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Monday, February 11, 2008
In Light of Valentine's Day.
when love finds us, we are broken.
the world tells us we should be ready for it,
but truly the best kind of love is given to those who need it
to those who have never known love
to those who crave it
to those who have lost itto those who can’t find it
it is then when we find love
like a beacon shining through the fog
like a life raft in a storm
love keeps us afloat when we have grown weary
it keeps us safe from all our fearsall our nightmares
love gives us hope
and with that hope we can extend love to others
we become the beacon of hope
the lighthouse keeper
we look in the darkest shadows
for those who are screaming out in pain
for those who are reaching for a hand to hold
only to grab onto nothing but air
their temporary pleasures give them false hope,
like a mossy rock, they soon lose their grip and are left to fall
to fall back to where they started from
to fall into despairinto addiction
into the darkto fall into nothingness
we can reach out to grab themto catch them
but we can’t reach that far into the dark
too far where we can’t see
but even still, a hand reaches into the darkness and pulls out the ones who have fallen
He catches them right before they fall out of reach
but then again, everything is in His reach
nothing is out of His sight
they are pulled up out of the darkness, into the light
the blinding light
this light is love
His love.
I believe love is a journey. it is a task. Love can be presented to us, offered to us, but we have to maintain our part of the promise. love is something so powerful, so much more than the physical acts it is modernly defined as. so much more than the emotional acts we dream of. Love is like the ultimate prize, it's in His hands, sitting there waiting for us. It has always been waiting and will continue to wait. Forever, until we finally take action and lift up our hand to reach out and hold on to that promise that is ours to keep. The promise of His unconditional love
the world tells us we should be ready for it,
but truly the best kind of love is given to those who need it
to those who have never known love
to those who crave it
to those who have lost itto those who can’t find it
it is then when we find love
like a beacon shining through the fog
like a life raft in a storm
love keeps us afloat when we have grown weary
it keeps us safe from all our fearsall our nightmares
love gives us hope
and with that hope we can extend love to others
we become the beacon of hope
the lighthouse keeper
we look in the darkest shadows
for those who are screaming out in pain
for those who are reaching for a hand to hold
only to grab onto nothing but air
their temporary pleasures give them false hope,
like a mossy rock, they soon lose their grip and are left to fall
to fall back to where they started from
to fall into despairinto addiction
into the darkto fall into nothingness
we can reach out to grab themto catch them
but we can’t reach that far into the dark
too far where we can’t see
but even still, a hand reaches into the darkness and pulls out the ones who have fallen
He catches them right before they fall out of reach
but then again, everything is in His reach
nothing is out of His sight
they are pulled up out of the darkness, into the light
the blinding light
this light is love
His love.
I believe love is a journey. it is a task. Love can be presented to us, offered to us, but we have to maintain our part of the promise. love is something so powerful, so much more than the physical acts it is modernly defined as. so much more than the emotional acts we dream of. Love is like the ultimate prize, it's in His hands, sitting there waiting for us. It has always been waiting and will continue to wait. Forever, until we finally take action and lift up our hand to reach out and hold on to that promise that is ours to keep. The promise of His unconditional love
--April 6, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Forensical
Well, forensics is over. It's quite sad. It was such an amazing trip! I can't decide whether this or ITF was better....we had a really good group too! Which is so great! And it was crazily intensely fun!!! :D We all did really well, even if the judging was biased and didn't show that *rolls eyes*. We got first and second in Serious Duet Acting and first in Comic Duet Acting too. We meaning ASD. We should've placed more in Comic Duet Acting and in Serious Oral Interpretations. We got 3rd overall which is pretty stupid cause it was basically whoever had the most number of students got the better placing. *rolls eyes again* But it was really fun anyways! We know we all deserved more, Amman's just in denial. :P
So now I can return to normal life.
Well, nope. Not really. I stayed home sick today to catch up on sleep and work so I don't wear myself out before exams, which start tomorrow. I've got AP Lit and US History exams tomorrow then after those head straight to Al Shamal for the final, and my third practice, for the big Christmas Production on Friday and Saturday. Three showings each day. Then after that crazy hectic weekend, two more days of exams and thenn CHRISTMAS BREAK!!! We're going to Tanzania for Christmas, then heading back to Dubai in time for Desert Challenge and staying for New Year's, then heading back to Doha sometime in early January. I am so excited! I just wish I didn't have all these obstacles in the way.
I should probably be working on my Senior Seminar paper that's due at 3:30 today....eek.
Later.
So now I can return to normal life.
Well, nope. Not really. I stayed home sick today to catch up on sleep and work so I don't wear myself out before exams, which start tomorrow. I've got AP Lit and US History exams tomorrow then after those head straight to Al Shamal for the final, and my third practice, for the big Christmas Production on Friday and Saturday. Three showings each day. Then after that crazy hectic weekend, two more days of exams and thenn CHRISTMAS BREAK!!! We're going to Tanzania for Christmas, then heading back to Dubai in time for Desert Challenge and staying for New Year's, then heading back to Doha sometime in early January. I am so excited! I just wish I didn't have all these obstacles in the way.
I should probably be working on my Senior Seminar paper that's due at 3:30 today....eek.
Later.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Striking(v.) Chords(n. pl.)
That's pretty much all I've been doing lately.
Ignoring my homework to go plod through some amazingly unreachable Josh Groban chords. sigh. It's been amazing, working my way through February Song and Remember When It Rained, and even Relient K's Getting Into You at times.
Me loveth piano.
I haven't blogged anything for a while...I've actually been quite busy.
Let's see...I've got Antigone practices, Forensics practices, Theatre class practices, Solid Rock Christmas Production practices. . .it's insane. Forensics leaves on the 5th to go to Amman, and we're back on the 9th. I'm really really excited for it! It's gonna be sweet!! :) But I also do kinda want to get it over with....as fun as it is....IT TAKES UP SO MUCH TIME!! I swear, practically everyday I'm staying after school for one thing or another. Oh. Great. Yep. Forgot to turn in my math work. Jooooyy. Well...I probably should start studying for my philosophy test before I fall asleep on my mom's laptop. It has been known to happen on occasion.
Until we meet again...
Adieu, adieu.
Ignoring my homework to go plod through some amazingly unreachable Josh Groban chords. sigh. It's been amazing, working my way through February Song and Remember When It Rained, and even Relient K's Getting Into You at times.
Me loveth piano.
I haven't blogged anything for a while...I've actually been quite busy.
Let's see...I've got Antigone practices, Forensics practices, Theatre class practices, Solid Rock Christmas Production practices. . .it's insane. Forensics leaves on the 5th to go to Amman, and we're back on the 9th. I'm really really excited for it! It's gonna be sweet!! :) But I also do kinda want to get it over with....as fun as it is....IT TAKES UP SO MUCH TIME!! I swear, practically everyday I'm staying after school for one thing or another. Oh. Great. Yep. Forgot to turn in my math work. Jooooyy. Well...I probably should start studying for my philosophy test before I fall asleep on my mom's laptop. It has been known to happen on occasion.
Until we meet again...
Adieu, adieu.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Pick-up trucks.
Top 10 Worst Pick-Up Lines [taken from MSN.com]
1. “What’s your sign?”
laame.
2. “Pardon me, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?”
uh. no, you may not.
3. “You must be a broom because you’re sweeping me off my feet.”
i actually kinda liked this one :P
4. “Do you have a license? Because you’re driving me crazy.”
and this one sorta...cheesy but hey!
5. “I gotta thirst and baby, you look like my Gatorade.”
yeah..okay i don't want a guy drinking me thanks...=/
6. “Are you lost? Because heaven’s a long way from here.”
*rolls eyes*
7. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”
yeah...okay. no.
8. “Can I take your picture? I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas.”
ewww. creeepy!!!
9. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"
loll!
10. “Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”
reminds me of caylen :P
1. “What’s your sign?”
laame.
2. “Pardon me, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?”
uh. no, you may not.
3. “You must be a broom because you’re sweeping me off my feet.”
i actually kinda liked this one :P
4. “Do you have a license? Because you’re driving me crazy.”
and this one sorta...cheesy but hey!
5. “I gotta thirst and baby, you look like my Gatorade.”
yeah..okay i don't want a guy drinking me thanks...=/
6. “Are you lost? Because heaven’s a long way from here.”
*rolls eyes*
7. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”
yeah...okay. no.
8. “Can I take your picture? I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas.”
ewww. creeepy!!!
9. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"
loll!
10. “Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”
reminds me of caylen :P
Now some personal favorites!! =D
[originalls! cept the one in quotes]
[originalls! cept the one in quotes]
If you were on the McDonald's menu, I'd name you McBeautiful.
jon with an i's original.
jon with an i's original.
If you were on the McDonald's menu, I'd name you McHunky.
michelle's response to jon's
Are you all from Dubai? There must be something in the water there, cause you're all gorgeous!
gag me lizard face!! :)
"Do you happen to know how much a polar bear weighs?" ... "Well it's enough to break the ice!"
Wanna date?
I just got some from the madinat.
llol good times.
What's your number cucumber?
it's tomato.
*Looks at shirt tag* Yup, just what I thought...Made In Heaven.
ahhh goooooood times confusing nash with that one!! hahaha!!
Have you seen my beach ball? It's about this big, *flex arms downwards* and it went either this way *hercules flex left arm* or that way...*hercules flex right arm*
hehe
I once caught a fish this big...
auustinn!!! :)
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
A piece of AP Lit.
THE LIFEGUARD
James Dickey
In a stable of boats I lie still,
From all sleeping children hidden.
The leap of a fish from its shadow
Makes the whole lake instantly tremble.
With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go through the boats.
I set my broad sole upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from earth onto water
In quest of the miracle
This village of children believed
That I could perform as I dived
For one who had sunk from my sight.
I saw his cropped haircut go under.
I leapt, and my steep body flashed
Once, in the sun.
Dark drew all the light from my eyes.
Like a man who explored his death
By the pull of his slow-moving shoulders,
I hung head down in the cold,
Wide-eyed, contained, and alone
Among the weeds,
And my fingertips turned into stone
From clutching immovable blackness.
Time after time I leapt upward
Exploding in breath, and fell back
From the change in the children's faces
At my defeat.
Beneath them, I swam to the boathouse
With only my life in my arms
To wait for the lake to shine back
At the risen moon with such power
That my steps on the light of the ripples
Might be sustained.
Beneath me is nothing but brightness
Like the ghost of a snow field in summer.
As I move toward the center of the lake,
Which is also the center of the moon,
I am thinking of how I may be
The savior of one
Who has already died in my care.
The dark trees fade from around me.
The moon's dust hovers together.
I call softly out, and the child's
Voice answers, through blinding water.
Patiently, slowly,
He rises, dilating to break
The surface of stone with his foreheard.
He is one I do not remember
Having ever seen in his life.
The ground that I stand on is trembling
Upon his smile.
I wash the black mud from my hands.
On a light given off by the grave,
I kneel in the quick of the moon
At the heart of a distant forest
And hold in my arms a child
Of water, water, water.
James Dickey
In a stable of boats I lie still,
From all sleeping children hidden.
The leap of a fish from its shadow
Makes the whole lake instantly tremble.
With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go through the boats.
I set my broad sole upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from earth onto water
In quest of the miracle
This village of children believed
That I could perform as I dived
For one who had sunk from my sight.
I saw his cropped haircut go under.
I leapt, and my steep body flashed
Once, in the sun.
Dark drew all the light from my eyes.
Like a man who explored his death
By the pull of his slow-moving shoulders,
I hung head down in the cold,
Wide-eyed, contained, and alone
Among the weeds,
And my fingertips turned into stone
From clutching immovable blackness.
Time after time I leapt upward
Exploding in breath, and fell back
From the change in the children's faces
At my defeat.
Beneath them, I swam to the boathouse
With only my life in my arms
To wait for the lake to shine back
At the risen moon with such power
That my steps on the light of the ripples
Might be sustained.
Beneath me is nothing but brightness
Like the ghost of a snow field in summer.
As I move toward the center of the lake,
Which is also the center of the moon,
I am thinking of how I may be
The savior of one
Who has already died in my care.
The dark trees fade from around me.
The moon's dust hovers together.
I call softly out, and the child's
Voice answers, through blinding water.
Patiently, slowly,
He rises, dilating to break
The surface of stone with his foreheard.
He is one I do not remember
Having ever seen in his life.
The ground that I stand on is trembling
Upon his smile.
I wash the black mud from my hands.
On a light given off by the grave,
I kneel in the quick of the moon
At the heart of a distant forest
And hold in my arms a child
Of water, water, water.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
A New Kid's Guide to the Ways of the American School of Doha.
These are three essential things every new student to ASDoha should know.
[In other words, pretty much the only three things my brain retained from orientation day.]
[In other words, pretty much the only three things my brain retained from orientation day.]
* * *
1. You must never, under any circumstances, call the Dining Hall the "Cafeteria". The Cafeteria is reserved for the elementary school and the elementary school only. If you do slip however, some teacher will come whack you on the side of your head with a thick, dusty textbook.
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2. There is no such thing as water bottle machines on the campus of the American School of Doha. There are only water coolers. You are required to bring your own water bottle to fill up from said water coolers if you want to drink water during the day. That is because their theme this year is: "Go Green." Failure to do so will result in you finding yourself in the middle of the desert, parched, crawling on the floor with a coin in your hand, desperately searching for a water bottle machine.
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3. The room with the number 1408 in the Science Hall of the American School of Doha must never be entered. It is said that terrible things surrounded by fermaldehyde that look at you with their beady black eyes through glass jars haunt that room. If you happen to have a class there, I guess you must enter the room so you don't land yourself a detention for skipping class. If you do have to go through with that terrible task, I am truly sorry. I wish you luck. Just remember, if John Cusack could survive in a haunted hotel room with the same number of 1408, than you can too.
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And that, my fellow newcomers, are the three most essential things that you will need to know to survive this year at the American School of Doha.
Thank you, and Good Luck!
* * * disclaimers * * *
1. No teacher is going to come whack you on the side of your head with a thick, dusty textbook. So far the one teacher I've met at ASDoha has been very nice.
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2. Hmm...didn't really extend the truth much in that one...okay, I'm sure you could find a water fountain nearby, or a nice kid who'll give you a sip of their water. Or if you're really, really desperate, I guess you could drink straight from the spout. But that would be just gross. Not to mention the millions of cooties you would spread onto the next person who uses the water cooler. *shudder*
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3. Me? Biased? Because I hate science? Naaaaaawww!!
[There actually is a room with the number 1408 in the science hall though. And I haven't seen the movie, so I have no clue if John Cusack actually lives by the final credits or not. I assume he does though, how else would he tell the tale?]
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