tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58145093097937981392024-03-21T12:57:42.944+09:00cafe.hanaHanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-61550707706244143562008-10-29T18:40:00.005+09:002008-10-29T18:57:40.264+09:00Journals...I've selected two journals from my grade 5 students. Please note that they were assigned a free topic for homework.<br /><br /><br />Korea is about competition, competition, competition.<br /><br /><i>[BIG TEST]<br />We've taken all tests. I got 95%. Brian's mom is a congressman. Also my mom is too. My mom said just beat Brian. And I did. So I'm gonna have a new family. A cute puppy, Toipuddle. It's name will be "Maison." I will study harder in next big test, and have another family.</i><br /><br /><br /><br />Now this one is just sad. I thought that the young will bring about change in this discriminatory society...<br /><i><br />[Should dumb or learning disabled children be allowed to study in regular school?]</i><br /><i>These days, alot of people have some bad problems. Dumb or learning disabled children are one example of bad problems. Let's think about studying with dumb friends.<br />We know that we have to help them, but many problems would happen. When people who are dumb have a quarral, the teacher would punish regular students without condition. And then, they can't be joined with friends. Lately dumb get bullied. The most important problem is not receiving a suitable education. Everyone needs a suitable education. If we study with dumb friends, we can't learn many things, because the teacher will have to be concerned with only that kind of people. Therefore we can't get perfect information from teachers. The class in regular school is for regular students not for dumb kids, so the class there is not right for dumb students.</i><br /><br /><br /><br />To be fair, most of the students write wonderful, insightful journals. The funny thing is the two students who wrote these journals are actually best friends. Haha.Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-75172901746075964792008-10-26T06:30:00.002+09:002008-10-26T06:32:12.621+09:00Where did you come from??Thank you, little mosquito for whispering in my ear. It's 6:30 am on a Sunday morning and I'm up. I really was going to try to sleep in, you know. But, thank you!Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-36856742799865073112008-10-24T12:54:00.006+09:002008-10-24T13:04:40.821+09:00An Annoyance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74_-rcM0IShoq5sb6vcsNa1mzbN_TjIikO4M5wE0LM6kXyy1pw1zHzv_tgCmp_yhLdut6ZUnz-BJUPjssDGEpSencdSO9bLf1cYwHtTJ3yUOS64lklwCWmDu7E6Oe5P7hyphenhyphenIRayobqyp6T/s1600-h/sick.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74_-rcM0IShoq5sb6vcsNa1mzbN_TjIikO4M5wE0LM6kXyy1pw1zHzv_tgCmp_yhLdut6ZUnz-BJUPjssDGEpSencdSO9bLf1cYwHtTJ3yUOS64lklwCWmDu7E6Oe5P7hyphenhyphenIRayobqyp6T/s400/sick.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260565527847399858" /></a><br />Ugh. One thing I can't stand is people who catch a cold, go to work, makes scenes to make sure people know that they are sick, yet talk about how they stayed out until 3 in the morning the night prior. I mean, do they not have any sense of responsibility? Working in Asia does mean going into work no matter what. Got mono? Poor you! A fever? Here, take a tylenol. The runs? Hee hee, you can go to the bathroom anytime you like. Being sick with a cold is plain awful and being expected to go to work is just horrible. But since that's they way the work culture is here, don't you owe it to yourself and your colleagues to not go out and booze it up (or at least, talk about it all morning)? Come on, people!Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-68488449976078019522008-10-22T10:09:00.002+09:002008-10-22T10:10:40.828+09:00Ahoohoo!<embed FlashVars='videoId=188638' src='http://www.thedailyshow.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'></embed>Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-31402913349150860292008-10-21T10:36:00.004+09:002008-10-21T11:07:48.906+09:00Want to watch...<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.sonyclassics.com/synecdocheny/site/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259415948315652722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnCg1uusCLW3N-zG_fKPXeWEZimqqmnAvTtf4_XDjS15guaXxHpBArQqFEnvLDqYSkKoBVOnL4YY5FFaN1FC5d-M0wn66sEcgH_vzLJm6FxomfEjzjw4F1JWwXxBNuVzXb2OhibNjjQVO/s400/Synecdoche-NY-cannes-03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Synecdoche, New York</strong> directed by Charlie Kaufman - <em>Theater director Caden Cotard's life in Schenectady, New York is looking bleak. His wife Adele has left him to pursue her painting in Berlin, taking their young daughter Olive with her. A new relationship with the alluringly candid Hazel has prematurely run aground. And a mysterious condition is systematically shutting down each of his body's autonomic functions. Worried about the transience of his life, he moves his theater company to a warehouse in New York City. He directs them in a celebration of the mundane, instructing each to live out their constructed lives in a growing mockup of the city outside.<br /></em><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6IVgqlV6ifWygQa14ATMsYyA2oPItTVDMLN5dt91GmT1j_AbZRZArV_PzzDr2wpxUoSf33EMi5nyVYb8yHVSfOPe3FwOTiFJFZtJHn1NLVURFoglS0ODGLksemjvbDSF1wZMHFTu6lJt1/s1600-h/Synecdoche-NY-cannes-03.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/301778988" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1861218763&playerId=301778988&viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&domain=embed&autoStart=false&" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="510" height="610" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed><strong>Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father</strong> by Kurt Kuenne - <em>Began as an attempt to present Zachary with a means of getting to know Andrew Bagby -- his murdered father. Tragically, prior to the film's completion Zachary himself was killed by his mother Shirley Turner. The film chronicles Andrew Bagby's life, the murder of Zachary and the struggle of Zachary's grandparentsto change the system that allowed such a tragedy to happen.</em>Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-85551210048781184912008-10-16T16:07:00.006+09:002008-10-17T13:51:13.848+09:00Hungry?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSUVOBWJO56xm0HafT4f2cWMegDnmtjj-v3lyuayRtJoXyW1laasiAetyUxMr8WHTPQs72aVENAReazaFr5Xt6vwC1LiDfpsjrLi6-hkZyL2ljmAHitIhDn0v5PvQ-bKo7f47A1oFIS1Y/s1600-h/lutherburger.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257644955096022946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSUVOBWJO56xm0HafT4f2cWMegDnmtjj-v3lyuayRtJoXyW1laasiAetyUxMr8WHTPQs72aVENAReazaFr5Xt6vwC1LiDfpsjrLi6-hkZyL2ljmAHitIhDn0v5PvQ-bKo7f47A1oFIS1Y/s320/lutherburger.jpg" border="0" /></a> Try the Luther Burger! A bacon cheesburger with Krispy Kreme doughnuts as buns!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.snopes.com/food/origins/luther.asp">http://www.snopes.com/food/origins/luther.asp</a>Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-72273676124290045452008-10-16T07:36:00.003+09:002008-10-17T13:49:41.089+09:00But I don't feel like death...<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">thanks to....</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257513438924379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbPG8lgSvF-h3gNyY_uULXQs7L3Y7qzAP6GFgHSMFqyHnMX5Og8eOOoKd6woM4o7k0jgINGLWJSPgptuJUYiB8alYnqSsrWKz5CoFtsNWFmZ94mZ23AKitcLwuc5Y5QpO1pdoaM4k-Evs/s320/morning.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Morning Care!<br /></p>Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-33422382564772743702008-10-16T06:37:00.005+09:002008-10-17T13:50:06.914+09:00I look like death...Drinking soju on a weekday...never again......<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257498500556385202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTco8KoukfyUAsBz29TJKOlzcpUcFVq8tGLD_BwykidYtlt7dp-Mz4b7utudAZaqRtBETl8lr1QVEBfNe5AzoEKImTvfq1hU-jSs9xWfq64fzs_wBnFUWtP7e-RiQfZgtq1YKecTwYmtB1/s320/soju.jpg" border="0" />Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-71843505428473001642008-10-15T18:02:00.006+09:002008-10-17T13:50:20.356+09:00Setting the Tone...I know that the first few posts that I write will set the tone of my blog, except for this one.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257303855258809122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHkjWIxW5HtE9V-KWjQ1vLdMJ6dUHghrtEF8gJxbHccf0C8hUZBxR4qIgH8VPrjZYY6W-TAOkJ5R7YlQWaQVnPwfoYznGZblYZh2eGqaQan5P1fQTIDjUhCbXWUECTxQHGMBIOSFPPXCM/s320/P1080189.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257304181638251538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG6ifLuFIt13N16tcUvNUiMYoTvOIw2lhYRgGcLET-Ky0o8L_9_jd3qP8fbIx6KBfm0yfjqrlRwmQ9lTLt9SEuNWqucQy3HWo16JahF0f-xQ4mio5spuiMfuk17OsS9OOilRTf44OF2wEL/s320/P1080190.JPG" border="0" /><br />See? I do like change! Will you be able to sleep better now, my friend?Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814509309793798139.post-30999794424027455462008-10-14T19:25:00.004+09:002008-10-17T13:50:36.834+09:00Numero UnoWell, hello there. Cafe Hana? Sound familiar? Mayhaps, from my old blogging days when xanga was cool. Since then, I've made futile attempts trying to start up all kinds of new blogs. Whatever happened to the little Hana who used to write about her daily events in a diary religiously every single night? All I see is a big Hana who starts countless projects and never completes any of them. Take the puzzle that's been on my floor since the weekend.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256956185303539090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiMbBNRknqZ5YeHdeCutpUfDaZ-m5LFRO6Mqqe6bin2WNzrgkhgmMIJqJH8svQM0qgzFdm76i71BvQtFFTh51w9lQPdLJ5976BLUYpOvaab0eDSWH1xX-17vqaCHYAeD8U35kiIpLrBXDv/s320/P1080188.JPG" border="0" /><br />I remember I once decided to start a scrapbook. Well I finished the Best Friend page with pictures from kindergarten to highschool...and well that's where I finished. Now I just look like a freak who's obsessed with a girl named Ashley.<br /><br />So many unfinished projects...well I'm going to prove to myself and to you that I am a changed woman....how come that doesn't sound convincing? Well, keep checking back to make sure I'm keeping my word.Hanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03545283691106884428noreply@blogger.com0