Holy crap! I feel so bad that I haven’t posted lately. I’ve been a busy bee! You may have noticed my blog had some work done, like botox, ass lift, new title, implants, etc. It’s time for some change, and there will be more to come! That being said, I’ve got a lot of new projects going on.
my voice over lessons are going well. I’m tearing through them and making tons of
progress. I spend most of my VO time hanging with the fabulous Deborah Richards, working with and watching other talent, and doing auditions and stuff. I’m about to learn about the magical world of editing, too. Deborah wants me to learn everything, and I squeed when I heard her refer to me as her protégé to a person on the phone. That makes me like the Twilight Sparkle of VO! Yes yes yes yes yes yes!
Creative Studios of Atlanta
I’m assisting CSA with all kinds of stuff, from preparing class materials to data entry (eeew) to helping run seminars. I had a blast helping at a casting seminar with the tweens class. This gig is so awesome! I love it! I can’t wait to audit some acting classes. I’ve already learned a lot. Yay!
The music studio Nick was interning with is closed, but one of the previous owners has his eye on Nick and me for work. He and his associate are doing a documentary about honor killings and their disturbing presence in the UK and US. Once they get a grant, we could get paid to work with them! For now, I’m writing for Memini, a site devoted to telling the stories of girls murdered by their families for things as simple as wanting to get an education or falling in love with somebody the family deems unsuitable. I’m writing memorials, to remember and pay tribute to these women whose existence was almost erased by primitive traditions. Here is the first one I wrote about Shafilea Ahmed.
Shafilea wrote poetry during her live to deal with the pain of being torn apart by two cultures, so I want to share her work today:
I don’t pretend like we’re the perfect family no more
Desire to live is burning
My stomach is turning
But all they think about is honour
I was like a normal teenage kid
Didn’t ask 2 much
I jus wanted to fit in
But my culture was different
But my family ignored
Now I’m sitting here
Playing happy families
Still crying tears
But no we’re a happy family
I have these fears
I wish, I wish, I wish
For a happy family
I lay in bed hoping the next day would be better
It was just a thought
Because it never happened no
But I still dream of this today yeah hey
I wish my parents would be proud of wot I done
Instead it’s you’ve have bought shame
Or something else lame
I don’t wanna hear this no more
No no no.
I feel trapped
I feel trapped, so stuck I don’t wot 2 do the feeling is mutual, I don’t know how to explain
Im a trapped so trapped (so trapped )
Now u know where I stand, when I fall back I got no where else to land
I don’t know how to say
I’m trapped so trapped I’m trapped wit u.
It was my last year in school, so happy with my friends I got lots to do —
But came this day when everything changed
I came home it seemed like a normal day
But sumthing wasn’t right —-
I wish I coulda changed the event
I shoulda killed myself instead
I’d rather have been dead
Coz now I have a burden on my chest
And no it won’t go away, the guilt, the pain
When I look back on things I coulda changed coulda stop, prevented, exchanged
But i had to turn out this way (so trapped)
Now I’m sitting on my window bay
Looking at the rain —-
Drowning sorrow and pain
Will this ever go away —-
I feel trapped so trapped, I’m trapped
I’m trapped, so trapped I’m trapped
(I don’t know wot do) I feel trapped.
But my family ignored