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Wednesday, March 29, 2006



Amazing show! Great job everyone!


Monday, March 20, 2006

Children of Hanoi 2006

A shoutout to everyone on my interim for making this the best interim yet. next year's interim will have a hard time to match this years.

Some highlights:
-CRAZY bus moments (sleeping pictures, crazy pictures, sunglass pictures, wild pictures, bebot video, fishy video and music from inMOTION)
-swimming
-SOS village (the food, the hack-ee-sac game, balloons, bubbles)
- hearing imparement school (tug-of-war, commy speech, communicating with hearing imparement students)
- peace village (the girl who wanted to draw with me all the time, tam, cong, pysioroom, "math room", rec room, classroom, PAINTing the mural, me doing a bad job painting the mural, messing around with paint, turpentine, gasoline, crazy monkey)
- pottery making
- playing pool (learning the wave from shik, baby powder, blackout)
- the yummy food and the conversations at the table
- relaxation therapy
- and the massage trains!!


pictures are at  Courtney or Shirley's xangas. you shouldn't give me any props, but instead direct props to them for not being lazy


Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A trailer that will guarantee you to smile.


http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/happyfeet/trailer1/


Saturday, January 07, 2006


giggidy giggidy goooooo!


Tuesday, October 25, 2005

A poem from Stephen Chbosky's the perks of being a wallflower.


Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
       he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
       because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
       and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
       and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
       took all the kids to the zoon
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
       with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
       Valentine signed with a row of X's
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
       he wrote a poem
And called it "Autumn"
       because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
       and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
       because of its new paint
And the kids told him father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
       when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
       his mother and father kissed alot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
         when he cried for him to do it

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
       he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
       because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
       and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
       because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
       of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caugh his sister
       making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
       or even talked
And the girl around the corner
        wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
        but he kissed her anyway
        because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
        his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
        he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
        because this time he didn't think
        he could reach the kitchen.      



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