this stuff's legal. legit.

So what exactly is it called when a voice wails like an instrument? If a song was something we could drink down, "Don't Worry," is wonderment in a ceramic mug, held by both hands in a climate-controlled room. While some would blame low-quality equipment for its vocals, others see its obscurity as something intentional. Vocals of Mahina-- female sibling, word wizard, and youngest of the Guilao clan-- betrays a soft earnestness; each carried note delivering like a plea of reason. Andrew, middle child, responsible for the band's melody and harmony, weilds his guitar and harmonica with a solemness we've come to expect from the musical genius. His drumming is timed in at such perfect timing, leaving you in an array of raw sound. Proving successful in acheiving perfect harmony, Mahina and Andrew give proof of complex simplicity-- an oxymoron for the ears, and enjoyable down to the last sip.

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As if intended to console, the heartwrenchingly guileless "Capricious, Yellow, Clear Now," showed itself other than capricious with eloquent symmetry. A first-time listener would think this were just another smile-time ballad, but a true listen to its words and intent shows a level of pain and honesty in change and separation. Followed up by an enjoyable array of true-to-life recordings of these sibling's lives, the band is able to show themselves real without losing their coherence. A true fan and friend will be able to sigh and smile at its warm familiarity. If it were a color, it would indeed be Yellow, but only as a sun-rise. And all things are indeed Clear Now, but only to those able to relate.

Sandra Bungcayao
freelance writer
(JK, SMILEZ)

12.30.07

presence makes the heart grow fonder.

lahv.

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. it takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, bcause once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

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They answered, "Why be scared of a hat?"

My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. Then I drew the inside of the boa constrictor so the grown-ups could understand. they always need explanations. My drawing Number Two looked like this:

a thousand thank-you's for everything,
be it tangible gifts or your amazing offspring.

while most

will not,

or could not,

understand--

charlyne yi exhales pure art and genius,

and even gets to kiss michael cera.

it's insane how amazing she is. GAH!

E> VN.

a sacrifice is not a sacrifice,
unless it's a sacrifice.

i wish this worked via osmosis, but what the mind absorbs is only equal to the effort your heart is willing to give. it's been realized that the recycle bin in my head is programmed to automatically empty the things proved infrequently used. there are sadly just some things in this world that i can not fake, VN and vain effort included.

Something I'd like to share however, is an idiom we learned, including a nice segue that can be used for the ministry.

"Ngơừi VN thơừng nòi,
'Uống nước...nhớ nguôn,
An trái cây...nhớ kẻ trồng cây'.
Chung tôi muốn giúp mọi người nhờ đến Ong Trơi"

Translation:

"Vietnamese People say,
'Drink Water, remember the source.
Eat Fruit, remember the person who planted the tree.'
We want to help people to remember their Creator"

The import is to
remember, remember, remember--
nhờ, nhờ, nhờ.

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pictures of the class/group and instructor to come . . .

Impossible is the Opposite Of Possible

"Take it to the limit. Meet the extreme. You have to knock them
dead. Deal yourself a full house. If you wanna dance then DANCE--
but do it with passion. All bets are off. Foot on the floor.
This is GO-time, and this is the final quarter. Just be yourself, as long
as that means that you are a successful person. And if being yourself
means that you are a loser, then.. watching this tape has been a waste of time
for you cause...there's nothing I that can say that will make your life any
better."

"OH HEY WHATS UP": Installment 1

OH HEY WHAT'S UP, IM MICHAEL CERA. OH YEAH UM WAS BORN IN 1988, AND AM UNCONVENTIONALLY GOOD-LOOKING. YEAH. K.
anyway, i love this guy. i guess i have an often-spoken-of affinity towards those with certain unassuming and understated qualities. i really really really want a boyfriend. i would say i was kidding, but im not. i also wish i were ready and were good for marrying. im not kidding. im soo not kidding.

dkajw'edkw

so yeah, there are these 2 "HOMELESS" people that hang out around the pearlridge area. i call them the "fake homeless couple," which really isn't clever, but it's most accurate. before today, the last i saw them was inside and around down to earth. that's total crap, if you axe me. if you're axeing me, youve gotta be something extra special to shop there. i mean, youve surely got some special standards to be dropping a good amount of money on all that amazing stuff. as for me, i can afford about a pound of granola every 3 months, which is the exact reason why i've begun sneaking handfuls from janelle's stash. JAYKAY! anyway, today i see the man of the fake homeless couple with his usual sign (probably written on a piece of cardboard he ripped off from the box of his new plasma TV), and what do i see next to his nice back-pack? a cinnabon box. that got me heated cause im all, maaan i cant even afford a 5 dollar box of moist and gooey goodness.

so that was today's rant cause yeah, i once saw the same fake homeless couple with those poles with the net at the end, supposedly raising money for something. maaaan.

and now, the brag of the day has to do with my success in riding and driving a quad. thanks to edmond, aka maui, bka the best teach ever, i got up to third gear! third gear! this is a big deal, guys. i didnt bring my camera to the pineapple field, but the view was breathtaking, and the experience remains unmatched.


but here are some pictures of the other guys getting all reaaady while we lean on the trucks acting like we're doing something.

MY HELMEEEETTTT.


My Pickle.


DIRT SHOES, YOU HAVE NO IDEAAA.

My Teeth.

My Friends.

Turbo-Jan/Jan-Soon.

My Pakistani.

2 Posts in 1 Day?

FOR SHAME!

2 Comics in 1 Day, just plain inspired and novice photoshop obsessed.

And whiiile I realize that this joke has been done by every internet-comic out there, I guess this is my individual take on it. I also understand that this doesn't make me a comic.

The mentioned dates are a severe approximation, and are no doubt a wrong one at that. I swear I still see this going on with the middle-school folk. DEEP SIGH. Those are probably just the years I continued to use the E-Rose, thought bluemountain E-Cards were BOMB, loved and utilized AIM-alarms, and custom sign-in/out music and tones. Ah, and when ICQ was IN, and MSN was just a Messenger, and there was nothing "LIVE" about it. I realize I am lame. HEY LET'S GO LISTEN TO UTADA HIKARU'S "FIRST LOVE" AND UPDATE OUR ASIANAVENUES AND XANGAS WITH OUR STATS AND SURVEYS OF "FIRSTS," "FAVS," AND PET PEEVES ;) <]:-P B-] @~}~~~~~~~~

Riddle Me This.

WHY IS EVERYONE IN REAL ESTATE?



inspired by a cousin Tyler.

images courtesy of www.toothjuice.net and steelberryclones.wordpress.com

"i don't know why paula dean talks that way, she's actually from
Massachusetts"

--Ted Allen