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Friday, August 31, 2007

The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about teachers, "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To corroborate, he said to another guest, "You're a teacher, Susan," he said."Be honest. What do you make?"
Susan, who had a reputation of honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?"
"I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor and an A- feel like a C+ slap in the face if the student did not do his or her very best."
"I can make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence."
"I can make parents tremble in fear when I call home."
"You want to know what I make?"
"I make kids wonder." "I make them question.""I make them criticize." "I make them apologize and mean it."
"I make them write." "I make them read, read, read.""I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, and definitely beautiful over and over and over again, until they will never misspell either one of those words again.""I make them show all their work in math and hide it all on their final drafts in English."
"I make them understand that if you have the brains, then follow your heart... and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you pay them no attention."
"You want to know what I make?"
"I make a difference."
"What about you?"
Saturday, August 11, 2007


Colorful, but unpicked. You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you're the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

You don't seem to take yourself too seriously, and that's refreshing. You aren't uptight; you don't over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn't a top priority--a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven't had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You're very selective.

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You're out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone. "You're never truly single as long as you have yourself."

ALWAYS AVOID: The Bachelor (DGSM) CONSIDER: The Vapor Trail (RBLM).
Monday, August 06, 2007

my world is getting smaller. where has all the time gone???
it's work work work all the way. realised i havent written in here for a long time when a colleague i'm not even close to knows that the last update was in June. Freaky u know some people.

lucky for me, psychedelico is such an ass and forced me outta my work schedule to spend time watching simpson. laughed my butt off (yes, it's gotten a lil flat after the simpsons)But still I ended up fixing up furry ears and what nots during the weekend for my wonderful Drama kids for their performance last Sunday. They should have a clause in the teaching post: Danger, may be hazardous for social life.

Back about Sunday... Too bad I didn't bring a camera to forever keep the cute darlings made-up faces. I do however have some before shots.





aren't they just freaking adorable?!