From Seoul, Korea to Sendai, Japan

“Young girl, come with me.”

“Young girl have family plan, you come with me, now only you.”

In the end of an exhausting yet excruciatingly boring twelve hour plane ride, the seatbelt signs went off and I started up and turned to look at my brother behind me. Almost too quickly, a flight attendant pulled me to the front and no less than three people started me towards the center of the airport.

“Young girl, you come with me now. You have family plan.”

At twelve years old and just arriving in Seoul in South Korea, I had already been separated from my fifteen year old brother with people I can even communicate with. (They thought it was a good idea to put me on “accompanied minor” aka “Family Plan” because of my age, and since my brother was already fifteen they didn’t think he needed it. This is the reason why they took me away instead of my brother.) Tears streamed down my face as I ripped my hanging badge from my neck and I sprinted into the arms of my brother and wouldn’t let go.

That night a Typhoon hit and no one was leaving Seoul, Korea. Stuck in a hotel two hours from the airport without being able to communicate with anyone and in the middle of a dangerous area, I swore never to travel again.

Many hours later, being overcharged, taken advantage of, separated and scared, my brother and I finally got to Japan. Not like Tokyo but a little town called Sendai, where everything is beautiful, misty, exotic, and amazing.

My aunt was teaching English to a local high school for two years and my brother and I saw an opportunity to escape our little sheltered village and explore what this world had to offer. (You see, I always wanted to be tough like my brother and being that he wanted to go, I sat and pretended like I wasn’t scared and went, though I was terrified.) Our parents could only really afford two tickets, so it was no option but to travel just us two.

Day two of our stay in Japan and we were already on TV. The mayor had anticipated our visit for about two weeks and we were scheduled to air by day six of our visit. We couldn’t believe it, we felt like celebrities.

Because we were special visitors in that village we had a dinner party at the Mayor’s house and my brother was to have a sleepover with the son and his friends and I with his daughter and her friends. This was only our fourth day in Japan, and already we get separated.

During the day, while my aunt went to work, my brother and I would take walks, explore and chase bugs (they were enormous in Japan). Some days though we would just sit and each sushi pockets and cold noodle on the tiny couch and watch TV. It was always a challenge trying to see the TV through string after string of wet underwear and socks (there were no dryers in small towns like that).

I went to many tourist sites and saw every landmark and tree that needed to be seen but what I remember the most was the people. From walking down the alley way with an old lady grabbing our faces and looking at us like she had never seen a white person before or being invited to the mayors house and watching the kids chase large blue beetles to keep as pets, I had seen a whole different culture I had never seen before.

And even though that trip scared me so bad that I had insomnia for a summer after (apparently my brother thinks the night before flying alone to Japan is a good time to watch “Broken Down Palace”), I am so happy that I got to experience it. Japan is a beautiful and mysterious place I hope to one day return too.

Fred's Girl Tattoos Her Love

Wondering Where it Came From

Sitting at home, with 2 hours left on my clock to fill those minutes with entertainment before Logan comes reving up my street to pick me up and take me to Starbucks to do yet another marathon of homework, I decided to turn on my camera and see what happens.

First take on October 17th, 2008:
"blah blah blah my name is veronica and I make really lame videos on Youtube"

Second take:
"maybe I am just not that cut out for it"

Thrid take:
"what should I do...I can do a cartwheel...or I can..do something my dad told me to do that one time what was it...oh yea FREDS GIRL"

Three lame Youtubes later, with an exception to like one, then my lastest one scored two thousand hits! (Mind you, the most I have ever gotten was like eighty, so two-thousand in one day...I was borderline freaking out)

I am Fred's girl, and I have two more videos to come. So far, so fabulous.

Then onto the inter parts of my brain that need to wake up so I can keep up the subscribers and viewers (apparently other people besides my dad like to watch them too, who would have thunk?)

My dad thinks I am onto something, I might just have to take his word of it.

I Want To Be Fred's Girl

Hobbit For a Day

Adventurous on a Wednesday morning, I woke up to the sounds of the gardeners weekly routine.

So loud.

I have midterms to study for today and I also wanted to start on my children's book about Emma. I love Emma, and I want to write all about my imaginary baby.

I also need lots of coffee, and very little distraction. Over and out, this hobbit is running back into her hole. I won't be out until my brain is so empty of creativity that I can't even make a coffee drink, and thats like second nature.

Introduction To My Theory of Truth

Theory: A response to Decartes

Sitting still with a tea in my hand, and the wind delicately blowing the strands of hair off my face, I could only help but wonder why it feels so real. I contemplated what was real almost the entire time throughout my life, but have only now understood the concept that it is necessary to live without doubting the truth in order to accomplish anything. As I was reading Decartes, I noticed something that might not otherwise be noticed or conceived in the same fashion as what I am about to present to you. For just a recap, Decartes found himself as a ‘thinking thing’ and found himself the only thing that he himself knew for sure existed. Do I exist? Well, like Decartes, because I doubt therefore I think, and thinking is a function of a thing, the brain, therefore I am. Nothing in the world as a thing, concept, logic or idea is real in the sense that it can be continually questioned and researched. There isn’t a solid truth, even though it may be universally accepted, as the grass is green, and may all things be tested and doubted.

If we take all things, matter and energy, and classify them as false, or what they contain can be questioned, then all of society would live on edge, not trusting one another. So in a sense, we need to live by certain by standards and accept most things perceived and validated by our senses as true. Then it got me thinking, what happens if truth within itself is a perception, and on the basis of your individual definition, find indeed things that are true, without the perception of your senses, but by you who exist can find truth in a matter solely inside of you.

Now to get into clarity of what I have proposed, I had already studied this in my own head, because if honest truth can be found and it isn’t solely the truth of one’s existence, then I must be able to prove it within myself in order to see the truth in others.

According to Decartes, he exists solely because he doubts. Now, I exist because I can doubt as well. In taking this fact, I take it one step further. What is it in you that makes you exist other than the function you are already carrying out? If there is truth behind your existence then you must be able to identify yourself before you can explain it. This is a concept I have been trying to figure out for a long time now, why me? How is it that ‘me’ as an entity has the ability to do like others do but still keep my own identity. If I am able to make the connection between ‘me’ as a thing, as an entity, without the ability of being able to do anything except exist, to something that allows ‘me’ to carry out functions like ‘you’ or ‘them’, then I believe I can find things true without doubting them or testing them.

Be Prepared To Meet Your Only

Be prepared to meet your only
Only one who can defeat your usual
Like you mess them, you mess me
Feel free to make it your sole mission
So much you aim now target to conquer me over
No staying close to you or meet me by the foyer
Now I am just waiting for an excuse to topple over
Because maybe it’s a crush or an obsession I need now more than ever to lower
Standing tall now freeze the frame
Trying to pull a fast one on my game.