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Japanese Language / Before you take a class!! read this.
« on: April 20, 2014, 03:06:54 AM »
So, I am about to start taking my finals in my Japanese class, and I have to say... I didn't learn S***.

I take that back, I learned a good bit, but I didn't learn ANY of it from the class.

When I first started the class I thought it might be going slow just the first few weeks because we had to memorize Katakana, some Kanji, and Hiragana. The professor had us go to FREE websites to find these.  Turns out everything I needed to learn was already available online... (like I already said) FREE...

By midterms I had only gone to the sites (and read the textbook) the teacher gave us. I failed.

Why? Because it's useless.

The book is basically a bunch of random lessons that COULD be useful if it was organized.( For example: they start using question sentences and count off if you get them wrong in dialogue practice, but do not teach it until a few chapters later.)
I started just memorizing (not learning) what the book said just to pass and went online to REALLY learn the language. I understand sentence structure much better than I did asking the teacher or reading the book. I can also HEAR how the words really sound. AND I am learning more about a common conversation than just proper Japanese. (the sites do teach when proper Jap is important though.) I am also learning it faster than the class teaches it, and it makes more sense too.

So, before YOU start signing up for the class... just don't. Or if you just want the credits learn it online first.

On Youtube, there are several video series that are in order (lesson 1,2, and so on) that will teach you letters, grammar, sentence structure, and TONS of vocabulary. There are also several other site a quick search will bring up that can also help. I personally prefer the videos since they make it easier to memorize.

I'm sure there are also better books and computer programs you can find too, but I haven't tried those yet. I just know that these classes are a waste of time and money.

P.S. I'm sure my grammar is awful in this, I just got off work and I'm really tired. All the letters are jumbled together at this point though...  I might go back over it and fix it later.

Cafe Nippon / Chopsticks!
« on: February 14, 2014, 03:23:30 AM »
So, I started eating with chopsticks recently. I even got the kids to join in!
I was wondering if anyone else uses them. I mean I know some of you might, but it's new for me.
Any tips about how to hold them or anything like that?
I noticed it's easier eating noodles with them than with a fork.

General Manga writer discussions / Oh, disappointment!!!
« on: September 07, 2013, 02:25:22 PM »
Lately, a lot of stories I have read, or even movies I have watched share the same basic plot of the story I have been TRYING to write for a while now. I feel really down about it, cause I have been thinking it out for such a long time. I guess I should have just made myself write it all out already, but I didn't. So now I don't really know what to do with it.
Plus, some of the things I had written into the plot are things that are starting to happen in the world. so, I don't want it to be some story that people assume is based on history. Then again, it might make my job easier to do that.

Anyway, what do you guys do? Just keep writing? Maybe change parts of your story? I don't know. I realize there will always be stories that are similar, but I just don't want the reader to be put off and stop reading in the first chapter.

Develop Your Story / Essay for review/critique
« on: September 06, 2013, 04:36:25 PM »
Here is an essay I had to write for English. I'm not asking if the story is good or original. I just want it to be understandable and all that. Grammar Nazis welcome.  :heart:
It's a descriptive/narrative
The sun began to peek over the horizon, turning he sky a beautiful neon pink mixed with a dusty yellow and blue. Several vehicles were pulling into the parking lot of a large park. The cars engines and the gravel crackling under the tires interrupted the sound of the leaves blowing in the trees, the bugs buzzing, and the birds singing. Doors opened and closed throughout the parking lot as the sun continued to creep up.
There was a gazebo with picnic tables all made of wood. People started to gather inside and all around. The majority of the crowd had on those silly little spandex pants and tight fitting shirts that had bright colors, and some even sported reflectors. Bicycles were everywhere. Some turned upside-down with someone placing the front wheel on or pumped the tire, some were being walked up the walkway that lead to the gazebo, and some clicked and tapped as the owner checked the gears and spun the peddles.
I stood inside the gazebo with my dad holding my blue mountain bike up. I was so excited. We had been training all summer for the endurance race and now we were about to see it pay off. Sure, it was just for fun, but it was my way of proving that I could keep up and not just be the tag-a-long daughter. I would be able to show everyone that I wasn’t just a little kid. That I was tough.
I rested my bike on a wooden bench next to my step mother. She looked tired, but smiled at me anyway. She took out a comb from her duffel bag and combed her frizzy orange hair up into a pony tail. She pulled the rubber band off her wrist while holding her hair up and wrapped it around to hold it in place, while she did this she reminded me to stretch before I rushed off. I had been hoping they didn’t notice that I hadn’t yet.  I didn’t argue though, because I knew she was right.
After I finished stretching, I made my way to the line that was inside the gazebo. There was a sheet of paper that I would sign my name on and every time I completed a lap I would have to write it down. I was starting to feel nervous and I could feel my heart starting to pound in my chest. I recognized the man at the table with the sign in sheet as one of my Dad’s friends that always went bike riding with us. He smiled and we tried to make conversation about the race. I’m still not sure why it was so awkward, but I think it goes back to feeling like a child. 
I went back to the table where Melissa, my step-mother, sat. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and put them in my small black and grey back pack. I strapped on my helmet headed down the side walk toward the trail.
Macalester Park’s trails winded through all kinds of terrain. Some twisted through a forest with a river, and others went through open fields with tall dried grass. It was a very large park and I had gotten lost a couple of times before, so I was relieved to see about five other bikers going on ahead of me that I could follow the first lap. The side walk was about to come to an end and everyone started to funnel into the opening in the trees. A path had been worn into the ground from runners, bikers, and hikers over the years.
The sounds from the parking lot and gazebo faded as we continued into the trees, and was replaced by the sound of the wheels grinding into the dirt, bouncing over roots and rock, and the occasional clicking of the chain as someone changed gears. The pace began to pick up after a few minutes, and some of the faster bikers would yell out to let the other know they were passing and would zoom past. People behind me disappeared as the path wound through the trees.
I sped down the path in-between the trees and then climbed a hill, the bike clicked and spun as I dropped down into a lower gear. The path opened up to a field. I have always remembered how that field smelled. It was a lot hotter than it was under the trees. The air was hot and humid in the field, the smell was like grass being held over a fire when the moisture is evaporating just before it starts to catch on fire. There was no breeze, and the humidity made the air sticky and hard to breath. This part of the trail was easy because it was flat and straight, but hard because of the heat and humidity. I was happy to get back in the shade of the trees after about a mile.
After about an hour and a half I was back at the gazebo writing down my first lap.  This went on for several laps when I started to get tired. It was about noon and the sun was at its peak in the sky. The temperature had been climbing steadily throughout the morning, and was now nearly 100 degrees. I had been drinking a lot of water but still could not cool down. Melissa tried to get me to eat lunch but I felt like I could not even swallow. I went another four or five laps but I went very slowly through them.  The muscles in my legs became very tight and my feet kept slipping and I would lose my grip on the bars. I kept having to stop to catch my breath. The course seemed to go on forever now. It took everything I had just to peddle. Before, it felt like it only took a few minutes.
At this point I felt a little sorry for myself. I took a short break on the side of the trail. It was peaceful and very quiet besides the birds flying around and landing on the tree branches or the occasional rustle of leaves while a little animal scurried on the ground. I had always enjoyed sitting in the woods like that, it was so calm. The world stands still for me there, and I have time to think.
I sat and took one of the bottles of water out of the backpack. A doe and two fauns tiptoed deeper in the woods. I watched them for a while, when another biker rushed down the trail. He yelled out to me as he passed to make sure I was ok. I realized I had been sitting for a long time, so I hoped back onto my bike and raced to catch up. I had so much more energy after and the laps seemed to pass by faster. Every time I crossed the finish line I felt so proud of myself.
My dad was starting to feel the same fatigue I had felt a few miles before. I was afraid we would have to go home soon. The sun was beginning to set, and everyone was feeling hungry and drained. I knew if I stopped for another break I would not be able to even start another lap. I imagined how wonderful it would feel to collapse on my bed and go to sleep. I’m sure everyone parents felt the same.
I was disappointed when I overheard everyone talking about packing up, and counting up the last few laps. However, I was eager to see where I stood when everything was counted up. I took a while to get everything put into the vehicles. Everyone seemed to be in slow motion, and didn’t talk very much. I’m sure everyone was completely burned out from the day. We defiantly did not have the same energy that we did that morning.
Out of about fifty people, I placed somewhere in the middle. It was so long ago that I cannot remember exactly my number. I wasn’t disappointed about that at all! I was the youngest competitor by about 8 years. I didn’t realize that that wasn’t really anything to brag about at the time. I’m sure no one wanted to burst my bubble. Nonetheless, I am still very proud of what I did that day.
Even though I was just a child back then I still think back to that race, because I remember how good it felt to do well at something. I felt like I was on top of the world after it was over. So what if I didn’t win. I not only did my best but pushed myself to do better even when I felt like I had nothing left. I think it was an important lesson for me, because I found out that when you feel like “I can’t do it,” I remember this and know that I can do it, and I can do it better than I expect.


General Manga writer discussions / Where to start?!
« on: September 01, 2013, 11:45:51 PM »
So, I have this same problem all the time when writing-in fact I'm having this problem right now in class. I never know how to start. Sure, I do that little brainstorming exercise, the plot chart, or just typing random thought to organize later. Even after ALL of that I can still never think of a good intro sentence.
It might look like this:

One day as*delete*
As Mr. Martin walked down the street *delete*
Mr. Martin had always *delete*

I have NO IDEA how to start! It always seems to jump into the middle of a thought instead of introducing the situation or topic. What do I do? What do you do?

General Discussion / What is a Oneshot?
« on: August 18, 2013, 10:44:35 PM »
So this term keeps coming up all over the place, and I have to admit... I have NO clue what it is.

break Room / Win Manga Studio4 !
« on: April 09, 2013, 11:17:35 AM »
Ok everyone, this is sort of my appology for not being very active.

I am giving away MangaStudio 4. Please enter below so I know who is in. To win you have to post as many drawings as you can in a month. Whoever has the most wins. It's as simple as that. (please use new art  ;) )
Please link your art topic you will be posting in.

The contest starts on MAY 1ST and will end on MAY 31ST  that will give enough time for everyone who wants to enter to see this.

Drawings should be finished, but you don't have to color them.
If you post one picture and then post the same pic colored it still counts as one.
Each panel is worth one drawing, so make sure your panels are defined.
Any questions?

offically entered:








Comics and other Gallery / Musick's non-manga/anime art
« on: December 16, 2012, 11:03:47 PM »
for my brother-in-law

ill add more later. pain to scan...

Graphic Softwares / Manga Studio Help
« on: November 27, 2012, 10:23:48 AM »
OK! so I have been drawing in Manga Studio and I cannot figure out how to change the file so I can upload them to Photobucket.
Help please?  :heart:

Develop Your Story / MR training
« on: November 08, 2012, 11:19:22 PM »
OK, before I get all this up here... If this turns out to be any good ill continue. If you see any mispellings, grammer fails, mixed up words, or rhinos.... just let me know and ill take care of those  ;) And if it sounds to far out just shoot me and pretend it never happened.  :blush: I have not writen anything sense Adalf is a Cyborg (not the real name) so youll have to bear with me.

It was a seemingly normal morning. The sun was on his way over the horizon revealing a large city. It looked as though it was empty,
but was surprisingly well kept. The streets swept, the windows sparkling. It all would seem odd if someone were to pass through who had'nt
known about it before.
In the city is a battle ground, orignely created for members to test their skills and try new techniques, but now is closed. It holds many memories for the brave
members who fought there, of victory for some, and defeat for others. At one point the battle became so distructive that the entire city was indanger.
It was shut down almost imedeintly. Closed down, locked up, and out of sight; the old ruins of Mortal Combat were suddenly of use on this SEEMINGLY normal morning.

Footstepts echoed through the hallway of MR Headquarters. Four new mods walked behind Hasith, Corycaly, adn Coryn. They seemed rushed, walking
very quickly. The four had had a days break before being called back up to HQ. They were axious and ready to see what else was in store for them. They entered the elevator
once more.
"So, where are we going?" Toasty asked, knowing it was what everyone was wondering.
"Well, it's hard to explain. So lets just show you." Coryn's eyes twinkled something halfway evil as he turned back to face the doors.

Lego, Toasty, Monster , and musick looked at each other nearly terrified. The elevator dings, and the doors slide open.
Lego wispers to the other mods, "Did anyone else notice that the floor didnt have a number?"

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Chapter 1___________________________________________________

The clashing and yelling echoed around the old battle feild. It was set up below ground level, like a rock quarry. So the sounds bounced around but never made it over the sides.
The new Mods had just started training. Only a few moments before Coryn had lined them all up and started looking them over, pacing back and forth. Hasith and Cory stood by and watched for a while, but soon disapeared without a word.
"I suppose I'll have to teach all of you how to be a good Mod."
Coryn said with a bit of anoyance in his voice. He then noticed that Musick had already gotten lost in thought and was zoning out. He walked over looking at each one of them as he went. He stood in front of Musick and leaned forward alittle so that there was no mistake who he was looking at.
"A good Mod must PAY ATTENTION."
She jumped and looked ahead trying to avoid eye contact.He continued,
"Can anyone tell me what might happen if Mods don't pay attention?"
Coryn smiled maliciously and took a few steps back.
"Today, you will learn..."
A loud CRACK echoed. In the side of the clif there was a larg opening. They all swuinted and swayed to try to see what it was.
"It looks like the entrance of a cave."
Coryn's smile widened as he took another step back.
The confusion on everyone's face was replaced by shock. The line broke up, and they moved behind rocks and small hills. The Raiders weapons appeared. Some seemed to come out of nowhere others had their weapons on them at all times. As they stared out onto the field small bits would pixelate and move alittle; like a glitch... or a ghost.
An arrow came soaring in and stood straight up in the ground next to Musick. The arrow swirled with code, and was attached to a string almost invisible. Her hands were shaking, it was close, she cut the sring and looked around to the others.
Toasty was ready to fight. He smiled alittle, enjoying the rush. Lego was also ready, a green tail twitched from behind a lagre rock. A few red hairs poked out over his eyes, which were peering over the rock. Monster stood his ground, glanced at his watch and
Coryn climed ontop of a bolder to get a beter look. He seemed very carefree about the whole situation. He sat at down, his coat flaped like a flag in the wind. Relaxing, he rested his head on his hand.
On the feild the Mods surroundings seemed to be moving. Whatever was let out of the cave was invisible, but wherever they were would pixelate as they moved. They seemed short, but somewhat fast.And there were alot of them.
Musick could sence someone looking at her. She saw the area right in frount of her blur slightly. Then, nothing, it was gone.
Everyone was tense. Each waiting for another to make a move.The feild was compleatly silent besides thw wind wistling throught the rocks, and the flap of Coryn's coat.

break Room / warning: really boaring! where the heck ive been!
« on: September 25, 2012, 12:29:14 PM »
I thought I should explain some of why I have been gone sooooooo long. Like I said... really boaring stuff.  ;) but I have pictures! lol

First we had our internet turned off cause we were moving out of our tiny appartment:

I didnt realize how much crap we have! lol

The kids kept unpacking the boxes I packed so........ this is what happened...

then there was my cousin's wedding

the closing date kept being moved back, and back, and back! So we didnt have anywhere to live! lol I stayed with my mom then we stayed with our friends, blah, blah, blah... Then we finally closed and got into our very own debt! I mean home... our very bank home... own home...  :confused:

unpacking is STILL going on and its been like six months!

I have two reasons why though.

THen we had a costume birthday party thing for the kids...

 aaaaaaand then we just didnt have any money! lol!

well.... thats pretty much it. i know it doesnt seem like alot but... that's just the way it seems.  :glare:
anyway... blah, blah, blah.

Members Workshops / easy (#4)
« on: March 13, 2012, 01:42:47 PM »
Sorry for being so late agian.
This one is just a simlpe drawing, like we used to draw when the workshops first started up!
Just try to draw the characters in the picture! Very simlpe, huh?

And maybe ill get a chance to do this one, huh?

Members Workshops / EMO (wow #3)
« on: March 02, 2012, 09:23:22 PM »
Lets give em' emotions!
So I don't know about all of YOU... but sometimes I have trouble getting the drawing to convey the emotion I wanted it to. Say I want sad... they look mad or hurt. See?
So lets get on with it?? You can use full body character if it makes it easy for ya! But Im going to stick to my floating heads.  :heart:




and this chart was on deviantart

*just resized but it takes alittle for it to work.*

Members Workshops / Make it YOURS ;D (wow2)
« on: February 19, 2012, 12:51:11 AM »
Yeah, yeah... sorry Im late. I was driving all day yester day and I was totally like @.@ after all that...
ANYWHO!! This weeks I wanted to give you a picture for refference (Yeah we all know I can't spell)... BUT! Try to keep close to your own style. Im using an actual picture rather than a drawing to help make it easy to stick to your style of drawing.

Have fun!!
(I may not be back home for another week and a few days so it might take me longer to get mine up.... )

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