Ok, your job this week is observe a stranger at a bus stop, in a coffee shop, or on the train. Write an extended description of that person using the cumulative sentence structures we have discussed in class. Remember many a story have grown from a single image! If you want to include a picture of the image you have written on, please add a link.
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Rita
While most of people were still asleep in bed at 6 am in a weekend morning, Fu-Dao bus stop was already busy and swarming with early birds, such as neighbors, shoppers, merchants, especially hikers. Here, the closest bus stop for the famous Four Animals Mountains, it can attract more than hundreds visitors every weekend. Floating with all kinds aroma along the street, such as steaming buns, fried dumplings, fresh bread, fruit and flowers; meanwhile, hearing the greeting between the neighbors, merchants and hikers, all this gracious regards tenderly summoned the dormant city. Gently sunshine cascading on the street, warming up the remaining coldness from last night, turning the saturation of the walls from grayish to golden tone, everybody was affected by this vivacity. Everyone here for different purposes, grannies buying the breakfast, hikers breathing the freshness, however, there was only one old gentleman who sat dully behind the bus stop, sitting motionlessly, repeating in grumbling, sighing expressionlessly, and falteringly watching the people walking by him. Who was him, a hermit from the sacred mountains? What was he trying to do, maybe trying to herald the coming of a “storm”? No one knew it, but one thing for sure that was everybody enjoying one’s own dawn chorus; with content smiles on people’s faces were the beauty of this ordinary morning street.
Kennie
In a silent lazy afternoon, at a huge grassplot, there was a big party for the people who has or loves the shepherd dogs. A lot of people brought their dogs here to make dog friends, to chat with each other about the funny things their dogs ever did, to take part in the competition and express support for their dogs. It was a hot day; the girl in the middle of this picture was draping her coat over her shoulder, and all the people were wearing short T-shirt. The girl pulled a big Collie, smiled, and made a victory gesture seemed very pleased to participate in this party, but the Collie was not concentrate on the camera, he looked at the other side and wanted to play with other dogs. The boy behind the girl who looked like has a nice talking to someone else was not in the picture. The couple and their dog were concentrating on the left side where the competition was held, they didn’t join the competition, but their dog wanted to join it. The boy who wore the purple T-shirt was soothing the dog which is not the shepherd dog like others. The other people were waiting the race competition start. Some of them were in the competition and some of them were refueling to their friends, it was an exciting game that everyone wanted to let their dogs join. Everyone and every dog enjoyed the party, even the people who don’t have dogs; I thought there were full of joy.
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At the beginning of the day, the coldness and emptiness spreading around the alley, an old man covered himself with papers as his comfort through the night. In the morning, the footstep coming louder, students start to get out of their homes, with their half-opened eye-lids, rushing to take the early shuttles to school. Later, the sardine-like commuters emerged, crowding to the street and introducing the coming of a regular day. Disturbing by the sound of crowd, the old wanderer woke up and sat on the side of the street, hanging his twisted shirt on his shoulder, bare-chested, his skin covering with condensed filth, probably from the exposure on the street for a period, not having a chance to take a shower. Sitting beside the wanderer, a business man wearing a straight suit, putting his hand on his tight, similar to the gesture of an emperor, supervised each passing step before his eyes, which resembled his job as a manager, observing the slightest motion, with piercing and sharp sight. As many people walking by, a young lady with pink and bright mini-skirt captured his eyes. She wore a white shirt without sleeves, her golden hair spread around her shoulder, with a confident smile of understanding, as if to catch the essence of a joke, or to reveal some secrets of the business. The wanderer lighted a cigarette, lifting one leg up to the side bar of the street, staring into the distance with desperation, as if worrying about the meals of the day, or tossing himself to the emptiness of smoking, where he could meet the meaning of his desolate life.
Arron
Jessica
Mr. Fox is a science teacher at the local elementary school. Its just another Monday morning as Mr. Fox is arriving schools to begin his morning class. Just as usual, Mr. Fox bought a hot latte before school like he does everyday. As he walks delightfully, Mr. Fox was alarmed by a bang. He glanced over to the left immediately. One silver sedan collided with another car in front, and then that car crashed into a wall on the side of the road. Right after this silver sedan zig-zagged towards Mr. Fox with high speed, Mr. Fox was shocked and dodged the direction of the sedan, and then it ran into the school's Admission Office. Mr. Fox does not believe that he actually saw the entire car accident, and some of the teachers and students ran one after another afterwards. Mr. Fox quickly reported to the police. Soon later the ambulance and the police have arrived at the school. The police blocked car accident area immediately. Finally the police have discovered that it was a 70 years old lady who was drunk and she actually fainted. Luckily, no one is hurt from the car accident.
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165cm taller them average. wearing doctor’s white robe with a stethoscope hung on her neck. A small elegant pink color pen put in the top pocket. Two hands casually tucking in side pockets. the bright black long hair pitched into pony-tail shaking slightly when the elevator stops at each floor. her two big shinning eyes stared at his two eyes .hard to say intentionally or not .and smiled with her cherry red lips locked, Standing opposite to her equally young and slim face turning into red as stared by her. Putting fingers through hair. also smiling lightly with the ends of his mouth up. He showed his teeth. Elevator moved again people came in and went out. A thin emotion flowed in the air. She smiled and he did too. Finally the elevator stopped. She walked out and turned back to say "your eyes look yellow. Remember to see a doctor"
Regina
Yvonne
Before you were settled in this corner, I had been standing outside your window for decades, day and night, watching sunset and sunrise, lovers stealing kisses around the corner, fathers carrying children on their shoulders, single women with pets, old men walking with canes, teenagers dancing to their music on the beach.
J. closed the door earlier than usual tonight, a rainy night with few customers, other vendors had gone home long before, drizzling rain not stopping – I liked it though.
I liked it when rolling raindrops painting tracks down the window between you and me, my warm yellow lamplight casting these flowing patterns on your top, J. sitting in front of you, putting out her cigatette, closing her eyes for a while, then running her fingers over you. I particularly liked it when her fine fingers playing beautiful pieces on your black and white keys, you and she becoming one, the moving, passionate melodies always haunting, running in my mind through deep tranquil nights.
While she was dancing tango with a regular patron that night, K. sat in the audience behind her, at a table with a few whisky glasses empty, his pipe puffing tabacco smoke, his eyes slightly hidden behind his hat. He could’t take his eyes off her; I knew that well, her pretty fair legs dancing with the spirited rhythm, her scarlet high-heels stamping with fascinating steps, her skirt swaying with the movements, her hair flying, tangled with the turns, her shiny charming red lips slightly opened with her eyes glowing with a concerntrating expression, an enchanting smile, hot sweats rolling down her brow and cheeks. But just before she danced the last tango, somehow he had gone away, with a sealed letter and that warm pipe left on that table.
I hadn’t seen her dance or play tango since then. That was a few months ago, the night she leaning against our window, staring into the dark distance, hearing steaming horns of the ship fading on the moonless drizzling ocean.
(Sorry, I don't know how to post a picture on the Net.)
It was rainy Monday morning at 7:00 o’clock. Everyone was busy getting to work. This woman was one of them, too. She was thin and tall, wearing a suit and high heels, standing at the bus stop waiting for a bus, holding an umbrella, putting on some lipstick to get ready for work. All of the bags were all hung onto her one of the arm. It seemed she couldn’t hold any other stuff anymore as though her bags and other things had been about to fall down to the ground in any minute. She was thinking when the bus was coming, and seconds later she took her cell out of her purse, calling a friend, trying to kill time while standing and waiting for a bus, but nobody answered it. She was looking at the watch and said to herself, “if the bus is not coming in 10 minutes, I’m going to be late.” This couldn’t happen today because today she was very important for the meeting. She was so nervous and anxious; feeling struggled, staring the buses in the distance, checking time constantly. She looked like a tough women, telling herself she couldn’t give up so easily or she might get fired otherwise. Her two legs started to get sour, and her head was getting dizzy, too. She took a deep breathe, thinking if she should have just told her boss the truth or found an excuse for being late. She knew everyone was already waiting for her in charge of this meeting, worrying that this meeting would be screwed up and the boss would be mad at her if she was not there on time today. After thinking all this mess could happen, she decided not to let this happen, trying to figure out how to get there as quickly as possible. She hailed a taxi cab, leaving the bus stop. When she finally got there, no one was there, she was thinking this was odd, going back to her work station, checking today’s schedule, having a meeting at 9:00A.M., looking at her office clock, mistaking the time which is an hour early, being relieved and exhausted. She was the only one to be blamed for all this mess.
Lu-Ting
Kristine
Meimei refused to speak to me for three weeks now. I don't know how to make her talk to me again. Why didn't she understand that everything I'm doing now is really for her own good, that I don't want her to neglect her studies and spend too much time with that man who is too old for her, that I don't want to see her putting efforts into building a relationship that I already knew won't last and later steeped in emotional doldrums and reaped consequences that could all have been avoided in the first place.
It was an inadvertent error. I shouldn't have encouraged her to pursue her dream – at least not right now. Look at what I've done? Now Meimei wouldn't give up singing, spends way too much time with her singing coach, involving herself in interminable singing sessions at least five times a week after school. All in the name of vocal lessons! Shouldn't her coach knew better than to allow my little girl to forsake her studies, which ought to be the right course for her life now? School, homework, revision, volleyball training, and oh great, vocal lessons! Vocal lessons that proceeds two hours on the cellphone and carry on until past midnight when my dear girl needs to wake up 6a.m. the following morning and now school is becoming a drudgery!
Ever since I spoke to Daniel about keeping a distance with Meimei, he stopped talking to her entirely. And as soon as Meimei found out that I interfered, she felt that I intruded her privacy (for goodness sake what privacy are we talking about? You're my sister and we've been living together for years!) and ignored me completely. She accused me that surely I had it all premeditated and that I intended to keep it from her on purpose.
But this time her anger was different, more like resentment. She was so mad at me, she wouldn't eat. Meimei loves to eat, especially eating food I made for her. There was never once for her to even think about not eating the stuffs I cooked because she didn't find the need to starve, and she even told me that it would be incredibly unbelievable for anyone to not eat what I've made. Yet now she wouldn't even take in one bite, locking herself in her room the minute she was home, not even bothering to fabricate an alibi that perhaps she wasn't hungry.
Last night, I decided to win her heart back. I decided to break my pride, take the initiative to shatter the horrifying silence and be the first to quit the game of stubborn cold war. I tip-toed in a furtive manner and pasted a note on her bedroom door that read “ How about dinner at Pastamania tomorrow at 7p.m.? Bring your best friend along.” I knew I'd win this battle because Meimei was dying to go and constantly badgered me to give in to this request. She implored me to take her there to dine on her birthday, in which I've decided to grant her even more – bringing her out on a regular day just to please her and to grab her best friend along.
I knew better than to talk about her singing issue now that we're in the restaurant. That can wait. I took a peek at Meimei from the corner of my eyes, twirled the linguini around my fork, held up my plate across the table, delivered the fork forward, cast her an inviting smile, gestured to feed her, and Meimei, though a little hesitant at first, gently accepted the offer.
I knew right then – I was forgiven.
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Arron
unmani:
It was roaming around in 淡水漁人碼頭, moving like wandering, vagrant on the street with curiosity, looking and eating food from garbage cans in his domain, doing nothing but barking to strangers or someone with helmets or with uniforms. His photo was taken by a student when he was in 漁人碼頭 and given to a lady he met in a night market few month later.
In front of a coffee shop it moved sometime later, getting to know the other 2 little Labrador(s) (dogs?) there, by older than these 2 dogs it becoming a head-leader soon after, warding as the boss for this coffee shop day and night even for neighbors.
One day, walked around as usual as a stray dog, it was looking for some snack after breakfast when a lady saw him such lissome steps it was taking. She decided to take it home to have a good company in her single and big apartment, having a warm friend beside.
To shake off the past, Little Yellow was changed the name from little baby, named by his golden color fur and ordinary name shown peaceful life, starting his new role as a domestic pet, no more walking around for nothing.
The lady pulled along with little yellow in the night market. A young student next to her recognized this golden dog was the one he met in 漁人碼頭, telling the story about how the stray dog, little yellow, graceful sitting there for a nice shoot. He gave this cute picture to her and gave the dog his blessing, hoping this was its last home.
But for his destiny, 8 years later, accidentally he started wandering around in his domain as a stray dog again, for snack or doing nothing.
The lady kept this photo reminded her the dog once she had.
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When I walked into the coffee shop, the man had been there with his coffee.And how long he was sitting here that no one know.He had the figure of a tall man,mysterious and handsome in his black suit, his grey eyes were bright, sunken and prone to dwell longer and more skeptically on all they saw, his face showed neither sadness nor joy, he merely smiled lack of feeling at the sunlight.
He was young, dangerous, without humility. Yes, there was something in him which was unassailable, in spite of all casual suffering, unrest, and nsensibility.Seemingly liking alone and self-absorbed, he continued,oblivion of everyone in the store,to talk out toward the sunlight.There wwas so much manly strength and firmness in his attitude,as he looked into far and silent realms which no one hardly guess.Maybe he was enjoyable something which was above both happiness and grief.It might come suddenly and upon slight accasions, it might...awakening,I realize that happiness or joy is brief, but sadness and loneness are different, they're the deepest of the feelings,making us more like ourselves than ever.
Annie
Sheba –A Young Woman’s Portrait
It was at about three o’clock in the afternoon. Not many people in the train, in the third car, a young woman with straight dark long hair, her right hand holding the pole, leaning her forehead lightly on it, closing her eyes, her face was expressionless. She stood on her right foot. She kept her full shopping bag on the floor near by her left foot. Her long feet were on strong dark brown gladiator sandals, the leather ankle wrap straps twining around her thin legs up to her flat calf. She had graceful delicate feet.
In tight cotton beige shorts, with big pockets on two sides, her skinny knee bones protruding dramatically, her smooth lustrous pinkish skin made her thighs and legs juvenile, which suggested a rejuvenation fantasy to me. She had small round hips. She stuck them out slightly, rocking them from side to side a little bit when she stood on the other foot. She had a beautiful “X” waist line, about 19 inches waist, lean yet with a sexy small round bellybutton.
Embroidered an artificial pink crystal beads butterfly, her white tiny cotton T-shirt was short hardly covered her belly. A Gucci black crocodile skin bag hung on her right shoulder. Relative to her figure, she had big beautiful breast, round and bouncing, showy cleavage implying her coquettishness. Her collar bones projected a graceful “V” shape, her neck slander and long.
A fringe of hair covered her brow which was well-trimmed and drew with dark brown line. Her eyes were big long oval shapes, with fake thick long eyelashes, dark eye shadows. Relative to her small almond-shape face, her eyes were magnific big. She has a flat round nose, a cartoon-like small one, and a red pimple standing on the tip. Two exaggerated silver long fringe rings dangled from her small ears, too heavy to her small round head. Thin and pale lips were closed tightly, her long dark hair hung down her shoulders, covering half of her face, eyes closed. She must be tired.
At Chungshan Station, her small bony hands off the pole, picking up her shopping bag, her artificial long colorful finger nail broken. She murmured something hardly audible, hurrying out the car, a pink pack of Lay’s chips dropping out from her bag along with a one centimeter long colorful finger nail quietly lying on the floor. The train’s door was closed behind her.
supriya
Around ten o'clock I was going to school by MRT, being satisfied with my breakfast ,enjoying the time before class at home, feeling good about the space and quietness, a young , heavy weight woman with few samall kids catched my attention. The woman sat front of me, wearing a loose T-shirt, a pairs of blue jeans and sandals which exposing her uneasy toes,tying her long straight hair as a ponytail by a hair pin ; A little skinny girl sat beside her, holding the iron railing(handrail) for all time, sitting straight withotut leaning the back of the chair, quiet; the other two kids sat oppsite of her. One of the boy who looks restless said loud to her" teacher,....." .She answered with strong, impatient ,restrained (controled)tone " It's not allowed to talk loud in the public" , and then she back to her tire , absent looking. The boy said" teacher,....." again, she only answered the same thing" I have told you not to talk loud in the public". the boy quiet for few moments and then again" teacher,...", and again. I didn't actually know what the boy really talk about, but I almost could hear he said" See me, see me."
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