This evening Emily and I went to the dentist. I was a little nervous, just because I usually am when someone is examining me or using sharp tools near me. So here is how it went:
We found the place, which is amazing in and of itself. We waited approximately one and a half minutes, after filling out our new patient forms which required our name, phone number and address, and verification of our national health insurance card. No sooner had I sat in the waiting area than they called my name. The cleaning was very quick, but sort of unnerving to have two people looking over you, speaking Chinese, and laughing. When it was over the dentist told me that he saw a "black hole" and did I want to get it "repaired." So of course, my response was "is it going to hurt?" and he said "no, it's just a small one." Then he told me that he wouldn't even need to give me a shot. I was thinking "yeah right Dr. Chung (his real name), ain't happening." Then I said "I don't think so, I am a baby." Then he said, "Oh! Congratulations!" and then I said "Uh... no. I'M a baby." Then, after an awkward 30 seconds or so, I totally surprised myself by saying "ok," which I was not expecting to hear myself say at all. So I allowed Dr. Chung to drill into my tooth, and give me a filling, with no pain medicine or any time for emotional preparation on my part. HOLY MOLY. Some of you who are reading this probably can't believe it. True story. Apparantly I am growing up [finally]. And get this: IT DIDN'T HURT ONE BIT. 100% PAIN FREE.
The best part though, was that I was in that office for a total of 30 minutes, and the whole thing cost me $150NT which at the current exchange rate is $4.60USD.
This whole ordeal reminds me of the time I was tricked by my parents and my dear friend Carlos, who is a dentist, to have one of my wisdom teeth pulled out with local anesthetic only. This episode ended with me sobbing at the age of 18 and Carlos asking me to try not to scream so loudly because I was scaring his other patients. Hmmm. I have come a long way. I hope Carlos can read this, he would be so proud:)
I just hope my teeth don't fall out tomorrow.
P.S. I am spending New Years in the Philippines. Tickets have been purchased, and I am excited about getting a tan.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
this is the day
I just want to make sure that everyone reads this sign. Well, it's two days to my birthday, I have recieved several great packages in the mail--thanks for remembering me! I tell you what, care packages are the best thing that ever happened to this country. I am looking forward to my birthday, I can't help it--I love birthdays whether they're mine or not. But I'm turning 24??? Really?????? I think of what other people have accomplished by that age and it makes me feel a littly panicky. I still haven't even gotten a real job yet! I have had fake jobs my whole life so far! Anyway, I will try to be positive about it and not unreasonable. 24 is the new 21.
Today is that day I have every two weeks when I feel like I absolutely have to get out of here or I will go mad. Usually I love work and the kids and everything, but on these days I want to just hide in a cabinet somewhere. On days like this I secretly look at flights home... just to remind myself that I can't afford it right now anyway. But I have learned to recognize that it's just one day, every few weeks, and that there will be many more, but I will survive. It really doesn't help to know that my whole family will be getting together in Canyon Lake to celebrate Thanksgiving and I wont be there. And I still have to make a pie in my toaster oven which is actually really intimidating me for some reason. I have thought about it every day for at least a month.
Right now I can hear: the kittens pawing at my door in the hallway, scooters zooming by, the garbage truck playing its familiar music, a man speaking loudly in Chinese, and some strange and unidentifyable buzzing noise somewhere outside. As soon as I typed that everything went absolutely quiet so it's kind of freaking me out.
Anyway, even though I don't have much to say, I wanted to write something to keep the blog alive. Hope everyone out there is well and enjoying fall--my favorite time of year.
Today is that day I have every two weeks when I feel like I absolutely have to get out of here or I will go mad. Usually I love work and the kids and everything, but on these days I want to just hide in a cabinet somewhere. On days like this I secretly look at flights home... just to remind myself that I can't afford it right now anyway. But I have learned to recognize that it's just one day, every few weeks, and that there will be many more, but I will survive. It really doesn't help to know that my whole family will be getting together in Canyon Lake to celebrate Thanksgiving and I wont be there. And I still have to make a pie in my toaster oven which is actually really intimidating me for some reason. I have thought about it every day for at least a month.
Right now I can hear: the kittens pawing at my door in the hallway, scooters zooming by, the garbage truck playing its familiar music, a man speaking loudly in Chinese, and some strange and unidentifyable buzzing noise somewhere outside. As soon as I typed that everything went absolutely quiet so it's kind of freaking me out.
Anyway, even though I don't have much to say, I wanted to write something to keep the blog alive. Hope everyone out there is well and enjoying fall--my favorite time of year.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
this is a long one....
During the day I have a lot of thoughts about what I would like to say about my teaching experiences, but by the time I get home my mind is too numb to recall those things. Tonight though, I have a little extra time so I am going to try.
I have so much fun with my kindergarten class. My co-teacher and I spend a lot of time laughing at them. They get in big trouble with our Taiwanese co-teacher for saying things like poo-poo, and bum-bum. She always tells us that so and so is in time out because they said a potty word, and the kid is just sitting there in a chair sulking. I forget what it was like to be a kid, when saying poo-poo was so terrible. Oh how things change! So it always makes me laugh, and Teacher Angela says I am so bad for laughing, but she laughs too. It really is funny. But seriously, a good part of my day is spend laughing AT my students. There was a really great moment a few weeks ago when we were playing musical chairs (the kids go BERSERK about that game) and it had been a really long week, I had't found anything humorous in a few days. I remember I was sitting there with my chin resting on the shelf in our classroom as I kept pushing "play" and "pause" on the cd player. Well the kids were running, and then I stopped the music and two kids went for the same seat, bounced off of each other, and landed with a thud on the floor. This event triggered something in my brain, I knew I needed to react to what I had just seen, and I looked up and made eye contact with Glenn and we both started laughing uncontrollably. I had to walk away and put my head down on my desk, I was crying with laughter--the kind that sort of makes you miserable because you just can't stop, the kind that makes you feel like a Cabbage Patch kid because your face is stuck in a laugh (Leah and Ashley, you know what I mean!!!). The best part is that you can laugh this way at three year olds, and they have no idea. They continue to be clueless. When I think back about it, it wasn't even that funny, but it was perfect for that moment in time.
Our students get in little tiffs too a lot, they fight over a lego or who is going to be "Teacher's Helper" for the day. It's incredible how angry they get then forget about it within seconds. A couple of days ago two of the kids were playing "alligators", and one of them ended up with a huge bite mark on his "bum-bum." Teacher Angela held him over her lap with his bottom out and an ice pack on it--it was so pitiful! How do you not laugh??!! Anyway, we don't play that game anymore. Another thing I have noticed, is that you can't take care of 8 three year olds for 8 hours a day and keep total control of them that whole time. You cannot, no matter how hard you try, keep perfect tabs on them. It's just not going to happen. That's why kids get bitten, and punched in the eye. It's especially hard when they speak Chinese. Glenn and I cannot summon the sort of fear and reverence that Teacher Angela can. But we can say that we are about to hit them or cut their hair and they smile and think we are telling them they are cute. Jokes on them! So we get away with saying a lot of things to amuse ourselves that we couldn't with English speaking kids.
Between lessons and activities, we usually get our students to look at books quietly. This helps them get used to reading books the way we do--from left to right. They do the opposite here. Anyway, this book reading thing is such a pain because it simply never works. It's amazing how quickly books turn into weapons to stab each other with and hit each other with, or to use as sleds. One day I was preparing my next lesson and looked up to see that all the kids were seated in a perfect line looking at their books, and not a PEEP was coming out of them. I went to get Glenn to see the magic that was taking place in our classroom, and he started looking around suspiciously and said "This is so weird, I wonder if a natural disaster is about to happen." It was really cool, and only lasted that one brief moment, I wonder if it will ever happen again...
Another problem with these kids, is that they are sick all of the time. I have finally trained them to cover their mouths when they cough and sneeze. After two weeks of almost constant time outs if they didnt, they have finally picked up the habit. I also give them tissues to put in their pocket every few hours so they don't just let their snot drip everywhere. I had to wipe some really thick green snot off the floor, and gagged. I literally gagged and almost threw up right there in the middle of class. It's incredible, and so disturbing, how much snot I see every single day. I did not know when I came here that it would be part of my job to blow their noses.
More news: we are teaching our class to sing Feliz Navidad for the upcoming Christmas pageant. They are doing well, but so far have only picked up the first line, which sounds more like "Fur-eees Nobby-Duck." Good grief. I guess it's really impressive that they are even doing that, and luckily we still have another 5 weeks to practice the song 20 times a day!! WhooHoo!! It's going to be funny though, and I got especially excited when I found a box of maracas in a cupboard:) All of the teachers are doing a drum routine for the pageant as well. This means that we all stand up with a huge drum in front of us and do this series of beats--authentic aboriginal style. Man is that going to be EMBARASSING. I will most definitely get a video of that one. I never thought I would be playing a huge drum in front of hundreds of people.
I do realize I am very lucky, because my job is so much fun. Our students have improved so so much since I first got here. We get a lot of thank you's from their parents as well saying that they are so impressed with how much they have learned. This is encouraging and exciting! They do learn so quickly, it's amazing.
One last kindergarted story, and this is the main reason why I like teaching... One day I was at my desk finishing up some preparations for class, and I was running a bit late and was a little flustered. Ryan (a cute kid with a big head who looks like Yoda) came up to me and started tapping me saying "Teacher. Teacher. TEACHER. TEACHER!!!" and finally I said "WHAT DO YOU WAAAAAAAANT???!!!" and he looked at me and smiled and said "Teacher Bethany, I love you!" This little thing made my eyes sting, and I picked him up and held him for a few minutes. Preparing for class didn't really seem so important. Gosh, that about killed me.
My elementary class is also fun these days. We have so much fun! They are all about 10 or 11 years old, and really self concious about the whole boy/girl/cootie thing, so I rip into them as much as possible and they secretly love it. They like me apparantly, even though I get mad at them somtimes, because they bring me donuts and candy and pictures they drew for me. They also say "Teacher's so funny" a few times a day. Even when I'm not trying to be, so that's strange. But I really like them. It's great to have power over them, and so satisfying to send them to the office. For a sort of anti-authority person like myself, it's funny that I get such a kick out of it. But their Chinese teachers hit them and punish them, so I'm not so bad compared to that, and they appreciate it. When it was time for their mid-terms, I was so nervous for them. They didn't do so well on the practice exam, so I was really worried. Parents take grades SO seriously here and they freak if their kid doesn't get perfect marks. I deal with multiple phone calls every day from parents that demand the most ridiculous things, and wonder why their kid isn't doing well. It's very taxing. But they are so smart, SO smart. The other day I had a really deep discussion with two of my students about Harry Potter. Only later did I realize what a lame-o I am for having book discussions with 10 year olds. But I can admit it. I like Harry Potter ok?
Overall, teaching has been great. I am so glad I decided to do it. Even though I get really homesick and overwhelmed somtimes, it all fades away at school when I get to spend time with these precious kids. And like Jack Handey said "The face of a child can say so much, especially the mouth part of the face."
On a non-teaching note, I am starting to feel a sense of actual permanence or stability in life. And this of course makes me feel like I should be leaving soon;) I have a cell phone, two pets, a scooter, a bank account, I'm on the National Health Insurance, I have a resident visa, I have joined the Gaelic team, I am traveling from and BACK to this place, I have a local cafe, I have a ROUTINE, I see the same people every day when I go running at the track, and Emily and I have a lot of couple friends (which is sometimes weird, but always enjoyable). So this is what it's like to live somewhere, I had forgotten.
So here I am in Taiwan, how strange is that? I miss loads of people back home and can't wait to see all of you!
I have so much fun with my kindergarten class. My co-teacher and I spend a lot of time laughing at them. They get in big trouble with our Taiwanese co-teacher for saying things like poo-poo, and bum-bum. She always tells us that so and so is in time out because they said a potty word, and the kid is just sitting there in a chair sulking. I forget what it was like to be a kid, when saying poo-poo was so terrible. Oh how things change! So it always makes me laugh, and Teacher Angela says I am so bad for laughing, but she laughs too. It really is funny. But seriously, a good part of my day is spend laughing AT my students. There was a really great moment a few weeks ago when we were playing musical chairs (the kids go BERSERK about that game) and it had been a really long week, I had't found anything humorous in a few days. I remember I was sitting there with my chin resting on the shelf in our classroom as I kept pushing "play" and "pause" on the cd player. Well the kids were running, and then I stopped the music and two kids went for the same seat, bounced off of each other, and landed with a thud on the floor. This event triggered something in my brain, I knew I needed to react to what I had just seen, and I looked up and made eye contact with Glenn and we both started laughing uncontrollably. I had to walk away and put my head down on my desk, I was crying with laughter--the kind that sort of makes you miserable because you just can't stop, the kind that makes you feel like a Cabbage Patch kid because your face is stuck in a laugh (Leah and Ashley, you know what I mean!!!). The best part is that you can laugh this way at three year olds, and they have no idea. They continue to be clueless. When I think back about it, it wasn't even that funny, but it was perfect for that moment in time.
Our students get in little tiffs too a lot, they fight over a lego or who is going to be "Teacher's Helper" for the day. It's incredible how angry they get then forget about it within seconds. A couple of days ago two of the kids were playing "alligators", and one of them ended up with a huge bite mark on his "bum-bum." Teacher Angela held him over her lap with his bottom out and an ice pack on it--it was so pitiful! How do you not laugh??!! Anyway, we don't play that game anymore. Another thing I have noticed, is that you can't take care of 8 three year olds for 8 hours a day and keep total control of them that whole time. You cannot, no matter how hard you try, keep perfect tabs on them. It's just not going to happen. That's why kids get bitten, and punched in the eye. It's especially hard when they speak Chinese. Glenn and I cannot summon the sort of fear and reverence that Teacher Angela can. But we can say that we are about to hit them or cut their hair and they smile and think we are telling them they are cute. Jokes on them! So we get away with saying a lot of things to amuse ourselves that we couldn't with English speaking kids.
Between lessons and activities, we usually get our students to look at books quietly. This helps them get used to reading books the way we do--from left to right. They do the opposite here. Anyway, this book reading thing is such a pain because it simply never works. It's amazing how quickly books turn into weapons to stab each other with and hit each other with, or to use as sleds. One day I was preparing my next lesson and looked up to see that all the kids were seated in a perfect line looking at their books, and not a PEEP was coming out of them. I went to get Glenn to see the magic that was taking place in our classroom, and he started looking around suspiciously and said "This is so weird, I wonder if a natural disaster is about to happen." It was really cool, and only lasted that one brief moment, I wonder if it will ever happen again...
Another problem with these kids, is that they are sick all of the time. I have finally trained them to cover their mouths when they cough and sneeze. After two weeks of almost constant time outs if they didnt, they have finally picked up the habit. I also give them tissues to put in their pocket every few hours so they don't just let their snot drip everywhere. I had to wipe some really thick green snot off the floor, and gagged. I literally gagged and almost threw up right there in the middle of class. It's incredible, and so disturbing, how much snot I see every single day. I did not know when I came here that it would be part of my job to blow their noses.
More news: we are teaching our class to sing Feliz Navidad for the upcoming Christmas pageant. They are doing well, but so far have only picked up the first line, which sounds more like "Fur-eees Nobby-Duck." Good grief. I guess it's really impressive that they are even doing that, and luckily we still have another 5 weeks to practice the song 20 times a day!! WhooHoo!! It's going to be funny though, and I got especially excited when I found a box of maracas in a cupboard:) All of the teachers are doing a drum routine for the pageant as well. This means that we all stand up with a huge drum in front of us and do this series of beats--authentic aboriginal style. Man is that going to be EMBARASSING. I will most definitely get a video of that one. I never thought I would be playing a huge drum in front of hundreds of people.
I do realize I am very lucky, because my job is so much fun. Our students have improved so so much since I first got here. We get a lot of thank you's from their parents as well saying that they are so impressed with how much they have learned. This is encouraging and exciting! They do learn so quickly, it's amazing.
One last kindergarted story, and this is the main reason why I like teaching... One day I was at my desk finishing up some preparations for class, and I was running a bit late and was a little flustered. Ryan (a cute kid with a big head who looks like Yoda) came up to me and started tapping me saying "Teacher. Teacher. TEACHER. TEACHER!!!" and finally I said "WHAT DO YOU WAAAAAAAANT???!!!" and he looked at me and smiled and said "Teacher Bethany, I love you!" This little thing made my eyes sting, and I picked him up and held him for a few minutes. Preparing for class didn't really seem so important. Gosh, that about killed me.
My elementary class is also fun these days. We have so much fun! They are all about 10 or 11 years old, and really self concious about the whole boy/girl/cootie thing, so I rip into them as much as possible and they secretly love it. They like me apparantly, even though I get mad at them somtimes, because they bring me donuts and candy and pictures they drew for me. They also say "Teacher's so funny" a few times a day. Even when I'm not trying to be, so that's strange. But I really like them. It's great to have power over them, and so satisfying to send them to the office. For a sort of anti-authority person like myself, it's funny that I get such a kick out of it. But their Chinese teachers hit them and punish them, so I'm not so bad compared to that, and they appreciate it. When it was time for their mid-terms, I was so nervous for them. They didn't do so well on the practice exam, so I was really worried. Parents take grades SO seriously here and they freak if their kid doesn't get perfect marks. I deal with multiple phone calls every day from parents that demand the most ridiculous things, and wonder why their kid isn't doing well. It's very taxing. But they are so smart, SO smart. The other day I had a really deep discussion with two of my students about Harry Potter. Only later did I realize what a lame-o I am for having book discussions with 10 year olds. But I can admit it. I like Harry Potter ok?
Overall, teaching has been great. I am so glad I decided to do it. Even though I get really homesick and overwhelmed somtimes, it all fades away at school when I get to spend time with these precious kids. And like Jack Handey said "The face of a child can say so much, especially the mouth part of the face."
On a non-teaching note, I am starting to feel a sense of actual permanence or stability in life. And this of course makes me feel like I should be leaving soon;) I have a cell phone, two pets, a scooter, a bank account, I'm on the National Health Insurance, I have a resident visa, I have joined the Gaelic team, I am traveling from and BACK to this place, I have a local cafe, I have a ROUTINE, I see the same people every day when I go running at the track, and Emily and I have a lot of couple friends (which is sometimes weird, but always enjoyable). So this is what it's like to live somewhere, I had forgotten.
So here I am in Taiwan, how strange is that? I miss loads of people back home and can't wait to see all of you!
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Rugby and the Child-Whisperers
On Saturday night, Emily and I had another new and exciting experience in Taiwan. The Rugby World Cup Final was played here on cable tv at 3a.m. between England (the then current champoins) and South Africa. We invited some of our friends over for a pre-game party and then waited until 3a.m. to go to a pub to watch the rugby final (the most exciting thing about the party was that we finally got our ping pong table out and played for a long time on our roof--we have a great roof, and a great ping pong table and I love it with all of my heart). The majority of foreigners here are South African, which is interesting, and also cool. Two of our good friends at work are from S.A. and so they were really excited that we were joining them so late/early to watch the game. We went to a pub called "Alamo" which actually has a huge mural of the Alamo in one of the walls, and we watched the game along with hundreds of excited fans. Emily and I were two of four who were cheering enthusiastically for England, and truly believed that they would win. Alas, they did not. It was nice to see how excited they were, because judging by how crazy they were about winning, I would not want to be nearby if they lost. Yikes. It was lots of fun, we all had a merry time, and enjoyed ourselves... until we walked outside and greeted the coming dawn. Man was I tired.
Funny, but this made me miss Aggie football a lot. This one friend of ours, Mona, was telling us about the incredible rugby matches back home where 60,000 people show up sometimes and I was like, yeah big deal. I haven't been keeping up with how the Ags are doing, but from experience, maybe it's better not to check and just believe that they are playing well and winning all of their games. Whoop!
More news, Thanksgiving is coming up, and I am excited about cooking my first ever pumpkin pie... in a toaster oven. I already bought a teenie pie plate and can't wait for the magical day to arrive. We do have to work on Thanksgiving though so it will be a late meal. I am open to any suggestions for toaster-oven-friendly recipes that anyone might want to share with me:)
My brilliant co-teacher, Glenn, has come up with the best-ever term for our job description: Child-Whisperers. That's what we are. We can't understand them, they can't understand us, and yet we communicate, and they grow in size and they learn and we grow in pride of them and it's a beautiful part of the circle of life.
I posted some new pictures the other day so take a look.
Funny, but this made me miss Aggie football a lot. This one friend of ours, Mona, was telling us about the incredible rugby matches back home where 60,000 people show up sometimes and I was like, yeah big deal. I haven't been keeping up with how the Ags are doing, but from experience, maybe it's better not to check and just believe that they are playing well and winning all of their games. Whoop!
More news, Thanksgiving is coming up, and I am excited about cooking my first ever pumpkin pie... in a toaster oven. I already bought a teenie pie plate and can't wait for the magical day to arrive. We do have to work on Thanksgiving though so it will be a late meal. I am open to any suggestions for toaster-oven-friendly recipes that anyone might want to share with me:)
My brilliant co-teacher, Glenn, has come up with the best-ever term for our job description: Child-Whisperers. That's what we are. We can't understand them, they can't understand us, and yet we communicate, and they grow in size and they learn and we grow in pride of them and it's a beautiful part of the circle of life.
I posted some new pictures the other day so take a look.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
meow mix
Here they are; Jet li (aka Jet, Jetson, Jumbo Jet) and Ziggy (aka Ziggster, Ziggs). They are cute, and no, Jet Li doesn't have a lazy eye... usually. Okay, sometimes he does. But only when he's really tired. Aren't they cute? Aren't they??? I am starting to like them. More pictures are to come soon, I am about to download 233 from the past couple of weeks, so that will take a while to get up and organized. But there are lots of the cats, which are cute. The other day I accidentally closed them into one of our spare bedrooms and then we couldn't find them. It reminded me of the time I closed my hamster in the pantry years ago and couldn't find her when she was in her ball (which Leah enjoyed rolling her down the hall in, in some sort of sadistic quasi-bowling game). Anyway, we were looking all over the place for them, and usually close the doors before we let them have the run of the place. It was funny. I asked them why they didn't answer when we were calling them, but they didn't really say much to that either. I have to admit, I am not really a pet person. I will continue to update the whole cat situation as the year goes on, and if anyone is interested in owning one or two cats in about a years time, I can probably sort that out for you. They are a very rare and expensive breed of cat native to Taiwan. Worth a lot of money. Lots. And you can have them for FREE. Poop scoop included. Let me know;)
Monday, October 15, 2007
we have cats now
It's true, I am not only a pet owner, but a cat owner. I did not see this day coming at all, in fact, it took me by complete surprise when I offered to take not one but two into my own home. I have never even liked cats even a little bit and here I am taking care of two little kittens. Feeding them, playing with them, and picking up their tiny little poops out of their litter box everyday. It's so weird! I like it though, and that is the really weird part. They are really funny little creatures, they are two brothers and just wrestle constantly with each other. We have a black one and a tabby one. They are both really cute and furry. Tonight we finally named them after a week of wondering what they should be called (this was a really stressful process for me because I feel completely inadequate in giving a name to something--it's kind of a big deal I think. Also because when I named my last pet, my hamster I had when I was 12, I never actually called it its name and just called it Hammy. So I'm still a little worried that I will just call them "Cat" or "Idiot"). ANYWAY, the black one is Ziggy because he's just really chilled out, and would probably just laze around all of the time if it wasn't for his brother who stalks and attacks him constantly. Ziggy does a good job fighting back though because he is a bit bigger than the other one. But usually if I get him alone he will fall asleep on my lap stretched out on his back and will stay that way for hours if I don't move. The tabby one we named Jet Li for his tendency to attack everything that moves and for being very extreme at fighting. I think he'd be an excellent Kung Fu fighter--but he'd probably be great at martial arts in general. Everything about Jet is intense. He never stops moving and attacking and scratching things with his razor sharp claws. I have scratched all over my hands from dealing with him. He's really sweet though, but he's got small cat sydrome sort of like my small girl syndrome. I like them both equally, and it's sort of fun to have little creatures to come home to that will just play around and entertain me. I am realizing that cats are very low maintenance and are ideal pets or substitues for actual children. My favorite thing to do with them is to put one of them under the blanket on my bed, and watch the other one attack the little lump as it moves around all over the place. They can do this for ages at a time, and yet they never figure it out.
Well I know some of you (i.e. Ashley and my Father) will be very disappointed in me for giving in and welcoming these little animals into a place where I live, and believe me, I am still struggling with self respect issues about it myself, but it hasn't been so bad yet. Wish me luck!
Well I know some of you (i.e. Ashley and my Father) will be very disappointed in me for giving in and welcoming these little animals into a place where I live, and believe me, I am still struggling with self respect issues about it myself, but it hasn't been so bad yet. Wish me luck!
Monday, October 8, 2007
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