Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Friday, November 16, 2012
Money and currency in Hawaii
In the 1920's the sugar industry had a big impact in the world stock trade. Sugar use to be an important factor in trade, and now money like yen can be converted into US Dollars. The Hawaii trade center is an important factor in Hawaii's Tourism. The Hawaii Trade Center is a place where people can change their money into different currencies. Other factors can affect these things like a fall in the economy, or a big disaster. A stock market is a place that show how much money is worth in a different currency for example, in the US one dollar is worth 100 Japanese yen. The stock market affects tourism in many ways.
The impact of a big disaster can affect tourism in many ways, an example of that would be the nuclear disaster in Fukushima. Many of the tourist that come to Hawaii are from Japan, and after the disaster the prices of companies and stores dropped because there's less tourism. To maintain their stores of they have to maintain a decent price to help pay workers and to keep maintenance. If there is less tourist the businesses need to lower their prices or attract more people. Surprisingly Hawaii is the 2nd most expensive place to live in Hawaii, with an averaging home price of $709,945.
Hawaii's Stock Market is helping local businesses. With lots of big companies coming to Hawaii, lot of small local businesses are shutting down. This is having a big impact on people who have a small businesses to support their families. Lots of big companies are finding great interest in making a profit in Hawaii.
Hawaii is a big tourist destination for people with sunny skies and big Aloha. There is a downside to Hawaii like the cost of things and the overcrowding of tourist. The Hawaii stock trade is an important reason why tourist shop and buy in Hawaii. With different factors affecting it, the stores and need to maintain to keep a profit.
The impact of a big disaster can affect tourism in many ways, an example of that would be the nuclear disaster in Fukushima. Many of the tourist that come to Hawaii are from Japan, and after the disaster the prices of companies and stores dropped because there's less tourism. To maintain their stores of they have to maintain a decent price to help pay workers and to keep maintenance. If there is less tourist the businesses need to lower their prices or attract more people. Surprisingly Hawaii is the 2nd most expensive place to live in Hawaii, with an averaging home price of $709,945.
Hawaii's Stock Market is helping local businesses. With lots of big companies coming to Hawaii, lot of small local businesses are shutting down. This is having a big impact on people who have a small businesses to support their families. Lots of big companies are finding great interest in making a profit in Hawaii.
Hawaii is a big tourist destination for people with sunny skies and big Aloha. There is a downside to Hawaii like the cost of things and the overcrowding of tourist. The Hawaii stock trade is an important reason why tourist shop and buy in Hawaii. With different factors affecting it, the stores and need to maintain to keep a profit.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Feeling on with nature (Querencia Final Draft)
With my back sinking into the soft couch I typed in youtube on the top line. My computer warmed my lap, I can hear myself typing very hard on the computer. I took a big sigh and looked around the living room, then I grabbed my laptop and slowly placed it on the couch. I slowly got up and looked in the other living room to see if my brother was there. All i found was a clutter of video games on the carpet and his stuffed animals which were all over the place. I took a sigh of relief, thinking my brother won't bother me for awhile I decided to go to my yard. I walked to the door and opened it, hearing the sliding squeaking noise of the door. When I got outside the cool breeze of the golf course blew.
When I got outside there is this a view of the golf course with miles of green grass and golfers trying to hit the ball into the hole, and the bright color of the sand in the bunker. I sat down on the soft cushion of the swing and started swinging back and forth a a decent pace. I started to sing is sweet melody while looking around the yard at the bright, varied colors of the hibiscus and the juicy tangerines which will be ripe really soon. In the middle of the yard there's a water fountain with murky water since my family is to busy to clean it . I closed my eyes slowly and started to dream, listening to the loud chirping of the birds and the talking of the golfers. The cool breeze relieved me of how humid it is. I felt calm and happy, being in a place where I can sit down, close my eyes and listen to nature. Hearing the rattling of the leaves in the tree following the breeze made me feel like i was in another place, and not in my back yard.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yelling "Tasha, come inside!"I opened my eyes, wishing I have more time got up from the soft cushion. Sitting down and resting made me feel more relaxed and satisfied, feeling I have nothing to worry about . I look around one last time, seeing that there is no more golfers. The cool breeze settled and the leaves weren't rattling, I slide open the screen door and went inside. That moment I though to myself, I should do that again sometime to help relive me. Its a special place for me, and to let my imagination take me away.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Querencia
With my back sinking into the soft couch I typed in youtube on the top line. My computer warmed my lap, I can hear myself typing very hard on the computer. I took a big sigh and looked around the living room, then I grabbed my laptop and slowly placed it on the couch. I slowly got up and looked in the other living room to see if my brother was there. All i found was a clutter of video games on the carpet and his stuffed animals which were all over the place. I took a sigh of relief, thinking that he won't bother me for awhile I decided to go to my yard. I walked to the door and opened it, hearing the sliding squeaking noise of the door.
When I got outside there is this a view of the golf course with miles of green grass and golfers trying to hit the ball into the hole. I sat down on the soft cushion of the swing and started swinging back and forth a a decent pace. I started to singing while looking around the yard at the bright, varied colors of the hibiscus and the juicy tangerines which will be ripe really soon. In the middle of the yard there's a water fountain that is covered in dirt since we're too busy to clean it. I started to get into my deep thoughts and closed my eyes slowly. I sat there with my eyes closed, listening to the chirping of the birds and the talking of the golfers. The cool breeze came in and got rid of how humid it feels outside. I felt calm and happy, being in a place where I can sit down, close my eyes and listen to nature. I felt like i was in another place, and not in my back yard.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yelling "Tasha, come inside!"I opened my eyes, and got up from the cushion. Sitting down and resting made me feel more relaxed and satisfied. I look around one last time, seeing that there is no more golfers. The cool breeze settled, I slide open the screen door and went inside. That moment i though to myself, i should do that again sometime to help relive me. Its a special place for me, and to let my imagination take me away.
When I got outside there is this a view of the golf course with miles of green grass and golfers trying to hit the ball into the hole. I sat down on the soft cushion of the swing and started swinging back and forth a a decent pace. I started to singing while looking around the yard at the bright, varied colors of the hibiscus and the juicy tangerines which will be ripe really soon. In the middle of the yard there's a water fountain that is covered in dirt since we're too busy to clean it. I started to get into my deep thoughts and closed my eyes slowly. I sat there with my eyes closed, listening to the chirping of the birds and the talking of the golfers. The cool breeze came in and got rid of how humid it feels outside. I felt calm and happy, being in a place where I can sit down, close my eyes and listen to nature. I felt like i was in another place, and not in my back yard.
Suddenly, I heard my brother yelling "Tasha, come inside!"I opened my eyes, and got up from the cushion. Sitting down and resting made me feel more relaxed and satisfied. I look around one last time, seeing that there is no more golfers. The cool breeze settled, I slide open the screen door and went inside. That moment i though to myself, i should do that again sometime to help relive me. Its a special place for me, and to let my imagination take me away.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Batchoy (Final Draft)
One day I was playing games on the computer which were fun and addicting, I couldn't stop. Then this aroma of fried garlic filled the air, trying to stop, I got up from my chair and ran down the stairs knowing that my Mom is making her delicous batchoy.
Soon as I enter the kitchen I can hear the oil sizzling and poping as the garlic cooks on the pan. My Mom saw me and asked " Can you chop the green onions for me?". Replying yes, I grabbed a handful of green onions and wash it through the cool , soothing water. Grabbing a knife I started chopping it slowy hearing the crisp sound of the onions. The crisp sound of chopping it made me excited for the soup to be prepared. She was stiring the broth slowly with the meat inside so the meat becomes tender and absorbs the flavor of the soup. "Can you try the soup for me ?" my mom asked, and i excitedly grabbed a small dish from one of the top shelves to put the soup in. I held it up to my mouth and drank the soup, and the undescrible flavor and the warmth of the soup filled my mouth. The flavor of the broth mixed with the taste of the meat was so delicous, I told her it's good and asked for seconds, but she said "no". I knew the sooner i set up the table the faster we can eat, so i grabbed four bowls from the the shelf so she start pouring the soup into the noodles. I helped her by grbbing the boling hot noodles and evenly putting it invthe bowls, after i was done she poured the steming hot soup into them. After that i helped her put the meat on top and bring it to the table, one by one I carefully brought it to the table. My brother came yelling with excitement "Can i crush the chicharon!" so I grabbed a bag of it from the pantry from the garage, put some in a another bag and started crushing it, hearing the crunching noises of it at he smashed it. I called my dad and we all sat at the table and started eating.
I asked my mom why batchoy is special to her and she said "reminded her of childhood of living in the phillipines aboard It hard for her to be living here in hawaii while my parents are in need of support back in the phillipines." I felt like my mom is going to tell her life story so I tried to stop her but then she told me wait, so sat there eating my soup hoping that it won't take forever. She then continued with "when I was little and we were finished watching a movie, we would go to this particular shop that makes the best batchoy. I would watch the cook prepare the food. Then I told her that "I love eating this food because it somthing i can taste that come from my mom's culture, and i learn alittle bit of the cusine from where my mom grew up which is in Granada " then I asked her if she would pass down the recipe to me and she with a weird look on her face and said "maybe"
Soon as I enter the kitchen I can hear the oil sizzling and poping as the garlic cooks on the pan. My Mom saw me and asked " Can you chop the green onions for me?". Replying yes, I grabbed a handful of green onions and wash it through the cool , soothing water. Grabbing a knife I started chopping it slowy hearing the crisp sound of the onions. The crisp sound of chopping it made me excited for the soup to be prepared. She was stiring the broth slowly with the meat inside so the meat becomes tender and absorbs the flavor of the soup. "Can you try the soup for me ?" my mom asked, and i excitedly grabbed a small dish from one of the top shelves to put the soup in. I held it up to my mouth and drank the soup, and the undescrible flavor and the warmth of the soup filled my mouth. The flavor of the broth mixed with the taste of the meat was so delicous, I told her it's good and asked for seconds, but she said "no". I knew the sooner i set up the table the faster we can eat, so i grabbed four bowls from the the shelf so she start pouring the soup into the noodles. I helped her by grbbing the boling hot noodles and evenly putting it invthe bowls, after i was done she poured the steming hot soup into them. After that i helped her put the meat on top and bring it to the table, one by one I carefully brought it to the table. My brother came yelling with excitement "Can i crush the chicharon!" so I grabbed a bag of it from the pantry from the garage, put some in a another bag and started crushing it, hearing the crunching noises of it at he smashed it. I called my dad and we all sat at the table and started eating.
I asked my mom why batchoy is special to her and she said "reminded her of childhood of living in the phillipines aboard It hard for her to be living here in hawaii while my parents are in need of support back in the phillipines." I felt like my mom is going to tell her life story so I tried to stop her but then she told me wait, so sat there eating my soup hoping that it won't take forever. She then continued with "when I was little and we were finished watching a movie, we would go to this particular shop that makes the best batchoy. I would watch the cook prepare the food. Then I told her that "I love eating this food because it somthing i can taste that come from my mom's culture, and i learn alittle bit of the cusine from where my mom grew up which is in Granada " then I asked her if she would pass down the recipe to me and she with a weird look on her face and said "maybe"
Monday, August 20, 2012
Batchoy
One day I was playing games on the computer which were fun and addicting, I couldn't stop. Then this aroma of fried garlic filled the air, trying to stop, I got up from my chair and ran down the stairs knowing that my Mom is making her delicous batchoy.
Soon as I enter the kitchen I can hear the oil sizzling and poping as the garlic cooks on the pan. My Mom saw me and asked " Can you chop the green onions for me?". Replying yes, I grabbed a handful of green onions and wash it through the cool , soothing water. Grabbing a knife I started chopping it slowy hearing the crisp sound of The crisp sound of chopping it made me excited for the soup to be prepared. She was stiring the broth slowly with the meat inside so the meat becomes tender and absorbs the flavor of the soup. "Can you try the soup for me ?" my mom asked, and i excitedly grabbed a small dish from one of the top shelves to put the soup in. I held it up to my mouth and drank the soup, and the undescrible flavor and the warmth of the soup filled my mouth . I knew the sooner i set up the table the faster we can eat, so i grabbed four bowls from the the shelf so she start pouring the soup into the noodles. I helped her by grbbing the boling hot noodles and evenly putting it invthe bowls, after i was done she poured the steming hot soup into them. After that i helped her put the meat on top and bring it to the table, one by one I carefully brought it to the table. with excitement "Can i crush the chicharon!" so put some in a another bag and started crushing it, hearing the crunching noises of it at he smashed it. I called my dad and we all sat at the table and started eating.
I asked my mom why batchoy is special to her and she said "reminded her of childhood of living in the phillipines aboard It hard for her to be living here in hawaii while my parents are in need of support back in the phillipines." I felt like my mom is going to tell her life story so I tried to stop her but then she told me wait, so sat there eating my soup hoping that it won't take forever. She then continued with "when I was little and we were finished watching a movie, we would go to this particular shop that makes the best batchoy. I would watch the cook prepare the food. then I asked her if she would pass down the recipe to me and she with a weird look on her face and said "maybe"
Soon as I enter the kitchen I can hear the oil sizzling and poping as the garlic cooks on the pan. My Mom saw me and asked " Can you chop the green onions for me?". Replying yes, I grabbed a handful of green onions and wash it through the cool , soothing water. Grabbing a knife I started chopping it slowy hearing the crisp sound of The crisp sound of chopping it made me excited for the soup to be prepared. She was stiring the broth slowly with the meat inside so the meat becomes tender and absorbs the flavor of the soup. "Can you try the soup for me ?" my mom asked, and i excitedly grabbed a small dish from one of the top shelves to put the soup in. I held it up to my mouth and drank the soup, and the undescrible flavor and the warmth of the soup filled my mouth . I knew the sooner i set up the table the faster we can eat, so i grabbed four bowls from the the shelf so she start pouring the soup into the noodles. I helped her by grbbing the boling hot noodles and evenly putting it invthe bowls, after i was done she poured the steming hot soup into them. After that i helped her put the meat on top and bring it to the table, one by one I carefully brought it to the table. with excitement "Can i crush the chicharon!" so put some in a another bag and started crushing it, hearing the crunching noises of it at he smashed it. I called my dad and we all sat at the table and started eating.
I asked my mom why batchoy is special to her and she said "reminded her of childhood of living in the phillipines aboard It hard for her to be living here in hawaii while my parents are in need of support back in the phillipines." I felt like my mom is going to tell her life story so I tried to stop her but then she told me wait, so sat there eating my soup hoping that it won't take forever. She then continued with "when I was little and we were finished watching a movie, we would go to this particular shop that makes the best batchoy. I would watch the cook prepare the food. then I asked her if she would pass down the recipe to me and she with a weird look on her face and said "maybe"
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Food project Brain Storm
Batchoy is soup with beef, noodles, green onions, a special broth, fried garlic, and chicharon. A memory i had of eating this food was when it's was a chllin cold morning on Christmas day. My mom prepared this food for us so we can eat after a 12:00 mass, which is traditional for my family. Some sensory details I can use to describe would be describing how the food smells when the person is preparing it, or describe how their preparing it like "I can smell the garlic being saute' in a pan, and can hear the oil sizzing over the heat". Another would be how you feel about what's happening. My Mom is the person i'll be interviewing for this project. My Mom lives in Bacolod which is in the Visayas area where the soup is common.
Friday, August 10, 2012
The food i'll be choosing
The food that i'll be choosing is batchoy, is a soup common in the Visayas area. I'll be interviewing my mom about the food.
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