come the indecisiveness and grow up.
Weeks were whizzing by quicker than the seconds hand on my neon yellow Juicy Couture watch. I still could not see the colors and images I wanted to see. Feeling trapped and pressured into the decisions I needed to face, I laid myself down to sleep and I prayed to a higher being up above I knew was listing. "Please help me find myself and help me make a decision for a life I cannot call my own, but his own I want to be better. I know you will be there for me on either side I choose." Just as I said "Amen", the phone rang within seconds, I could only anticipate a beacon of light to shine on me. Turns out it was my aunty on the other line speaking of her best friends sister, and how she cannot experience this test of life, this gift of life. My decision I chose resulted in me answering this lady's prayers over many years.
God heard my most sincerest prayers I ever spoke from the deepest corners of my heart, and as fast as lighting he answered my prayers. Goose bumps oozed down from my neck to my spin and hit every nerve in my body. Instantly I knew that this was the right thing to do, so certain more than ever about anything in my life, I could finally wake up, open my eyes, and see those vivid and alive colors outside my window.
I know it is Christmas when Diamond Head is green, the sky is a light gray, a cool crisp air that makes me feel that everything is all back to normal and right in my world again. I can hear the joy shinning off of people's faces from the intense holiday cheer. The words "I Found God on the corner of first and Amistad" from the song "You Found Me" by The Fray, played from the tiny speakers in my macbook air laptop. I truly did find God through this whole storm, he was the father from up above.
The storm has passed and I realized that the life test was not over yet. Like a rock submerged in water I knew I could now call it a stepping stone in my life, just like the storm is now in my past. How I see life and make life from here on out after the storm was the real test. A basketball coach once told me, "That what is done is done. If it already happened theres no point in trying to change it. What matters is how you react to the situation. Attitude equals one hundred. You have to give one hundred percent of all your attitude to bounce back in hard times and to overcome any problems and storms in life."
Now, when I walk down the sandy white beaches of my home town Honolulu, I really feel like I am floating on the waves that crash the shore with the grains of sand exfoliating the soles of my feet as I now glide over it. Looking back at this past six months I realized that I did not find God only after the storm, but He was with me before the storm even came. All those weird coincidences of numerous songs playing describing my thoughts and actions. The force I heard in my head telling me what to do, pushing me forward down the sand. I truly saw the work of God after the thunderstorm hit. I have seen how truly blessed I am and how fortunate I am to have something so tragic happen to me and I can walk out of it with a smile on my face stretching from ear to ear. Only a person with an amazing family and awesome friends could have the support I had. With support like that is the only reason why I can stand on my own two feet, make my own decisions, stand up for myself, and take a good outlook of life to help others with their problems and answering their prayers. There really is more to life than what lies at the horizon.
_X__ Jan. 10- First Day of Instruction. Log in to our class blog, our Laulima discussion forum, and your hawaii.edu mailbox. Become familiar with these instructional media. Carefully review the information in our class blog, especially the syllabus (click on the tab at the top of the page) and schedule.
__X_ Jan. 11- Intro to Paper #1. Read the “Guidelines for Paper #1″ by midnight.
__X_ Jan. 11- Laulima Discussion: Who Am I? Post your response by midnight.
_X__ Jan. 12- Begin setting up your personal blog for all class papers. Click here for instructions. Alternately, see the “Blogger” links in the right sidebar in our class blog. To begin, complete the initial setup. You’ll be able to add finishing touches as the RD1 due date approaches. If you need help, post a request in the “Q&A About My Blog” forum in Laulima.
__X_ Jan. 18- Complete readings for Paper #1
_X__ Jan. 21- Laulima Discussion: Discuss essays by Ehrlich and Legler.
_X__ Jan. 26- Laulima Discussion: Discuss essays by Gilb and Whitehead.
__L_ Jan. 28- Review Draft #1 (RD1) due. [50 pts] Read the guidelines.
_X__ Jan. 31- Submit three RD1 evaluations. [50 pts] Read the guidelines.
__X_ Feb. 3- Final Draft #1 (FD1) due [100 pts] Read the guidelines.
2 February 2011
FD1
A Rock Submerged in My World
There are so many rocks scattered in the giant Pacific Ocean and I am lucky to have landed on the one called Hawaii, or more specifically, Oahu. I think about Honolulu, Hawaii as my home town, my place in this world, my rock, and my personal paradise. I can see all the beauty and diverse culture all around me. Many may come down here and see a version of Oahu's beauty that contains the beautiful mountains that are great for hikes, white sandy beaches, crystal blue oceans that reflect of the sky, a warm ray of sunshine, and just a great place to escape to. But like I said, Oahu is my home town, the place of my birth and rebirth as I find myself here without ever leaving. [THESIS] When finding myself I also find a father from above that guided my mother and I to overcome our worst fear of her daughter losing her childhood too young, and myself becoming a mother.[THESIS]
Strolling down the beach, sand between my toes, waves to my ankles, breeze in my hair, sunglasses that cover half my face, Ipod bursts music through my veins, and the sun on my cheeks. With a perfect life like this, I like to think I am the only one on this rock of paradise. So peaceful and calm I can see only the horizon ahead of me and a force telling me to keep moving forward, no matter how heavy the wet sand may get. For now I can only see the surface of life in this world I am living in. The surface beauty that all people see when they come here for vacation, or just to visit. As the thought of life ran through my brain, "There's Gotta Be More To Life" by Stacie Orrico streams through the cheap earphones I got a while back from a convenient store around the block from my house. What a coincidence that this happened, I start to ask myself, could this be a sign from above? I come to brush it off in a few seconds and just decide to enjoy the walk and the song.
Living on Oahu for so long and not leaving this place for a long period of time is like a long term couple in love. Eventually, I see Oahu's true self and all of its' ugliness. Like a person, places are not all perfect. I can start to see all the pollution being exposed to the air, all the littering in the sand and in the waters, homeless people sleeping around every corner, and how the once crystal blue water becomes an ugly mercy brown color. "Sitting Waiting Wishing" by John Meyer plays now as I sit and gaze into the humid and muggy air that is a heat wave that usually settles right before a big storm. Just then, I could see a huge rain cloud that looks like a huge flying UFO overhead. It is so heavy it is ready to pour down rain like there should be an ark somewhere waiting to save the human race, and wash away the thick mug that fills the air.
A block away from running home from the beach I can feel raindrops beat down harder and harder within seconds. Thank you UFO, for you did deliver and pour down like there was no tomorrow. I finally make it in the door, and I try to dry myself off as much as I can while praying that my Ipod still works after all that down pour. I turn on the news to see what the deal is with this weather while I sip on some hot coco to warm up hopefully to prevent a cold. Sure enough an unexpected tropical storm approaches Honolulu for the next couple of days. Hearing this news I know that my summer is officially over as we head into, what we like to call, "our winter weather". Thinking about this storm, I am loving the cool air hit my sunburned cheeks from an entire summer of sun bathing. Unaware at the moment that the cool air I felt on the surface of my skin was about to penetrate my whole life with one simple test. A test of life that many would consider a failure, and others would consider a gift. Knowing my history with tests, I knew I would be jugged by society as a failure, as a daughter and a teenaged girl. Sure enough, that is exactly what happened.
Time flew more into late October and the storm only got worse after that first part of the test. Early November came by and all hell broke loose with the biggest thunderstorm of the year! At this point was the point of no return, I was crashing and burning like the thunder pounding on my roof and my tears like the rain flooding the streets. Thank you God, father from up above, for the mother who sat next to me and comforted me as she saw the lightning flash before her baby girls' eyes. As her life had made one of its own with no consent and both forced to watch it consumed her for the next six months. As I accepted the warm embrace of my mom, never feeling her love more than now I knew she is the reason why the thunderstorm passed quicker than predicted by Guy Hagi on KHNL news.
Normally, after a storm passes I can look out my window and see all the crisp and vibrant colors from the world come to life and seem so vivid. I wish a camera could capture what I could see. This storm was different. After this storm, everything was still dull and foggy looking, like there was still more to come. I knew my storm had not passed yet, and I started to wonder if this weather was trying to tell me something. Being indecisive, I knew there were decisions to be made and courses of actions needed to be executed. I knew I could finally see those vibrant and vivid colors when I woke up and opened my eyes to see it. The only way to do it was to deal with my storm head on, over come the indecisiveness and grow up.
Weeks were whizzing by quicker than the seconds hand on my neon yellow Juicy Couture watch. I still could not see the colors and images I wanted to see. Feeling trapped and pressured into the decisions I needed to face, I laid myself down to sleep and I prayed to a higher being up above I knew was listing. "Please help me find myself and help me make a decision for a life I cannot call my own, but his own I want to be better. I know you will be there for me on either side I choose." Just as I said "Amen", the phone rang within seconds, I could only anticipate a beacon of light to shine on me. Turns out it was my aunty on the other line speaking of her best friends sister, and how she cannot experience this test of life, this gift of life. My decision I chose resulted in me answering this lady's prayers over many years.
God heard my most sincerest prayers I ever spoke from the deepest corners of my heart, and as fast as lighting he answered my prayers. Goose bumps oozed down from my neck to my spin and hit every nerve in my body. Instantly I knew that this was the right thing to do, so certain more than ever about anything in my life, I could finally wake up, open my eyes, and see those vivid and alive colors outside my window.
I know it is Christmas when Diamond Head is green, the sky is a light gray, a cool crisp air that makes me feel that everything is all back to normal and right in my world again. I can hear the joy shinning off of people's faces from the intense holiday cheer. The words "I Found God on the corner of first and Amistad" from the song "You Found Me" by The Fray, played from the tiny speakers in my macbook air laptop. I truly did find God through this whole storm, he was the father from up above.
The storm has passed and I realized that the life test was not over yet. Like a rock submerged in water I knew I could now call it a stepping stone in my life, just like the storm is now in my past. How I see life and make life from here on out after the storm was the real test. A basketball coach once told me, "That what is done is done. If it already happened theres no point in trying to change it. What matters is how you react to the situation. Attitude equals one hundred. You have to give one hundred percent of all your attitude to bounce back in hard times and to overcome any problems and storms in life."
Now, when I walk down the sandy white beaches of my home town Honolulu, I really feel like I am floating on the waves that crash the shore with the grains of sand exfoliating the soles of my feet as I now glide over it. Looking back at this past six months I realized that I did not find God only after the storm, but He was with me before the storm even came. All those weird coincidences of numerous songs playing describing my thoughts and actions. The force I heard in my head telling me what to do, pushing me forward down the sand. I truly saw the work of God after the thunderstorm hit. I have seen how truly blessed I am and how fortunate I am to have something so tragic happen to me and I can walk out of it with a smile on my face stretching from ear to ear. Only a person with an amazing family and awesome friends could have the support I had. With support like that is the only reason why I can stand on my own two feet, make my own decisions, stand up for myself, and take a good outlook of life to help others with their problems and answering their prayers. There really is more to life than what lies at the horizon.
_X__ Jan. 10- First Day of Instruction. Log in to our class blog, our Laulima discussion forum, and your hawaii.edu mailbox. Become familiar with these instructional media. Carefully review the information in our class blog, especially the syllabus (click on the tab at the top of the page) and schedule.
__X_ Jan. 11- Intro to Paper #1. Read the “Guidelines for Paper #1″ by midnight.
__X_ Jan. 11- Laulima Discussion: Who Am I? Post your response by midnight.
_X__ Jan. 12- Begin setting up your personal blog for all class papers. Click here for instructions. Alternately, see the “Blogger” links in the right sidebar in our class blog. To begin, complete the initial setup. You’ll be able to add finishing touches as the RD1 due date approaches. If you need help, post a request in the “Q&A About My Blog” forum in Laulima.
__X_ Jan. 18- Complete readings for Paper #1
_X__ Jan. 21- Laulima Discussion: Discuss essays by Ehrlich and Legler.
_X__ Jan. 26- Laulima Discussion: Discuss essays by Gilb and Whitehead.
__L_ Jan. 28- Review Draft #1 (RD1) due. [50 pts] Read the guidelines.
_X__ Jan. 31- Submit three RD1 evaluations. [50 pts] Read the guidelines.
__X_ Feb. 3- Final Draft #1 (FD1) due [100 pts] Read the guidelines.
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