If I were headmaster of SIS, there would be a lot of things different here. Firstly, I would increase the amount of spending on education, and teachers. Because I believe schools need to focus more on academics, and spend most of the money expanding, growing both physically and excelling in academics. I would increase the pay of the teachers, because if the teachers are not happy the students are not happy and they in turn dont study and the school's academics fall. There are two ways to effectively run a school, either very leniently where everyone is happy and make the environment for a student to learn very open, or run a school very strict where teachers are under paid and give out huge amounts of hw making the students miserable and over stressed. Though there are down sides to both the main thing is trying to get students eager to learn more. If students are eager, they will learn them selves, we should not drive students to dislike learning by over stressing them, the way the human mind works is to avoid anything that causes the brain stress and discomfort.
If we try to encourage students to learn other than drown them in work, then we can prepare them to go out on them selves and learn on their own. Though this may seem like the utopia of education, sometimes there are just those people that cannot learn that way, and need to have massive amount of work and need strict study habits in order to learn and pay attention. If I were to make changes to SIS this is what I would do.
Not to forget to change the classes so they are all block periods, because studies have shown that this is the most effective way for students to learn.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Utopia
Paradise to me is being on a deserted beach with soft white sand at sunset. The reason I would like it at sunset, is because that is around the time I was born, just as the sun went down. In my perspective sunset is one of the most beautiful times of the day, because of the way the color of the sun reflects off the water and then projects itself up into the skies above and turns the heavens into a color pallet of reds, oranges and yellows. My favorite type of sunset is when the sun is a big fiery ball right above the ocean's horizon, and you can still look at the sun comfortably. There should be no over cast, and the water, smooth as glass with the soft sound of small waves against the sand. I would only allow one other person next to me, and both of us would be enjoying a nice cool refreshment of our choosing, no food, because it would create noise that would take away from the peaceful ambiance. The only thing making sound other than the soothing sound of the waves is the small boom box playing music found on my I-pod, at volume 18, being that it is my favorite number. For seating there will be a wooden structure elevated a foot off the ground with pillows and cushions all over and a roof over head, the walls will be nothing but mosquito netting which can be tied back to allow full view of the sunset and to allow the nice cool breeze to whisk on by. I would lay there with the person of my choosing and we would enjoy our beverage and talk about how beautiful the sunset is and exchange stories or memories we had. One of the stories I personally tell almost every time I see a sun set is when I was younger, I had a very special friend and we were both sitting next to the beach enjoying life, and watching how as the sun got lower and lower in the sky, the clouds seemed to turn into deeper colors of red and orange filling the heavens.
Open Front Door
When I slide open the sliding glass door out onto the deck in the morning, I see in the distance the ocean, and before it a valley of trees that are filled with shadows as the morning sun rises. The sky is filled with deep reds and dark oranges and yellows that paint them selves against the sky, even though the sun has not risen. Its so nice to slide open the door and look outside in the morning and be able to see the sun rise up in the morning and enjoy it's peaceful serenity. I love when in the morning I wake up and I can smell the cool damp air and look out to the ocean and see the sun slowly rise about the horizon, in its fiery mass. I also enjoy waking up and listening to the waking birds sing and greet the morning sun.
Though, I wish to be able to see more of the ocean and see how it changes as the sun rises, I could go out and cut the trees down to open up the view, but instead I would add another addition to my house. It would be a small open plat form exactly 18 feet above the roof of my house, because 18 is one of my favorite numbers. The plat form will be 5x7 feet because added together makes 12, a perfect number and it would be able to comfortably accompany me and one other person.
The reason I want to have it this way is because, I myself am a romantic person, I am the type of person that remembers a lot of things and can relate to a lot of things in people's lives. I also love to watch the sun rise in the morning because to me it is like a symbol of life, a new beginning to a day and I also enjoy watching the sun set because it is like the departure of the day, and I like to watch as it slowly disappears over the horizon and then greet it as it rises again in the morning.
Though, I wish to be able to see more of the ocean and see how it changes as the sun rises, I could go out and cut the trees down to open up the view, but instead I would add another addition to my house. It would be a small open plat form exactly 18 feet above the roof of my house, because 18 is one of my favorite numbers. The plat form will be 5x7 feet because added together makes 12, a perfect number and it would be able to comfortably accompany me and one other person.
The reason I want to have it this way is because, I myself am a romantic person, I am the type of person that remembers a lot of things and can relate to a lot of things in people's lives. I also love to watch the sun rise in the morning because to me it is like a symbol of life, a new beginning to a day and I also enjoy watching the sun set because it is like the departure of the day, and I like to watch as it slowly disappears over the horizon and then greet it as it rises again in the morning.
most humiliating experience
My most humiliating moment was when I was young, and during those years I was a very constipated child, and they had to insert a medicine through an area which will be left unnamed. My bowels had been blocked because I seemed to of had a fear of being inside the restroom on my own due to this horrid painting on the wall in all of our restrooms. Related to this is me telling all of my peers now that I had this problem when I was young.
Yea. These times were not the best of times, I was brought into the hospital every day for two weeks where I would have to bend down on the table as though I were an Indian praying to mecca, and I was a YOUNG boy I was scared for my life, I did not know what they were going to do with me, so of course the normal thing for a boy my age was to be scared @#$@$%34@% and yell out for help. I was not used to having people shoving stuff up there, let alone be back there at all.
The thing they were... yea.. was a solid.. it was in the shape of a rounded.. blunt...bullet... made of ice.. this is humiliating now that I think of it, and to think I am now sharing this story with my friends. Not only did it look cold, IT WAS COLD! Felt like ice going on up and it was not pleasant. It was probably the most humiliating experience of my life due to the fact that I had to go into the hospital because I was constipated, given anal meds to help my problems and on top of that, 90% of the people that work at the hospital know me because my mom also works there.
Yea. These times were not the best of times, I was brought into the hospital every day for two weeks where I would have to bend down on the table as though I were an Indian praying to mecca, and I was a YOUNG boy I was scared for my life, I did not know what they were going to do with me, so of course the normal thing for a boy my age was to be scared @#$@$%34@% and yell out for help. I was not used to having people shoving stuff up there, let alone be back there at all.
The thing they were... yea.. was a solid.. it was in the shape of a rounded.. blunt...bullet... made of ice.. this is humiliating now that I think of it, and to think I am now sharing this story with my friends. Not only did it look cold, IT WAS COLD! Felt like ice going on up and it was not pleasant. It was probably the most humiliating experience of my life due to the fact that I had to go into the hospital because I was constipated, given anal meds to help my problems and on top of that, 90% of the people that work at the hospital know me because my mom also works there.
Blog on a dead person
If you could birng back one person from the dead, who would that be and what would you serve for dinner and why? 500 words
If I could bring anyone back from the dead I would bring back, I would bring back one of the most infamous people in the world, Adolf Hitler. For appetizers we will have caviar and various breads and cheeses. The main course will be Trout in butter sauce and squab. The reason the feast would comprise of such things, is because conventionally, you always start off with light food in the beginning, meaning the caviar, bread, and cheeses. Another reason being, to warm up the conversation between such an infamous dictator. The cheese and bread is traditionally a start of the meal “meal” and there for should be included in the feast of the returning dictator. Although the caviar, the reason the caviar is included is because it was Adolf Hitler's favorite appetizers, and this should appeal to him.
After the chasers we would move on to the main course, where he will enjoy his favorite meal of trout in butter sauce, which he loved with a passion and it is said that his last meal was trout in butter sauce before he committed suicide. With his being such a devoted trout lover, the meal should get the dictator to start talking about confidential information. Because everyone loves to talk about stuff when they are having a good meal and enjoying life, but in this case, enjoying being alive again. According to most people Hitler was a vegetarian, so most of the foods do not have meat in them.
From there on we would talk about why he put all those people in concentration camps, and go all the way to what he felt about the world in general. We will cover a wide variety of topics, even the ones about what his last thoughts were before his great empire fell. We would also talk about the secret testing facilities he had and experiments that to this day have people wondering what the Germans were up to.
Finally, dessert will arrive, with dessert will come baklava and chocolates. These were Hitler's favorite desserts, and he loved to eat them all the time. He would be very happy to have such a great meal, and be happy to talk about anything.
If I could bring anyone back from the dead I would bring back, I would bring back one of the most infamous people in the world, Adolf Hitler. For appetizers we will have caviar and various breads and cheeses. The main course will be Trout in butter sauce and squab. The reason the feast would comprise of such things, is because conventionally, you always start off with light food in the beginning, meaning the caviar, bread, and cheeses. Another reason being, to warm up the conversation between such an infamous dictator. The cheese and bread is traditionally a start of the meal “meal” and there for should be included in the feast of the returning dictator. Although the caviar, the reason the caviar is included is because it was Adolf Hitler's favorite appetizers, and this should appeal to him.
After the chasers we would move on to the main course, where he will enjoy his favorite meal of trout in butter sauce, which he loved with a passion and it is said that his last meal was trout in butter sauce before he committed suicide. With his being such a devoted trout lover, the meal should get the dictator to start talking about confidential information. Because everyone loves to talk about stuff when they are having a good meal and enjoying life, but in this case, enjoying being alive again. According to most people Hitler was a vegetarian, so most of the foods do not have meat in them.
From there on we would talk about why he put all those people in concentration camps, and go all the way to what he felt about the world in general. We will cover a wide variety of topics, even the ones about what his last thoughts were before his great empire fell. We would also talk about the secret testing facilities he had and experiments that to this day have people wondering what the Germans were up to.
Finally, dessert will arrive, with dessert will come baklava and chocolates. These were Hitler's favorite desserts, and he loved to eat them all the time. He would be very happy to have such a great meal, and be happy to talk about anything.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Dead person?...
If you could birng back one person from the dead, who would that be and what would you serve for dinner and why? 500 words
If I could bring anyone back from the dead I would bring back, I would bring back one of the most infamous people in the world, Adolf Hitler. For appetizers we will have caviar and various breads and cheeses. The main course will be Trout in butter sauce and squab. The reason the feast would comprise of such things, is because conventionally, you always start off with light food in the beginning, meaning the caviar, bread, and cheeses. Another reason being, to warm up the conversation between such an infamous dictator. The cheese and bread is traditionally a start of the meal “meal” and there for should be included in the feast of the returning dictator. Although the caviar, the reason the caviar is included is because it was Adolf Hitler's favorite appetizers, and this should appeal to him.
After the chasers we would move on to the main course, where he will enjoy his favorite meal of trout in butter sauce, which he loved with a passion and it is said that his last meal was trout in butter sauce before he committed suicide. With his being such a devoted trout lover, the meal should get the dictator to start talking about confidential information. Because everyone loves to talk about stuff when they are having a good meal and enjoying life, but in this case, enjoying being alive again. According to most people Hitler was a vegetarian, so most of the foods do not have meat in them.
From there on we would talk about why he put all those people in concentration camps, and go all the way to what he felt about the world in general. We will cover a wide variety of topics, even the ones about what his last thoughts were before his great empire fell. We would also talk about the secret testing facilities he had and experiments that to this day have people wondering what the Germans were up to.
Finally, dessert will arrive, with dessert will come baklava and chocolates. These were Hitler's favorite desserts, and he loved to eat them all the time. He would be very happy to have such a great meal, and be happy to talk about anything.
If I could bring anyone back from the dead I would bring back, I would bring back one of the most infamous people in the world, Adolf Hitler. For appetizers we will have caviar and various breads and cheeses. The main course will be Trout in butter sauce and squab. The reason the feast would comprise of such things, is because conventionally, you always start off with light food in the beginning, meaning the caviar, bread, and cheeses. Another reason being, to warm up the conversation between such an infamous dictator. The cheese and bread is traditionally a start of the meal “meal” and there for should be included in the feast of the returning dictator. Although the caviar, the reason the caviar is included is because it was Adolf Hitler's favorite appetizers, and this should appeal to him.
After the chasers we would move on to the main course, where he will enjoy his favorite meal of trout in butter sauce, which he loved with a passion and it is said that his last meal was trout in butter sauce before he committed suicide. With his being such a devoted trout lover, the meal should get the dictator to start talking about confidential information. Because everyone loves to talk about stuff when they are having a good meal and enjoying life, but in this case, enjoying being alive again. According to most people Hitler was a vegetarian, so most of the foods do not have meat in them.
From there on we would talk about why he put all those people in concentration camps, and go all the way to what he felt about the world in general. We will cover a wide variety of topics, even the ones about what his last thoughts were before his great empire fell. We would also talk about the secret testing facilities he had and experiments that to this day have people wondering what the Germans were up to.
Finally, dessert will arrive, with dessert will come baklava and chocolates. These were Hitler's favorite desserts, and he loved to eat them all the time. He would be very happy to have such a great meal, and be happy to talk about anything.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Japan days being
On the first day I went to japan, we were riding through the city with cars all over the place. It was crazy, but thankfully all the Japanese drivers are very respectful of the bikers and do not try to run them over or honk at them. The reason we were rushing through the city was that we were suppose to get on a ferry that is about a two hour trip to the other island. The plan was to be there get on the 1:45 ferry, but once we got there we were already too late, and once we had gone to confirm our tickets we realized that the 1:45 ferry was non existent. So we had rushed all the way for nothing. We decided to go have some lunch and that is where my father and all his friends learned how to order beer in japan in various sizes. The time came around for us to head down to the landing area to get on the ferry and with a brief waiting period we got on the huge ferry. We all rode down this big empty corridor where the cars and semi trucks will soon fill. They chained our bike tight up against the wall of the ship and we proceeded upstairs into the common area. The ferry was very nice on the inside, with a few gambling games, and of course the all famous Japanese vending machines. There was a flat area for people to sleep too.
Once the two hours were up, it was dark and we had to bike another 17 blocks to get to our hotel. Luckily we had our gps system called the Garmin, that thing was a life saver. We reached out hotel, checked in and went up into our rooms before meeting back down in 15 mins to go out to dinner. The rooms in that hotel were TINY! You had just enough room to place your belongings and a place to sleep and take a shower. Once we had changed in our tiny room we went out and roamed the streets for dinner. We asked a man if he could help us locate a restaurant that the conciser had suggested us. He very politely said yes and lead us strait to the place, but they were full. He then said for us to follow him because he said he knew another place to eat at. The man was soo kind and generous to lead us three blocks out of his way to a restaurant and when he wanted to thank him by inviting him in to have a drink, but he politely refused again and left. I will never forget that man who so generously helped us that night, and wouldn't accept anything in return.
Once the two hours were up, it was dark and we had to bike another 17 blocks to get to our hotel. Luckily we had our gps system called the Garmin, that thing was a life saver. We reached out hotel, checked in and went up into our rooms before meeting back down in 15 mins to go out to dinner. The rooms in that hotel were TINY! You had just enough room to place your belongings and a place to sleep and take a shower. Once we had changed in our tiny room we went out and roamed the streets for dinner. We asked a man if he could help us locate a restaurant that the conciser had suggested us. He very politely said yes and lead us strait to the place, but they were full. He then said for us to follow him because he said he knew another place to eat at. The man was soo kind and generous to lead us three blocks out of his way to a restaurant and when he wanted to thank him by inviting him in to have a drink, but he politely refused again and left. I will never forget that man who so generously helped us that night, and wouldn't accept anything in return.
Japan culture oddities
But there is nothing better than finally getting off your bike and being able to check into your hotel/ accommodations, because about 80% of the time, where ever you are staying there is a traditional bath, called an onsen by the Japanese people. In general terms, an onsen is like a hot spring, or a spa. It is almost a type of sacred bathing place for the people. You have to wear the convention Yokata, which is a robe, before you enter into the onsen area. You then must rinse your body before you enter the onsen, If you do not you have the possibility of being yelled at by other people for not being clean before thoroughly cleaning yourself. Another very important thing about the onsen is that you must go completely nude with possibly other men inside the onsen as well. Conventionally men and women are separate but there are a few of the co-ed onsens where both men and women are completely exposed. At first it is a very, nerve racking knowing there are other nude men around you, but then after a while you get used to it. There are rules that there should be no staring or any sort of nonsense, and people generally follow those rules.
One down side to the Japanese culture, is that when you go to bed at night after a long hard day of biking. The Japanese sleep on little lightly cushioned mats, called tatame mats. These are not all the comfortable to sleep on after a long ride. Another thing is that the pillow they give you, is like a rice sack. It is hard and feels as though it was filled with some sort of grain. Not all that comfortable but it was a place to sleep. I had some bad back pains after waking up in the morning and I felt like I didnt get much sleep, but after taking a quick moment in the onsen, it usually loosens things up.
One down side to the Japanese culture, is that when you go to bed at night after a long hard day of biking. The Japanese sleep on little lightly cushioned mats, called tatame mats. These are not all the comfortable to sleep on after a long ride. Another thing is that the pillow they give you, is like a rice sack. It is hard and feels as though it was filled with some sort of grain. Not all that comfortable but it was a place to sleep. I had some bad back pains after waking up in the morning and I felt like I didnt get much sleep, but after taking a quick moment in the onsen, it usually loosens things up.
Japan 1
This month, October 5, I went to Shikoku, Japan for a bike tour. We biked all around Shikoku and it was a really fun experience. Japan is such a beautiful place, and the climate was nice and cool, perfect for biking. While I was there, I had gotten to experience all the different forms of riding, from biking in cites to the wide open back country to the express highways. Japan is a very bike friendly country and many people respect bikers. But some of the roads are kind of scary. Like in some of the mountainous areas, I believe the Japanese try to preserve the natural environment and create only a one lane road through the mountains. Occasionally there is a little edge for cars to go into just in case there is another on coming car, but other than that, that is all. There is only a mere guard rail that rises above the ground at half a meter high to protect you from a certain death off a cliff face. The time that becomes really scary is when a huge semi truck comes by and leaves you about three feet of room, which you and your bike with paniers take up about two feet of that three. So basically you have six inches on either side of you from hitting a truck or falling to your doom. But it is all worth it when you get to where you are going, because every where you go there is atleast one perfect view of japans beautiful scenery.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
ooVoo
ooVoo
OoVoo is this new type of skype I have just found, it is much faster and a lot better than skype in my personal opinion. I use it every night and the webcam quality is not bad. OoVoo is perfect for people who are distant from each other, for instance a family member on an extended trip to other parts of the world. The reason why I like Oovoo is because it is easy and simple and works perfectly.
Even though ooVoo is behind on skype, mostly due to popularity and the fact that Skype came out first, it is still pretty good. As of now, I have had no problems with it. The internet is quick so there is no freeze frame when you are web-caming and you can still type to people as well. The sound is also very good, there is not much lag between what the person says and then the voice comes out.
Another addition to ooVoo is that you can also use it as just a plain messenger to people. You can still send files and other stuff. OoVoo isn’t only for personal uses; it can also be used for Business reasons as well. You can send bilk files, photos and other business associated things. Even hold meetings, because on Oovoo you can invite up to 6 people at one time and they all can see you.
The only thing that is probably different from Skype and ooVoo, is that ooVoo has a text box that is separate from the web cam window, so sometimes that can get a bit messy when you are trying to write a message to them and keep a view of the person at the same time.
All in all I would chose ooVoo over Skype. I have seen some people with Skype and the quality of the streamed webcam is not much like ooVoo’s and not as fast or clear. But then again, since Skype did come out first, It is in the lead over ooVoo. I hope soon more and more people will join ooVoo, so then all my messenger needs will be satisfied.
OoVoo is this new type of skype I have just found, it is much faster and a lot better than skype in my personal opinion. I use it every night and the webcam quality is not bad. OoVoo is perfect for people who are distant from each other, for instance a family member on an extended trip to other parts of the world. The reason why I like Oovoo is because it is easy and simple and works perfectly.
Even though ooVoo is behind on skype, mostly due to popularity and the fact that Skype came out first, it is still pretty good. As of now, I have had no problems with it. The internet is quick so there is no freeze frame when you are web-caming and you can still type to people as well. The sound is also very good, there is not much lag between what the person says and then the voice comes out.
Another addition to ooVoo is that you can also use it as just a plain messenger to people. You can still send files and other stuff. OoVoo isn’t only for personal uses; it can also be used for Business reasons as well. You can send bilk files, photos and other business associated things. Even hold meetings, because on Oovoo you can invite up to 6 people at one time and they all can see you.
The only thing that is probably different from Skype and ooVoo, is that ooVoo has a text box that is separate from the web cam window, so sometimes that can get a bit messy when you are trying to write a message to them and keep a view of the person at the same time.
All in all I would chose ooVoo over Skype. I have seen some people with Skype and the quality of the streamed webcam is not much like ooVoo’s and not as fast or clear. But then again, since Skype did come out first, It is in the lead over ooVoo. I hope soon more and more people will join ooVoo, so then all my messenger needs will be satisfied.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Milk Tea
Milk Tea
By human nature we are attracted to the things that are bad for us. Reason is, that human’s emotion of desire takes over us, and we desire things we can’t have, so naturally the things that we can’t have are the things bad for us. The emotion of desire is man’s downfall in humanity.
One human desire is having delicious foods to eat and enjoy. Such as Milk tea, I am extremely attracted to it. The reason being, there is A LOT of sugar in the milk tea, and I do not eat a lot of sugary foods in my daily life. In turn I drink a lot of the sugar filled tea to satisfy my craving.
Another desire for humans is fat. Fat is found on almost everything, but the reason we are attracted to it is because fat gives food a lot of its flavoring. In meat, if there is fat, it gives the meat a lot of flavor.
Happiness is also a desire people want, for most people, food gives us happiness. Food releases a chemical in the brain called dopamine which is a chemical that makes you feel happy. People are always looking for ways to make them happy, either it be good or bad for them. But even though it is good for them, too much of a good thing is bad for you. You need to have a perfect balance of everything in your life.
By human nature we are attracted to the things that are bad for us. Reason is, that human’s emotion of desire takes over us, and we desire things we can’t have, so naturally the things that we can’t have are the things bad for us. The emotion of desire is man’s downfall in humanity.
One human desire is having delicious foods to eat and enjoy. Such as Milk tea, I am extremely attracted to it. The reason being, there is A LOT of sugar in the milk tea, and I do not eat a lot of sugary foods in my daily life. In turn I drink a lot of the sugar filled tea to satisfy my craving.
Another desire for humans is fat. Fat is found on almost everything, but the reason we are attracted to it is because fat gives food a lot of its flavoring. In meat, if there is fat, it gives the meat a lot of flavor.
Happiness is also a desire people want, for most people, food gives us happiness. Food releases a chemical in the brain called dopamine which is a chemical that makes you feel happy. People are always looking for ways to make them happy, either it be good or bad for them. But even though it is good for them, too much of a good thing is bad for you. You need to have a perfect balance of everything in your life.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
(deceased)
At a Funeral
Today, during school hours I went to a funeral for a good friend of mine’s mother, Eileen, who has just recently been taken from us by cancer. I didn’t know her too well, but seeing all the people there made me feel like I HAD to be there to give my friend support and prayer. Seeing all of the people mourn for her passing was very touching. It makes me wish I was able to talk to her in person.
During the mass, my friend went up to compose a song dedicated to his mother for the last time. As he played the guitar he sang “Alleluia”, his voice was just beautiful, I thought it was coming from the speakers at first, but then I realized it was him singing. Not to sound gay, but his voice was really amazing; it makes me wish I had a nice voice like him.
After he finished, his father came up. He is an elderly man now days, but as he went up he wanted everyone to listen to him and his wife’s favorite song “Have I told you that I love you”, as he said the title of the song he started to weep. It made me kind of emotional for the passing of his wife; many people were starting to break out in tears now.
After the mass people then walked outside to the cemetery to where they had reserved a spot for Eileen. I watched as people pray, cried, and placed flowers on the casket as everyone said their last goodbyes. As they did so, a small choir of Chamorro women sang a prayer I guess, in their native tongue. Once everyone said their goodbyes, they lowered the body down in to the grave and then started to cover the grave. But then, I had to leave, so I went up to my friends and also my other friend who was with him, patted them both on the shoulder and said “I’m sorry for your loss, I will pray for you and your family” and then I left.
It is raining today, so I guess the sky is weeping for the passing of Eileen.
God bless Eileen.
amen
P.s i know many people are going to read this and say "Wth? you dont go to church, well F u guys leave me be.. i know what im suppose to do, just need someone to help me get there"
Today, during school hours I went to a funeral for a good friend of mine’s mother, Eileen, who has just recently been taken from us by cancer. I didn’t know her too well, but seeing all the people there made me feel like I HAD to be there to give my friend support and prayer. Seeing all of the people mourn for her passing was very touching. It makes me wish I was able to talk to her in person.
During the mass, my friend went up to compose a song dedicated to his mother for the last time. As he played the guitar he sang “Alleluia”, his voice was just beautiful, I thought it was coming from the speakers at first, but then I realized it was him singing. Not to sound gay, but his voice was really amazing; it makes me wish I had a nice voice like him.
After he finished, his father came up. He is an elderly man now days, but as he went up he wanted everyone to listen to him and his wife’s favorite song “Have I told you that I love you”, as he said the title of the song he started to weep. It made me kind of emotional for the passing of his wife; many people were starting to break out in tears now.
After the mass people then walked outside to the cemetery to where they had reserved a spot for Eileen. I watched as people pray, cried, and placed flowers on the casket as everyone said their last goodbyes. As they did so, a small choir of Chamorro women sang a prayer I guess, in their native tongue. Once everyone said their goodbyes, they lowered the body down in to the grave and then started to cover the grave. But then, I had to leave, so I went up to my friends and also my other friend who was with him, patted them both on the shoulder and said “I’m sorry for your loss, I will pray for you and your family” and then I left.
It is raining today, so I guess the sky is weeping for the passing of Eileen.
God bless Eileen.
amen
P.s i know many people are going to read this and say "Wth? you dont go to church, well F u guys leave me be.. i know what im suppose to do, just need someone to help me get there"
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Being a Gecko
Being a Gecko
I dislike the Saipan International School’s mascot, which is a Gecko. A bug eating gecko… a gecko that represents weakness in its bug eating glory. Most of my friends from other schools have more appropriate mascots, such as knights, eagles, stroms/penguins, even the lizards (there is a name for it but I have forgotten it). The only other school that probably has a lower level that SIS is the fairy turns, which is whispering palms school mascot. Most of the times I am made fun of because I am a pure bred gecko, I have really been here all my life. I wonder what that would look like on my transcript when I go to college. I am a vey social person, and I have many MANY friends from different schools that I hang out with a lot. I can’t even walk down street market without even having to hug at least 3 people that I know, or that I may have forgotten. I have also noticed a HUGE percentage of my friends are girls, it sometimes puzzles me why, but I guess I enjoy the company of girls because they are not loud and obnoxious all the time. But a lot of my friends that are guys, I’m really close with. We hang out a lot and do crazy stuff, but we are tamed. It is a lot of fun driving around with my friends and just having a good time, carrpe diem as people say.
I dislike the Saipan International School’s mascot, which is a Gecko. A bug eating gecko… a gecko that represents weakness in its bug eating glory. Most of my friends from other schools have more appropriate mascots, such as knights, eagles, stroms/penguins, even the lizards (there is a name for it but I have forgotten it). The only other school that probably has a lower level that SIS is the fairy turns, which is whispering palms school mascot. Most of the times I am made fun of because I am a pure bred gecko, I have really been here all my life. I wonder what that would look like on my transcript when I go to college. I am a vey social person, and I have many MANY friends from different schools that I hang out with a lot. I can’t even walk down street market without even having to hug at least 3 people that I know, or that I may have forgotten. I have also noticed a HUGE percentage of my friends are girls, it sometimes puzzles me why, but I guess I enjoy the company of girls because they are not loud and obnoxious all the time. But a lot of my friends that are guys, I’m really close with. We hang out a lot and do crazy stuff, but we are tamed. It is a lot of fun driving around with my friends and just having a good time, carrpe diem as people say.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Computers
Computers
My first computer was a Toshiba satellite, it was kind of a dated computer but it was a great reliable computer, I loved it. But that was back in 5th grade where we only had windows Xp and Microsoft word 2003 was top of the line. The battery life on that laptop was roughly 2-3 hours if I was lucky. The processor was not all that fast either. But back then I thought it was really fast, I was able to open up a web page in under 20 seconds, which was amazing back then. I spent so many hours on that computer. It was so reliable, and I never had any major problems with it.
Now I have a Asus computer. It’s a pretty nice looking computer, smaller than my previous laptop. But it has been only two years and I am already having problems. On my Asus I have Windows Vista, and I can open up a web page even faster, 10 seconds. I have Microsoft word 2007 and all these other cool applications I never had before. But the problem is that, it is not as reliable as my old computer a few years ago. I’m already having problems after two years, which is kind of disappointing.
Over the years I have watched computers jump in technology. One month they would be talking about a processor that is supposedly to make your computer faster that your previous one, and now they are talking about making an EVEN faster processor that’s even smaller than before. The rate people are coming out with new tech is amazing. Another example is, I bought this Asus computer in June, the battery life is about 2-3 hours. In July my brother got a new laptop and its battery life is 5-7 hours! And his battery is smaller than mine. His laptop is much faster and really nice.
Pretty soon I hope I will be able to upgrade my computer to a even faster one that will be much more reliable.
My first computer was a Toshiba satellite, it was kind of a dated computer but it was a great reliable computer, I loved it. But that was back in 5th grade where we only had windows Xp and Microsoft word 2003 was top of the line. The battery life on that laptop was roughly 2-3 hours if I was lucky. The processor was not all that fast either. But back then I thought it was really fast, I was able to open up a web page in under 20 seconds, which was amazing back then. I spent so many hours on that computer. It was so reliable, and I never had any major problems with it.
Now I have a Asus computer. It’s a pretty nice looking computer, smaller than my previous laptop. But it has been only two years and I am already having problems. On my Asus I have Windows Vista, and I can open up a web page even faster, 10 seconds. I have Microsoft word 2007 and all these other cool applications I never had before. But the problem is that, it is not as reliable as my old computer a few years ago. I’m already having problems after two years, which is kind of disappointing.
Over the years I have watched computers jump in technology. One month they would be talking about a processor that is supposedly to make your computer faster that your previous one, and now they are talking about making an EVEN faster processor that’s even smaller than before. The rate people are coming out with new tech is amazing. Another example is, I bought this Asus computer in June, the battery life is about 2-3 hours. In July my brother got a new laptop and its battery life is 5-7 hours! And his battery is smaller than mine. His laptop is much faster and really nice.
Pretty soon I hope I will be able to upgrade my computer to a even faster one that will be much more reliable.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sports
SPORTIFIED! This is a word I have come up with, it is a term that is applied to people who are mainstream sporty and what not. They are the people who spend 6+ hours a week doing sport related activities. I myself get about 18 hours of sports a week. Every weekday I have volleyball from 3:45- 5:30, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Tennis right after volleyball from when I get there at 5:30 till around 7. Then on Saturday mornings I have tennis again from 10-11:45, by then it is scorching hot. Then after relaxing for a bit on Saturday and going out at night to hang around with some friends, I wake up at 5 in the morning and get ready to go on a 4+ hour bike ride.
On these rides we go up many hills and each one we try to get faster than the other. My father has put a no excuse for missing a bike ride policy, so no matter what I have to go. He, Mr Jones and Mr Arenofski, always talk and have fun on their bike ride and then crack jokes about how fast I go up the hill and how unfair it is. They also joke on how they should strap a huge cooler on my bike so I can haul it up the hills for them and they can enjoy a nice beer at the top. I say it would give them great incentive to climb faster to get to their prize that I have them running for.
Now back to the topic, you shouldn’t try not to sportify your life like I have. It is not good, you have very little time to work, and when you do work, you are not as focused as you should be because you are so burned out from all the sports you cannot perform to the best of your abilities. This is a helpful hint for those who do sports, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.
On these rides we go up many hills and each one we try to get faster than the other. My father has put a no excuse for missing a bike ride policy, so no matter what I have to go. He, Mr Jones and Mr Arenofski, always talk and have fun on their bike ride and then crack jokes about how fast I go up the hill and how unfair it is. They also joke on how they should strap a huge cooler on my bike so I can haul it up the hills for them and they can enjoy a nice beer at the top. I say it would give them great incentive to climb faster to get to their prize that I have them running for.
Now back to the topic, you shouldn’t try not to sportify your life like I have. It is not good, you have very little time to work, and when you do work, you are not as focused as you should be because you are so burned out from all the sports you cannot perform to the best of your abilities. This is a helpful hint for those who do sports, and don’t say I didn’t warn you.
What I do as a Biker on saipan
Here on Saipan there are many sports and activities to do, personally I like to bike. One of the biggest and most known events is the Hell of the Marianas (HOM), which takes place on December 6th. HOM is a 100 mile/ 60km bike ride around the island, which takes you up and down every major hill on Saipan. It is a lot of fun, and you get to see many people from a lot of different places. The only way I prepare for the HOM is just to train as much as I can while at the same time balancing my school work. I bike every Sunday from 6- 10 am, I try to do interval training while I’m biking, and try to beat my previous times. My route usually starts at Wild Bills in Garapan. I then bike out to Marpi and ride up Radar tower hill, which is the left hand turn right after La Fiesta, and then I bike back down and then I head to Suicide cliff. On my way I pedal, or in bikers terms, Spin, as fast as I can and keep my cadence up (how fast you are pedaling). Once I get up suicide I bike down to bird island look out, down to grotto and then back out to bonsai. By this time I am a little tired but I still push to keep my cadence up. After I do the official turn at
Bonsai I head back as fast as I can to Wild Bills. There I enjoy my delicious meal and with it I drink Endurox, which is a sports enhancement drink, to help my muscles repair themselves faster and come back stronger.
Bonsai I head back as fast as I can to Wild Bills. There I enjoy my delicious meal and with it I drink Endurox, which is a sports enhancement drink, to help my muscles repair themselves faster and come back stronger.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Biking on a Sunday morning
Most people would say, they would spend their Sunday morning sleeping in… But that is not going to be able to get me 500 words for this, so I will tell you about my Sunday.
My Sundays begin very early, 5 am to be exact. I wake up and get ready for a nice long bike ride. I put on my shorts and jersey and my dad drives down to either Wild Bills, or out near Marpi next to the go-cart arena. Once arrive at our appointed destination, we decide where to ride for the day. We have been recently been going the third leg of the Hell of the Marianas. Which, is down radar station, out and up to suicide, down to bird island look out, down to grotto, and out back to Bonsai, but we added an extra piece where we climb up Radar station hill in the start.
When you go up such challenging hills, it’s good to not be afraid of shifting constantly, I’m always shifting when I decide to attack a hill and speed up it as fast as I can. It takes me 20 minutes by mountain bike to get up Radar station hill, the last time I checked. But my best time was 17 minutes on my road bike, and that is a huge difference to my standards. But I can see where my 3 minutes are gained when I ride my mountain bike. One is that my mountain bike weights about 7-10 lbs heavier than my road bike. In Lance Armstrong’s book he wrote that even half a pound will make a huge difference when you are climbing up hills. Another thing is, the wheels on my road bike are much thinner and have a smaller surface area of resistance to get up those hills as well, compared to my mountain bike, which has a greater resistance surface area.
One thing that is really good to do when you are riding long distance is to keep drinking and snack a lot. An average biker can go through at least a gallon of water on a 2 hour bike ride, if I recall correctly. Snacking is also important; it doesn’t matter as long as it’s a bit healthy. When I rode with some of the most elite bikers on island, they took me on the whole hell of the Marianas one day and I came back shaking because I did not have the right amount of calories to keep me going on that ride. They said I didn’t eat enough and that next time I should just bring a bunch of power bars and gels. The gels that I prefer and the Accel Gels (bought at Brabu next to sushi land) they are very delicious and taste like candy.
That concludes my blog for today, my next post may contain more information on biking, but as of now it is time for me to go, thank you for reading.
Ride strong
My Sundays begin very early, 5 am to be exact. I wake up and get ready for a nice long bike ride. I put on my shorts and jersey and my dad drives down to either Wild Bills, or out near Marpi next to the go-cart arena. Once arrive at our appointed destination, we decide where to ride for the day. We have been recently been going the third leg of the Hell of the Marianas. Which, is down radar station, out and up to suicide, down to bird island look out, down to grotto, and out back to Bonsai, but we added an extra piece where we climb up Radar station hill in the start.
When you go up such challenging hills, it’s good to not be afraid of shifting constantly, I’m always shifting when I decide to attack a hill and speed up it as fast as I can. It takes me 20 minutes by mountain bike to get up Radar station hill, the last time I checked. But my best time was 17 minutes on my road bike, and that is a huge difference to my standards. But I can see where my 3 minutes are gained when I ride my mountain bike. One is that my mountain bike weights about 7-10 lbs heavier than my road bike. In Lance Armstrong’s book he wrote that even half a pound will make a huge difference when you are climbing up hills. Another thing is, the wheels on my road bike are much thinner and have a smaller surface area of resistance to get up those hills as well, compared to my mountain bike, which has a greater resistance surface area.
One thing that is really good to do when you are riding long distance is to keep drinking and snack a lot. An average biker can go through at least a gallon of water on a 2 hour bike ride, if I recall correctly. Snacking is also important; it doesn’t matter as long as it’s a bit healthy. When I rode with some of the most elite bikers on island, they took me on the whole hell of the Marianas one day and I came back shaking because I did not have the right amount of calories to keep me going on that ride. They said I didn’t eat enough and that next time I should just bring a bunch of power bars and gels. The gels that I prefer and the Accel Gels (bought at Brabu next to sushi land) they are very delicious and taste like candy.
That concludes my blog for today, my next post may contain more information on biking, but as of now it is time for me to go, thank you for reading.
Ride strong
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sibling rivalry
How to survive two disrespectful, obnoxious brothers
Every day there are problems, I don’t know what’s wrong with them, either they are mentally retarded or just plain stupid. They piss me off on a daily basis, they think they do everything around the house, but in reality they do nothing. They fight with my parents constantly and it makes me angry because I feel as though I need to knock both of them out because they are so disrespectful. They should let me inflict pain and suffering upon them when needed, but since I am too big, I cannot. The only thing I have been able to do for the past 17 years was tolerate. With toleration, they stand there and I stand here, they come into my space constantly and punch me, insult me constantly, but if I just ignore them, I will not have to waste my time, energy and force to correct them. Some of my friends find my brothers to be “All right” but in fact they aren’t all they seem to be.
They are completely disrespectful to both my mother and father. Which is kind of funny because not too long ago when I was 15 they use to fight with me and say “What the hell, you aren’t even my brother just get away from me”, yea they used me being an adopted child as an insult, I have probably heard that from both of them at least three times.
Also, once when I was leaving for Destino Peru, I remember seeing all the other siblings drop off their older brothers and sisters that were coming with me, saying goodbyes and such. One of my siblings showing the sin of Sloth didn’t even bother to say goodbye. The other one, well ill give some points to actually coming along, but only because he got donuts after they dropped me off, only said “I hope you die in a plane crash”, that was the last thing he said to me before I left.
After that, when I came back from Peru, I had gotten them each a small little gift. One a Peruvian hat and another some Peruvian gloves, they both looked and them and said “what the hell do I need this for, never mind” and threw them back. The greatest thing about this all, I don’t care too much what they say to me, I have learned to emotionally block it out, so it is like a rock hitting a sponge and I absorb the blow. This isn’t the only time a gift has gone wrong.
The best part of all this, even though they treat me like this, I still am obliged to drive them to each of their girlfriends house, take them to the movies, skate park, drive their friends, whatever it is I am sucked into, and I don’t have much to do against it.
My brothers to my parents, I can only say that, they scream, they yell, they throw tantrums, throw things, back talk, talk badly to both of them, and don’t care about anything.
I have just noticed that this is why every day I come to school early and try to keep myself as busy as I can so I go home late and not have to listen to the bickering and insults. It must be my subconscious mind controlling me to stay away, even over the weekends I leave from around 8 in the morning and usually sometimes don’t come back till 2 in the morning, maybe spending about an hour at home, when the sun is out, and another 4 hours just sleeping. But most of the times I may be sleeping trying to block out the noise.
I have been told by a very special person to me that I should be more forgiving and forgetful. I guess I’m good at the forgiving part, after the fact that when one of my brothers insult me a few minutes later come ask to go get a treat at the market. But the forgetting part is hard to grasp.
To sum it all up, the way to deal with a troublesome problem, is just to tolerate it. Even though it is hard to do, that is what I follow, even though I believe in a world where you do something I disapprove of, I will focus all my power and smash it upon you to make sure you never do it again. I have forgotten the word for this; I learned it in Mr. Tessen’s Class. But anyways I’m going to go sleep now.
Byeee ^^
Every day there are problems, I don’t know what’s wrong with them, either they are mentally retarded or just plain stupid. They piss me off on a daily basis, they think they do everything around the house, but in reality they do nothing. They fight with my parents constantly and it makes me angry because I feel as though I need to knock both of them out because they are so disrespectful. They should let me inflict pain and suffering upon them when needed, but since I am too big, I cannot. The only thing I have been able to do for the past 17 years was tolerate. With toleration, they stand there and I stand here, they come into my space constantly and punch me, insult me constantly, but if I just ignore them, I will not have to waste my time, energy and force to correct them. Some of my friends find my brothers to be “All right” but in fact they aren’t all they seem to be.
They are completely disrespectful to both my mother and father. Which is kind of funny because not too long ago when I was 15 they use to fight with me and say “What the hell, you aren’t even my brother just get away from me”, yea they used me being an adopted child as an insult, I have probably heard that from both of them at least three times.
Also, once when I was leaving for Destino Peru, I remember seeing all the other siblings drop off their older brothers and sisters that were coming with me, saying goodbyes and such. One of my siblings showing the sin of Sloth didn’t even bother to say goodbye. The other one, well ill give some points to actually coming along, but only because he got donuts after they dropped me off, only said “I hope you die in a plane crash”, that was the last thing he said to me before I left.
After that, when I came back from Peru, I had gotten them each a small little gift. One a Peruvian hat and another some Peruvian gloves, they both looked and them and said “what the hell do I need this for, never mind” and threw them back. The greatest thing about this all, I don’t care too much what they say to me, I have learned to emotionally block it out, so it is like a rock hitting a sponge and I absorb the blow. This isn’t the only time a gift has gone wrong.
The best part of all this, even though they treat me like this, I still am obliged to drive them to each of their girlfriends house, take them to the movies, skate park, drive their friends, whatever it is I am sucked into, and I don’t have much to do against it.
My brothers to my parents, I can only say that, they scream, they yell, they throw tantrums, throw things, back talk, talk badly to both of them, and don’t care about anything.
I have just noticed that this is why every day I come to school early and try to keep myself as busy as I can so I go home late and not have to listen to the bickering and insults. It must be my subconscious mind controlling me to stay away, even over the weekends I leave from around 8 in the morning and usually sometimes don’t come back till 2 in the morning, maybe spending about an hour at home, when the sun is out, and another 4 hours just sleeping. But most of the times I may be sleeping trying to block out the noise.
I have been told by a very special person to me that I should be more forgiving and forgetful. I guess I’m good at the forgiving part, after the fact that when one of my brothers insult me a few minutes later come ask to go get a treat at the market. But the forgetting part is hard to grasp.
To sum it all up, the way to deal with a troublesome problem, is just to tolerate it. Even though it is hard to do, that is what I follow, even though I believe in a world where you do something I disapprove of, I will focus all my power and smash it upon you to make sure you never do it again. I have forgotten the word for this; I learned it in Mr. Tessen’s Class. But anyways I’m going to go sleep now.
Byeee ^^
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Things Not to do on a Mtb
Things not to do when you are mountain biking
Number one, and this applies to plain biking in general, never squeeze the front handle break by itself unless you are going uphill. You will perform what bikers call "ass-over-tea kettle". The way it happens is when you squeeze the front handle break really hard, and with the law of gravity and physics all working against you, the forward motion of the wheel suddenly coming to a stop will cause the rear part of you and your bike to roll over itself. As you start to come up over your handle bars there is a brief moment you have where you think to yourself.. "Dear lord, this is going to hurt." Then there is that moment of darkness after you hit the ground, your eyes are closed, you feel a little bit of pain, and your brain goes through its own kind of system check (Arms? check, legs? check, Head able to move? check, open eyes slowly.. Check). Once your eyes are open you slowly look around and then slowly start to move any of your other limbs to see if they are not broken. Then the next thing to go through your mind, if you are a normal person, is what is the condition of your bike. I have heard countless stories of people getting into horrible accidents and the first thing to cross their mind is their bike, they have no worry about their physical being what so ever.
Number two, if there is moss, grease, ice, or anything resembling a slippery surface. TRY TO AVOID IT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE! I cannot stress enough on how important it is to stay away from slippery surfaces. My father had a really bad accident one day, when his bike slipped out from under him and he broke his collar bone, fractured his arm or something and then had a really bad bruise on his pelvis. He had like a belt of purple around his waist, which was perfectly straight, it was abnormal...
Monday, August 23, 2010
Rainy Days
Days where it pours cats and dogs from the sky, and all the little kids with they were lemon drops and gum drops. To days where its like an oven, and kids on on the side walk selling lemonade, oh what a wonderful world.
To me, all days are wonderful, weather they be sunny or rainy, its all good to me. I enjoy the soothing sound of the falling rain upon the roof, and also when I go out side, the feeling of the cold droplets on my face. Its all so relaxing. It makes me feel as though im in a cool dark cave just content on the simplicity of life, and I can enjoy my slumber. Then there are those times where I get excited, when lighting and thunder roar across the valley where I live. The bright flashes grab my attention and then I listen intently as I wait to hear the roar of the booming thunder. As the rain pours harder, everything gets mixed up in the orchestra of lightning, thunder and rain. My parents use to say the angels are bolwing with god, and he just got a strike. But that was long ago when I was little and use to be afraid of the thunder. Now that I am older, I enjoy it all of it. Not only because of the cool darkness it provides but also the bleak grey scenery that comes with it. Its like a veil over the land scape, knowing its there but you cant see it.
Then there are those days where its bright and sunny. Those days I love, besides the blistering heat, its almost magical. The great blue sky over head seems to spead endlessly over head. Although, does it span forever? nah I dont think so, because after all the earth is round right. But thats not all, the different shades of the blue sky are just amazing! When I was in the States, I could look up and see nothing but clear blue skies all around me. Since the state of Iowa is so flat, it is just in interupted sky all around, though there are not that many interesting portraits to take a picture of the sky with (mountain or some other kind of background). The best kind of clear sunny day is one with a nice cool breeze to keep everything bright and cool. There is nothing better than a walk on the beach with a cool cross breeze and the sun over head. Since it is a clear day, that means a clear sunset. The best time to try and see the rare Green Flash. But if I really had to choose the best kind of sunset would be when its a clear horizon and there are just a few clouds over head, that way you can see the different colours and shades the sun gives off as it reflects it self off the water up onto the coulds. From orange, to sometimes even a purple, its really great to be able to see one.
To me, all days are wonderful, weather they be sunny or rainy, its all good to me. I enjoy the soothing sound of the falling rain upon the roof, and also when I go out side, the feeling of the cold droplets on my face. Its all so relaxing. It makes me feel as though im in a cool dark cave just content on the simplicity of life, and I can enjoy my slumber. Then there are those times where I get excited, when lighting and thunder roar across the valley where I live. The bright flashes grab my attention and then I listen intently as I wait to hear the roar of the booming thunder. As the rain pours harder, everything gets mixed up in the orchestra of lightning, thunder and rain. My parents use to say the angels are bolwing with god, and he just got a strike. But that was long ago when I was little and use to be afraid of the thunder. Now that I am older, I enjoy it all of it. Not only because of the cool darkness it provides but also the bleak grey scenery that comes with it. Its like a veil over the land scape, knowing its there but you cant see it.
Then there are those days where its bright and sunny. Those days I love, besides the blistering heat, its almost magical. The great blue sky over head seems to spead endlessly over head. Although, does it span forever? nah I dont think so, because after all the earth is round right. But thats not all, the different shades of the blue sky are just amazing! When I was in the States, I could look up and see nothing but clear blue skies all around me. Since the state of Iowa is so flat, it is just in interupted sky all around, though there are not that many interesting portraits to take a picture of the sky with (mountain or some other kind of background). The best kind of clear sunny day is one with a nice cool breeze to keep everything bright and cool. There is nothing better than a walk on the beach with a cool cross breeze and the sun over head. Since it is a clear day, that means a clear sunset. The best time to try and see the rare Green Flash. But if I really had to choose the best kind of sunset would be when its a clear horizon and there are just a few clouds over head, that way you can see the different colours and shades the sun gives off as it reflects it self off the water up onto the coulds. From orange, to sometimes even a purple, its really great to be able to see one.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Part two of my day at school
As I have left off from my previous (previous) Blog I was talking about my day at school. I left off at around the start of Break, our break is usually 15 minutes long. During that time, if you have not done your homework, you can do that, or you can just hang out in Mr. Tessen's or Mr. Lee's room till it is time to go to your next class. After break, depending on what day it is, we have either Mr. Tessen or Ms. Peterson. Mr.Tessen's class is always a class I like, because he is a fun teacher and I am used to his teaching style. Hes always entertaining to listen to and very easy to get along with. I have always tried to strive in his classes. Mr.Tessen and Mr.Lee are my top two classes I look forward to everyday.
On the other days we have Ms.Peterson, or as we call her Ms.P or Kim/Kimberly/ Kimi. We all love our teachers evenly, although some more than others depending on the student, but we try to be equal. During Ms.P's class we learn Chemistry, and I enjoy it, but if I am tired, and she is giving a lecture with a power point wth the lights off. I cant help but put my head down and doze off for two minutes. It is funny when I doze off during some classes, I hear everything and everyone around me, but its very dark and peaceful.
After that period, we will either Have Ms.Nancy or Ms. Jang, I first have to announce I have kown Ms.Jang for almost 6 years now, maybe even more, but I have been her student for a very long time now.
Ms. Nancy would probably be the one I'm most interested in because it is art, and I love art and working with pen, pencil, and colours. This semester we are working with sculpting, I will be sculpting a Henry Moore sculpture. Henry Moore is a very famous abstract sculptor. The art piece i have chosen is very challenging, and I will be forced to make it in two parts. First, the inside of the piece and then the outside.
Ms. Jang, I have been with her a very long time, and she is my long time Chinese teacher and Music Teacher. I have learned a great deal from her, but it took some of my chinese classmates to help me put those words to use.
On the other days we have Ms.Peterson, or as we call her Ms.P or Kim/Kimberly/ Kimi. We all love our teachers evenly, although some more than others depending on the student, but we try to be equal. During Ms.P's class we learn Chemistry, and I enjoy it, but if I am tired, and she is giving a lecture with a power point wth the lights off. I cant help but put my head down and doze off for two minutes. It is funny when I doze off during some classes, I hear everything and everyone around me, but its very dark and peaceful.
After that period, we will either Have Ms.Nancy or Ms. Jang, I first have to announce I have kown Ms.Jang for almost 6 years now, maybe even more, but I have been her student for a very long time now.
Ms. Nancy would probably be the one I'm most interested in because it is art, and I love art and working with pen, pencil, and colours. This semester we are working with sculpting, I will be sculpting a Henry Moore sculpture. Henry Moore is a very famous abstract sculptor. The art piece i have chosen is very challenging, and I will be forced to make it in two parts. First, the inside of the piece and then the outside.
Ms. Jang, I have been with her a very long time, and she is my long time Chinese teacher and Music Teacher. I have learned a great deal from her, but it took some of my chinese classmates to help me put those words to use.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Byes
Ok as you may have known we have just lost one of our good long time friends the Berrys. Here I am to talk about thier departure and we are going to miss them dearly. It all started out in the third grade, There I was finish my math work for Mr. London, who was the teacher with the big black jeans and gave third graders 8th grade math... As I was saying, I was finishing my work and then in comes this white kid. I was excited to actualy have another white person in my class! HAHA! I know kinda weird, but thats how it was. Right when he walked in I went straight up to him and introduced myself, yea, back then I was kind of a square... But from that moment on we were best friends. I was his first friend and best friend when he first came to this isalnd, an we have been through alot. From third grade one we played around and normal kid stuff, and finished Mr London's horrible math sessions.
In fourth Grade we had Paige Rahman, who was a vey kind teacher. Chris and I always tried to make these Castles in her class and shoot them apart, ahh those were good times... We aslo had to do these reading checks, He and I would try to compete to see who would read to most and get the higher score, although I have forgotten who won in the end. haha. Chris would always amaze Mrs. Rahman with hi knowledge on cars and WWII. even at such a young age. That year went on without a hitch.
In fifth grade we had Gene Chigaris, She was probly the most fun teacher I had in grade school. She took us on Hikes every month, Chris and I were usualy partners in hiking down to Forbidden or some other adventerous place, and it was alot of fun, memories I wont forget. Once I tried to show him how strong the wind was out on Forbidden and I threw a stick off a cliff, as it floated up by the force of the wind it came screamin back at us and almost hit us on its way back.Those were good times... good times
In Sixth grade, we had two teachers. Ms. Pitts and another teacher whos name I cannot recall at the moment, but I remember them both being some what fun. In the sense that alot of my other best friends would laugh for alot of the time. One instant would be when Chris would start laughing then it spread to my other best friend Richard, then Kevin, Jimmy, and Finally Tim Robago. The teacher would go "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!" and Tim would try to explain why he was laughin by trying to explain himself as he was laughing "Im laughing because of Jimmy's laugh and him laughing at Kevin's laugh, and Kevin laughed because of Richard, and Richard laughed because of Chris who just laughed out of the blue."
Those were hilarious moments. Just Crazy.
From Seventh through Freshman year was alll fun and games, Having movie parties at my house, going go karting, paintball wars, TRAVELING TO PERU during the summer! Being Roomies. JUST AWESOME! I will never forget those great times we had. I remember being Peru and Chris being the "White boy" he is doesnt know how to fold clothes... so I had to go through ALL HIS CLOTHES and fold every one of them neatly into his suitcase... yuck.. but atleast it was clean...
Though Sadly in Sophomore year, Chris Berry the white boy moved to Southern, I hear he has a good rep over there so atleast he was good off there, thank god. But even though we were in seperate schools we still had parties and had fun.
Then comes the dreaded Junior year when he moves to Virginia... I am going to miss him alot.. him and his.. Whiteness HAHA!
With his last days here we Partied hard for two days and on his last BBQ party day we stayed out till 11 oclock just strollin through saipan and having a blast! Along with Amber, Nathan, Anna Rose, Stacy, and last but not least his awesome brother Bo!.
We after 11:30 we went home and waited till 3 which was when his flight was going to leave, we planned on going down and sayin our very last goodbyes..
as time came around it was three in the morning I was almost dead tired, but I pulled through and we picked up Amber from her house, and drove down to the Airport where we said our Very last goodbyes and just talked and joked around till it was time for them to board.. Mrs. Berry was on the verge of tears as she saw all of there, her words were that "we were such Dedicated friends, and she is going to miss all of us". Gave everyone hugs and then watched them as they walked up through the doors to Secruity. Thats the last I have seen of them, and I hope next Summer to go and visit them in VIRGINIA :)!
Peace
In fourth Grade we had Paige Rahman, who was a vey kind teacher. Chris and I always tried to make these Castles in her class and shoot them apart, ahh those were good times... We aslo had to do these reading checks, He and I would try to compete to see who would read to most and get the higher score, although I have forgotten who won in the end. haha. Chris would always amaze Mrs. Rahman with hi knowledge on cars and WWII. even at such a young age. That year went on without a hitch.
In fifth grade we had Gene Chigaris, She was probly the most fun teacher I had in grade school. She took us on Hikes every month, Chris and I were usualy partners in hiking down to Forbidden or some other adventerous place, and it was alot of fun, memories I wont forget. Once I tried to show him how strong the wind was out on Forbidden and I threw a stick off a cliff, as it floated up by the force of the wind it came screamin back at us and almost hit us on its way back.Those were good times... good times
In Sixth grade, we had two teachers. Ms. Pitts and another teacher whos name I cannot recall at the moment, but I remember them both being some what fun. In the sense that alot of my other best friends would laugh for alot of the time. One instant would be when Chris would start laughing then it spread to my other best friend Richard, then Kevin, Jimmy, and Finally Tim Robago. The teacher would go "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!" and Tim would try to explain why he was laughin by trying to explain himself as he was laughing "Im laughing because of Jimmy's laugh and him laughing at Kevin's laugh, and Kevin laughed because of Richard, and Richard laughed because of Chris who just laughed out of the blue."
Those were hilarious moments. Just Crazy.
From Seventh through Freshman year was alll fun and games, Having movie parties at my house, going go karting, paintball wars, TRAVELING TO PERU during the summer! Being Roomies. JUST AWESOME! I will never forget those great times we had. I remember being Peru and Chris being the "White boy" he is doesnt know how to fold clothes... so I had to go through ALL HIS CLOTHES and fold every one of them neatly into his suitcase... yuck.. but atleast it was clean...
Though Sadly in Sophomore year, Chris Berry the white boy moved to Southern, I hear he has a good rep over there so atleast he was good off there, thank god. But even though we were in seperate schools we still had parties and had fun.
Then comes the dreaded Junior year when he moves to Virginia... I am going to miss him alot.. him and his.. Whiteness HAHA!
With his last days here we Partied hard for two days and on his last BBQ party day we stayed out till 11 oclock just strollin through saipan and having a blast! Along with Amber, Nathan, Anna Rose, Stacy, and last but not least his awesome brother Bo!.
We after 11:30 we went home and waited till 3 which was when his flight was going to leave, we planned on going down and sayin our very last goodbyes..
as time came around it was three in the morning I was almost dead tired, but I pulled through and we picked up Amber from her house, and drove down to the Airport where we said our Very last goodbyes and just talked and joked around till it was time for them to board.. Mrs. Berry was on the verge of tears as she saw all of there, her words were that "we were such Dedicated friends, and she is going to miss all of us". Gave everyone hugs and then watched them as they walked up through the doors to Secruity. Thats the last I have seen of them, and I hope next Summer to go and visit them in VIRGINIA :)!
Peace
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Blog entry #2
As my second blog entry I am going to write about the 10%. My day starts off in the morning at 5:00- 5:15. I get up slowly and slowly make my way to the shower where I wash my self awake. The next thing I do is brush my teeth, get my clothes and put them on. By this time it is around 5:40- 5:45, yes I do take my time, and I go down stairs, pack all of my belongings and read for a little while. I try to leave my house at around 6:45 now days, for I no longer have to wait for my brothers anymore. I dont see anyone when I wake up in the morning, my mom leaves a bit earlier than I do and my father usualy working out. So I just leave in the morning...
I get in my car, plug in my ipod and then start the engine and begin my ride to school. When ever I drive I perfer to listen to music, and I listen to all kinds of music. A word to describe the music on my Ipod would be universal, I have music from all different nationailities and genres from Country to Techno. I am kind of the person who is moved by certain music, but some times thats not the case.
On average it takes me about 11- 18 mins to get to school, depending on the ammount of in- experienced drivers on the roads, lights, and traffic in the construction areas. As I pull into school I take my usual parking space in the field, turn off my car, unplug my ipod, grab my things and start my walk to the SIS campus. On my way to the High School I usualy say "Hi" or "Goodmorning" to the little kids, older adults, teachers, and other people who just so happen to cross my path. Usualy I see, Andrea, Adel, Palai, some of the other small kids in thier class and some parents walking thier children to Kindergarden or Pre- school. It brings me back to the time when I was that age and I would walk down that hall to my class room, but unusaly I dont remember a single upper classman from those times. It was like I always walked straight, with my eyes set on my classroom door.
Once I get to the Highschool, I walk down the long dark hall way till I reach Mr. Lee's room. Then I open the door and walk into the bright cool classroom and take my usual seat. Every morning I like to say "Goodmorning" to Mr.Lee who ususaly replies with a simple smile and "hello" back. If I am early that day, I would go back out and wander around the dark hall way or go into Mr. Tessen's room and speak with him and tell him how hungry I am, because I dont ever eat breakfast. But, once the clock reaches 7:40 I walk back to Mr. Lee's room, get my lunch ticket and mark my name down for lunch.
When the clock hits 7:45 Mr. Lee then gathers all the tickets and has someone run them to Ms. Julie who then send it over to PSS so we can have lunch later on. Then, class begins, I usualy enjoy it when Mr. Lee starts off with a philisphical quote of some sort. I enjoy his Philisopical moments during class, it takes things to a different level of thinking in a way, although i dont have the right word for it, its interesting. But for our First two periods, everyday, they are with Mr. Lee, Either Ap Language or Pre- Calculus.
This is how the first part of my usual morning goes, and how I go physicaly through the day.
and this ends today's blog
Peace-
I get in my car, plug in my ipod and then start the engine and begin my ride to school. When ever I drive I perfer to listen to music, and I listen to all kinds of music. A word to describe the music on my Ipod would be universal, I have music from all different nationailities and genres from Country to Techno. I am kind of the person who is moved by certain music, but some times thats not the case.
On average it takes me about 11- 18 mins to get to school, depending on the ammount of in- experienced drivers on the roads, lights, and traffic in the construction areas. As I pull into school I take my usual parking space in the field, turn off my car, unplug my ipod, grab my things and start my walk to the SIS campus. On my way to the High School I usualy say "Hi" or "Goodmorning" to the little kids, older adults, teachers, and other people who just so happen to cross my path. Usualy I see, Andrea, Adel, Palai, some of the other small kids in thier class and some parents walking thier children to Kindergarden or Pre- school. It brings me back to the time when I was that age and I would walk down that hall to my class room, but unusaly I dont remember a single upper classman from those times. It was like I always walked straight, with my eyes set on my classroom door.
Once I get to the Highschool, I walk down the long dark hall way till I reach Mr. Lee's room. Then I open the door and walk into the bright cool classroom and take my usual seat. Every morning I like to say "Goodmorning" to Mr.Lee who ususaly replies with a simple smile and "hello" back. If I am early that day, I would go back out and wander around the dark hall way or go into Mr. Tessen's room and speak with him and tell him how hungry I am, because I dont ever eat breakfast. But, once the clock reaches 7:40 I walk back to Mr. Lee's room, get my lunch ticket and mark my name down for lunch.
When the clock hits 7:45 Mr. Lee then gathers all the tickets and has someone run them to Ms. Julie who then send it over to PSS so we can have lunch later on. Then, class begins, I usualy enjoy it when Mr. Lee starts off with a philisphical quote of some sort. I enjoy his Philisopical moments during class, it takes things to a different level of thinking in a way, although i dont have the right word for it, its interesting. But for our First two periods, everyday, they are with Mr. Lee, Either Ap Language or Pre- Calculus.
This is how the first part of my usual morning goes, and how I go physicaly through the day.
and this ends today's blog
Peace-
Sunday, August 8, 2010
My First Blog
For my first blog i am going to write about my time in Iowa on Ragbrai. Ragbrai is a seven day bike ride across the state of Iowa, it is not a race, and each day there is a fixed amount of miles that you are suppose to cover by night fall. Everyone meets at the City that is chosen to hold the Ragbrai riders for the night. It is a wonderful experience and ALOT of fun.
First, you start out in the morning, either being the early rising racers or the late leisure riders, and you start your course for the designated city. On your way you stop off at small little towns on the way, and each one holds a huge party just for the Ragbrai riders. All of which, sell everything from drinks, refreshments, and beer. To brand new bycicles and other accesories.
Being a first timer there, I didnt know what to expect, but this was beyond words. everyone around you is all having fun and just very friendly. There are some people who ride annualy and they have thier very own teams, such as Team Flamigo, they dress up all in Pink and they look just hilarious. Then there are the few people who ride with just a speedo on, which was my misfortune to have seen... There are Many other different teams, but there is far too many to name, and each of them have thier very own outfits they like to wear.
On my ride there were alot of interesting people. Some of which, were wearing thongs on the out side of thier bike shorts, but the most interesting people were probably team Road Booty. They were two sisters, that looked to be in thier early 30s' and they worse short skirts and a shirt that showed thier stomachs. It wasnt the most pleasant sight for me, but alot of the other men loved them, and they WERE a very interesting pair. For example, one of the girls was talking to a bigger man and they seemed to be laughing a whole lot and I had just so happened to look over. As they continued thier, laughing the girl then turned around and lifted her skirt up right infront of the man, luckily she had on bike shorts with a thong over it (THANK GOD). The man then contiuned in a half drunked state to pull his pants down and full on mooned the girl. Another TG moment, he was turned around... But even for being skimpy women, they were good riders on the flats, we burned it up the last leg to Iowa City, the chosen city for the night, and we arrived there and i had the blessing to be able to stay at The Isle Casino and hotel. My dad and I had a great room, we got all showered up and got ready to go to the Beatles look alike concert later on (the shower was HEAVEN!). But as we arrived at the concert we found out the no persons under 21 were allowed in, because there was alcohol and they didnt want to expose minors to it.... this part SUCKS because i really wanted to get up and see them, they sounded soo much like the beatles.
But, to sum it all up, it was a great day. ALOT of fun, and it was a great experience. To top it all off i got a great night sleep and was not sore in the morning. Another good thing i loved hearing was listening to the people complain about the tiny hills they had there and how much of a challenge it was for them, BAHA! they were not really hills they were just like mere bumps in the road in my eyes.
Well this concludes my First Blog and thank you for reading
Andy-
First, you start out in the morning, either being the early rising racers or the late leisure riders, and you start your course for the designated city. On your way you stop off at small little towns on the way, and each one holds a huge party just for the Ragbrai riders. All of which, sell everything from drinks, refreshments, and beer. To brand new bycicles and other accesories.
Being a first timer there, I didnt know what to expect, but this was beyond words. everyone around you is all having fun and just very friendly. There are some people who ride annualy and they have thier very own teams, such as Team Flamigo, they dress up all in Pink and they look just hilarious. Then there are the few people who ride with just a speedo on, which was my misfortune to have seen... There are Many other different teams, but there is far too many to name, and each of them have thier very own outfits they like to wear.
On my ride there were alot of interesting people. Some of which, were wearing thongs on the out side of thier bike shorts, but the most interesting people were probably team Road Booty. They were two sisters, that looked to be in thier early 30s' and they worse short skirts and a shirt that showed thier stomachs. It wasnt the most pleasant sight for me, but alot of the other men loved them, and they WERE a very interesting pair. For example, one of the girls was talking to a bigger man and they seemed to be laughing a whole lot and I had just so happened to look over. As they continued thier, laughing the girl then turned around and lifted her skirt up right infront of the man, luckily she had on bike shorts with a thong over it (THANK GOD). The man then contiuned in a half drunked state to pull his pants down and full on mooned the girl. Another TG moment, he was turned around... But even for being skimpy women, they were good riders on the flats, we burned it up the last leg to Iowa City, the chosen city for the night, and we arrived there and i had the blessing to be able to stay at The Isle Casino and hotel. My dad and I had a great room, we got all showered up and got ready to go to the Beatles look alike concert later on (the shower was HEAVEN!). But as we arrived at the concert we found out the no persons under 21 were allowed in, because there was alcohol and they didnt want to expose minors to it.... this part SUCKS because i really wanted to get up and see them, they sounded soo much like the beatles.
But, to sum it all up, it was a great day. ALOT of fun, and it was a great experience. To top it all off i got a great night sleep and was not sore in the morning. Another good thing i loved hearing was listening to the people complain about the tiny hills they had there and how much of a challenge it was for them, BAHA! they were not really hills they were just like mere bumps in the road in my eyes.
Well this concludes my First Blog and thank you for reading
Andy-
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