Life Rocks!: September 2008

Friday, September 26, 2008

Pulao Ubin

A beautiful island near singapore covered with forests, around a centrally located quarry area. This trip happened a long time back! Here's a video of all of us having lunch..

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Wall E!!

At the end of Phase I, this is what our custom Scrap Wall E looks like!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

A really lovely song, for reasons beyond explanation! ;)

Mere Khayalon Ki Malika

Mere Khayalon Ki Malika

Chaaron Taraf Teri Chhaiyyan Re

Thaam Le Aa Ke Bainyya

Chaaron Taraf Teri Chhaiyyan Re

Chhaiyyan...

Aayi, Phoolon Ke Ras Mein Naha Ke

Layi, Bheeni Si Khushboo Chura Ke

Teri Aankhon Mein Hai, Halka Sa Nasha

Tera Roop Meri, Nazron Mein Basa

Mere Khayalon Ki Malika ...

Jadoo, Chhaya Hai Tera Jadoo

Kaabu, Dil Pe Nahin Hai Kaabu

Sapnon Ki Pari, Itna To Bata

Rehti Hai Kahan, Tera Naam Hai Kya

Mere Khayalon Ki Malika ...

A Beautiful Poem... By Taylormali

He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won't I let you get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely
beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?

Life Rocks!