<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:33:15.673-05:00</updated><category term='Broadway'/><category term='Special Occasion'/><category term='Apartment'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Black Out &apos;07'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Credit Score'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Job'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>鬼嫁日記</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3671032989189396754</id><published>2008-12-11T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:47:14.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Punta Cana, Dominican Republic</title><content type='html'>Rob and I are going to an all-inclusive resort at Punta Cana next week.  I'm so excited.  Hopefully, we will be able to find a new waterproof camera.  We broke our previous one.  =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort includes the basics, such as food and drinks; it also includes certain activities, such as non-motorized watersports, dance lessons, and horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punta Cana, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, we won't be spending too much money on excursions...  Then again, I haven't done ziplining yet.  I don't think I'll dare to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3671032989189396754?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3671032989189396754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3671032989189396754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/12/punta-cana-dominican-republic.html' title='Punta Cana, Dominican Republic'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1388607954915666759</id><published>2008-11-16T16:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:25:23.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/freshaquarium/1/0/F/R/goldfish34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/freshaquarium/1/0/F/R/goldfish34.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob has been studying for tests daily.   Since the start of the school year, he has had a test every week.  Being in a competitive ivy league school, his class average is in the 90s which leaves no room for procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He studies alone throughout the nights while I'm asleep.   He wanted company, so he came up with the idea of getting pet fishes.   I was completely against it, because I didn't want the responsibility of keeping a living creature alive.  In my memory, fishes die very easily.   In the end, we went to a pet store and shopped for fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have spent an hour debating if we wanted goldfishes or tropical fishes.  If it was up to us, we would have mixed it.   Since we can't, we decided to buy 2 black moors because it stood out the most to us.  We called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chubby wubby.&lt;/span&gt;  Although it is a type of goldfish, they are very high maintenance.  We left the store spending $70 without any fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to keep it simple and put it in a fish bowl.  However, black moors need to live in warm water temperature, so we purchased a heater and a 10-gallon glass fish tank.  Then, we had to buy small goldfishes (aka tester fish) to build a friendly environment for the black moors.  However, before we could do that, we had to run our empty aquarium for 24 hours with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spring &lt;/span&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 24 hours later and an empty tank in the living room, we went back to buy a dozen tester fish.  It has been only a week, and there are only 5 tester-fish and a murky aquarium.  There were several possible problems - the ph level of the water and/or overfeeding -- not to mention, we murdered our first tester fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one of our fish looked sick.  It was swimming/floating on its side.  We read online that they may have been overfed.  So, we fasted them for a day.  A day later and there was no change.  We came across another article that suggested that the water may be too cold.  It suggested that we separated the sick fish and put it in a warmer temperature to generate movements.  We took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickie &lt;/span&gt;to a separate container with water that was warm to touch.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sickie &lt;/span&gt;revived and generated much movements!  In a matter of seconds, however, it died.  I think... we cooked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lesson, we plan to purchase water conditioners which can bypass a week of changing water and watching fish die.  However, are we really ready for the black moors?  Black moors might be a little difficult to flush down the toilet.  (Note: the tester fish are only half the size of my pinky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update &lt;/span&gt;(11/20/2008):  Apparently, the feeder/tester fish were supposed to die.  Anyhow, we're on round 2.  This time, we decided to keep some tropical fish.  We are most likely going to keep some type of shark.  They are easier to keep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1388607954915666759?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1388607954915666759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1388607954915666759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-pets.html' title='Our New Pets'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8577277096372911327</id><published>2008-08-30T21:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:30:47.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apartment'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Welcome to our new apartment.  It's located in Center City, Philadelphia.  We live on the 10th floor and in the heart of a shopping district.  Directly downstairs, we have Burberry, Starbucks, Tiffany &amp;amp; Co., and many stores I don't plan to shop at in the near future.  We spoiled ourselves with the location and new furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we have our dining area.  Our apartment has 5 oversized windows in the living room and dining area.  The windows are at least 6 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMnNVEdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ICweQHSojow/s1600-h/P1050819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMnNVEdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ICweQHSojow/s320/P1050819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240485939919524306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say "Hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyL3BXsNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KGnzsXV4Do0/s1600-h/P1050857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyL3BXsNI/AAAAAAAAAQc/KGnzsXV4Do0/s320/P1050857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240485926984462546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mini sculptures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyLUDhClI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EnAIOvhL0RQ/s1600-h/P1050867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyLUDhClI/AAAAAAAAAQU/EnAIOvhL0RQ/s320/P1050867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240485917598222930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new lily plant.  It's about to blossom.  It's very lively.  Throughout the day, you'll see it "happy" and "sad."  The leaves change in heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMMTmB-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Gb42YgMXwzI/s1600-h/P1050858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMMTmB-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Gb42YgMXwzI/s320/P1050858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240485932698044386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not milk.  Lol.  ... Not that healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMZaA2ZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oQKAH5L8T6s/s1600-h/P1050830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMZaA2ZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oQKAH5L8T6s/s320/P1050830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240485936214628754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across our walls, you'll find these branches with falling leaves and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvVXsgOfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9GBNUN4PBRA/s1600-h/P1050823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvVXsgOfI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9GBNUN4PBRA/s320/P1050823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240482791839250930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new cactus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnub6IC_GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QoYET5vAPuM/s1600-h/P1050839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnub6IC_GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/QoYET5vAPuM/s320/P1050839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240481804649167970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bedroom.  It's funny, because our only bathroom is in our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnucAgQgtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jJ0f3ygwrUs/s1600-h/P1050844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnucAgQgtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/jJ0f3ygwrUs/s320/P1050844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240481806361330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some caricatures.  The one on the left was from New Jersey; the one on the right was from Taipei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnubgNxveI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WyHruQZ-KiE/s1600-h/P1050820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnubgNxveI/AAAAAAAAAPE/WyHruQZ-KiE/s320/P1050820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240481797693881826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our living room and our new flat screen TV.  Notice the beautiful wall decorations~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvWmnRlBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jVsE2adX1wM/s1600-h/P1050835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvWmnRlBI/AAAAAAAAAQM/jVsE2adX1wM/s320/P1050835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240482813023720466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dining area/kitchen.  We have yet to bring our stools to surround the kitchen area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnucugLLuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fBM7_U3C-nM/s1600-h/P1050843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnucugLLuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/fBM7_U3C-nM/s320/P1050843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240481818709012194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvWYY3oWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Kmh4S98OdBU/s1600-h/P1050834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvWYY3oWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Kmh4S98OdBU/s320/P1050834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240482809205203298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvVwdTcMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/x5culJTep40/s1600-h/P1050831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvVwdTcMI/AAAAAAAAAP0/x5culJTep40/s320/P1050831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240482798486384834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvV1vXwmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kgYEAeqn9I8/s1600-h/P1050833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnvV1vXwmI/AAAAAAAAAP8/kgYEAeqn9I8/s320/P1050833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240482799904342626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8577277096372911327?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8577277096372911327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8577277096372911327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SLnyMnNVEdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ICweQHSojow/s72-c/P1050819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5364876434554552228</id><published>2008-07-03T00:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T12:21:49.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-fB5LfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ePsXTEcKBns/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-fB5LfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ePsXTEcKBns/s320/image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219565289464212978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-goyYWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lvVGql1feSk/s1600-h/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-goyYWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/lvVGql1feSk/s320/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219565289895780706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-grTa8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/bVVomleLZJs/s1600-h/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-grTa8I/AAAAAAAAAO8/bVVomleLZJs/s320/image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219565289906334658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the leadership roles, aside from the in-store Banking Center Managers (BCMs) and Assistant Managers (AMs), there are Consumer Market Managers (CMMs) and Consumer Market Executives (CMEs).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the hierarchy is as follow:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1 CME&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4 CMMs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;50ish BCMs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In the past, I have only met my CMMs and CMEs a handful of times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they visit our banking center, I spontaneously miss every one of their visits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was never able to make that first impression. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;On my first AMA (Assistant Manager Associates) meeting, the CME was clearly unimpressed that I did not “throw myself” in front of him. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The truth is I never realized that he visited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was then. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In the beginning, I have focused on my sales goal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After my first AMA meeting, I knew I had to focus on leadership and operations. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Slowly, I have taken up more responsibilities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, there is only so much to do inside the center.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I received little attention for the things I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most important person I can impress was my banking center manager, and I knew that was done.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;After a few months, my manager &lt;i style=""&gt;suggested &lt;/i&gt;that I should take on the responsibility of managing the group banking activities (because no one else would do it).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was crap-work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was to manage the process of attracting customers outside of the walk-in traffic. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This includes creating relationships and finding opportunities in the neighborhood, making sure that our center is participating in market-sponsored events, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In spring, the weather turned warm, and events started to line up. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was the go-to person for my bank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon, I was &lt;i style=""&gt;volunteered &lt;/i&gt;to take part in events at Yankees Stadium. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was standing and screaming for hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;More recently, I was volunteered to take part in our NFL Banking event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The event took place at a banking center where they hold many market conferences. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On that day, all the CMMs and CMEs showed up to give the BCMs their performance evaluations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, I was receiving recognitions by the manager at the center. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, the words spread.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few days later, I found out that there was a mini-competition between the sellers, and I finished 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was a pleasant surprise – and a $100 gift card. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My manager casually told me about it, and I never received any recognition when I returned. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Because of my performance, I was automatically signed up for another event – Big Apple BBQ. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was standing outside in 100 degree weather, trying to get customers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At that event, I was 1 of 2 winners.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I received another $100 gift card.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They took a picture of me that ended up in the inbox of the entire Manhattan Market. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;For the week, my name was “flowing” around the market. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I received recognitions after recognitions. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, it’s toned down because – no one at my center knows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thereafter, I don’t react to it either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;This week, there was a huge event held at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Crowne&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Plaza&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was the New Hire Breakfast for Bank of America associates. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;300 Analysts flew in from Europe, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and around the country. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many sellers wanted to attend this event, because it guaranteed high-volume accounts. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was uninterested, so I never volunteered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My only other 2 sellers both volunteered for the event.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, they did not receive a spot. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next thing you know, they &lt;i style=""&gt;assigned &lt;/i&gt;it to me. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few days before the event, I was sitting side-by-side with 11 other associates from the entire market and my CMMs. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was the first time I &lt;i style=""&gt;interacted &lt;/i&gt;with my CMMs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Today, at the final stage of my Leadership classes, my CME was the guest speaker. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have always wondered if he knows my name. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last time he said my name, he glanced at my name tag. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today, I didn’t have my name tag.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And… he said it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It didn’t stop there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew me well from various events.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When his speech was over, a small crowd gathered around him as he was leaving to make an impression. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He preached to these Managers and Assistant Managers about “taking risks.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The conversation went like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;CME:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As leaders, you need to know how to take risks. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Taking risks like… promoting Stephanie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, there’s no risk in that! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;*&lt;b&gt;Laughs&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;As he said his final Goodbye, he told me to “get on his calendar.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him to elaborate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He then told me to call his secretary to schedule an one-on-one meeting with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;In our world, that means… let’s talk; let me see if I should promote you. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5364876434554552228?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5364876434554552228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5364876434554552228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-leadership-roles-aside-from-in-store.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SG-e-fB5LfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ePsXTEcKBns/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3884770781614165920</id><published>2008-06-25T23:33:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:47:00.005-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My Story -- At Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The turnover rate in the banking center is high. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have only been in the bank for 9 months, and I have seen many people come and go – but for good reasons though. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have all left for either promotions or relocations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the past few months, there haven’t been any movements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consequently, dramas start to build up as we see each other more and more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;August (Banking Center Manager) – A Long Island Italian guy who is new to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; but isn’t new to the bank or to the position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s the “pleaser.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’ll only tell you want you want to hear. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At first, I thought he’s the most desirable manager that an associate would want. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, he would never take a position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In some aspect, he’s border line incompetent – and I’m being nice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Kadene (Assistant Manager) – Her name gets butchered by customers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s pronounced &lt;i style=""&gt;Ke-deen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is recent management program graduate – the same program that I am currently in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because the program requires no knowledge of what the tellers do, graduates of the programs may sometimes have little respect from them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you manage the tellers if you don’t know what they do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;IK (Teller Operation Specialist) –&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In layman’s term, she’s a teller manager. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We call her IK, because her real name is Ikponwosa. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She’s like the teacher that you loved and hated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s effective and she lays her foot down.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tellers have the utmost respect for her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Leo (Small Business Specialist) –&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would be Brain in &lt;i style=""&gt;Pinky and the Brain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has a strong sales track – the bread-winner of the bank.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The entire teller line (aka Pinkies) to perform free labor for him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a teller, your job description is to do teller-stuff and make your referral goals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has got all of them to work overtime for free.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They actually &lt;i style=""&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to do the mundane clerical tasks for him all day long. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He’s basically got a group of &lt;i style=""&gt;bitches&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;To be Continued…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3884770781614165920?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3884770781614165920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3884770781614165920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-story-at-work.html' title='My Story -- At Work'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1402013778422174095</id><published>2008-05-21T19:21:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:08:41.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs from Taipei~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few weeks ago, Rob came back from Taiwan with lots of small gifts. I love them all. Here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvv36-jPI/AAAAAAAAANc/8vwBhQg5Oz4/s1600-h/SANY0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976706519796978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvv36-jPI/AAAAAAAAANc/8vwBhQg5Oz4/s320/SANY0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwX6-jQI/AAAAAAAAANk/r9mz1uJQ19Y/s1600-h/SANY0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976715109731586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="272" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwX6-jQI/AAAAAAAAANk/r9mz1uJQ19Y/s320/SANY0024.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I really enjoyed the movie "CJ7" by Stephen Chow. I particularly liked the children that were in the movie. Meet CJ7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwX6-jQI/AAAAAAAAANk/r9mz1uJQ19Y/s1600-h/SANY0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvw36-jSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/26-NLXV-J2Y/s1600-h/SANY0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976723699666210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvw36-jSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/26-NLXV-J2Y/s320/SANY0033.JPG" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The following is a Japanese product. Our pictures are embedded in these key chain dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvw36-jSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/26-NLXV-J2Y/s1600-h/SANY0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwn6-jRI/AAAAAAAAANs/pHqcn60mg6U/s1600-h/SANY0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976719404698898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwn6-jRI/AAAAAAAAANs/pHqcn60mg6U/s320/SANY0030.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A close up of my Rob's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvwn6-jRI/AAAAAAAAANs/pHqcn60mg6U/s1600-h/SANY0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvvX6-jOI/AAAAAAAAANU/JlDWqqGU3tM/s1600-h/SANY0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202976697929862370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" height="264" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvvX6-jOI/AAAAAAAAANU/JlDWqqGU3tM/s320/SANY0021.JPG" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a minature of us. You give them a picture, and it is made to order. This is our second one. Although it looks nothing like us, at least, they don't look ugly like our first minature.  Now that I think about it, doesn't it look like HK actor and actress, Leon Lai and Maggie Chu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvvX6-jOI/AAAAAAAAANU/JlDWqqGU3tM/s1600-h/SANY0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxIH6-jUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uo8hU6qw5Fg/s1600-h/DSC00033-2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202978222643252546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="301" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxIH6-jUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/uo8hU6qw5Fg/s320/DSC00033-2854.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a look back at our first minature. I got it for Rob for our 2nd yr Anniversary. I do see SOME resemblance, but it's hideous. I ordered it online and they shipped it from Mainland China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxH36-jTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rm-N_KFgmg0/s1600-h/Steph+without+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sent me pictures during the whole progress. I actually thought they did a really good job looking at the photos below. However, the colors really killed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxIX6-jWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-jdeEuvo5Ss/s1600-h/Rob+without+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxI36-jXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q_ERWPnU-Ik/s1600-h/Steph+with+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202978235528154482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxI36-jXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Q_ERWPnU-Ik/s320/Steph+with+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxIX6-jVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ByUe0O3HeU/s1600-h/Rob+with+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202978226938219858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSxIX6-jVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5ByUe0O3HeU/s320/Rob+with+hair.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1402013778422174095?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1402013778422174095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1402013778422174095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/05/souvenirs-from-taipei.html' title='Souvenirs from Taipei~'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SDSvv36-jPI/AAAAAAAAANc/8vwBhQg5Oz4/s72-c/SANY0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-990498726606500311</id><published>2008-05-11T14:05:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:48:51.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cruise to Bermuda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last year, we went on the Norwegian's Spirit Cruise to the Bahamas. This year, on our 3rd year Anniversary, we celebrated by going to the Royal Caribbean's Explorer of the Seas Cruise to Bermuda. The highlight of the ship includes rock climbing, ice skating, basketball court, and minature golf. Last year, we went to Pearl Island Snorkel, Parasailing, and a Disney water park. This year, for our excursions, we chose to go to Shipwreck Snorkel in the Bermuda Triangle and Scuba Diving!! Both ships were very different. We chose Royal Caribbean this year because it is highly reputable. We took so many pictures with our new camcorder and underwater digital camera. The following are a sample of pictures and videos: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdvE36-jKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UUSDIfBtQ0A/s1600-h/PICT0048e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199246424344005794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdvE36-jKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UUSDIfBtQ0A/s320/PICT0048e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7707874e64b2b57" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7707874e64b2b57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D686F93A5061389443564BB5E5F0E435EB5717ABE.56FEC775352974F62C35AD444FB525EA7FD92A36%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7707874e64b2b57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3aYmx54XmYpnshdOWq_MV6OqDs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7707874e64b2b57%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D686F93A5061389443564BB5E5F0E435EB5717ABE.56FEC775352974F62C35AD444FB525EA7FD92A36%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7707874e64b2b57%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DT3aYmx54XmYpnshdOWq_MV6OqDs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was the video that we took before we jumped into the water. There were 8 of us splitted into 2 groups. The instructor was French, and we couldn't understand him clearly. It was more complicated than we expected. Some of the things that we had to learn were:&lt;br /&gt;1. What to do if there's water in our air tube;&lt;br /&gt;2. What to do if there's water in our goggles;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do we equalize as we go deeper into the water;&lt;br /&gt;4. What to do if our air tank runs out of air;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do we share air with our partner while under sea;&lt;br /&gt;6. Simple sign language;&lt;br /&gt;7. How to inflate and deflate our life jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This was much more complicated than it sounds. We signed our lives away. There were so many things that could potentially harm us under the sea if we touch it. Also, all of us got a few scratches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f796c4045a785f0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df796c4045a785f0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C2D8D5EEA53AB3E85CBA4B648BEFDA3F46735.75161CBA0A4A3A7B5CA6C7E05D8ED845C9AE8BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df796c4045a785f0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYz4XV51g9lqE2QAK4c5lEvoLw6Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df796c4045a785f0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D272C2D8D5EEA53AB3E85CBA4B648BEFDA3F46735.75161CBA0A4A3A7B5CA6C7E05D8ED845C9AE8BFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df796c4045a785f0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYz4XV51g9lqE2QAK4c5lEvoLw6Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was a video that we took while we were under water. There weren't many fishes in this clip, but the instructor finds a lobster and shows us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdXKX6-jHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SKQb2kp0_V8/s1600-h/SANY0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199220130554219634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdXKX6-jHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SKQb2kp0_V8/s320/SANY0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdXKX6-jGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/0b2FDQos_hg/s1600-h/SANY0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to high wind, rockclimbing was not always available. However, Rob had a chance to try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAMH6-i5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/V3ySeWUt9jQ/s1600-h/SANY0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199194871851551634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAMH6-i5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/V3ySeWUt9jQ/s320/SANY0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHb36-jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7IC2JYnMB2Y/s1600-h/SANY0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202839015885874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHb36-jDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/7IC2JYnMB2Y/s320/SANY0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our first day, we had a mandatory evacuation drill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHbn6-jCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x0F-v-PSZlw/s1600-h/P1050678e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202834720918562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHbn6-jCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/x0F-v-PSZlw/s320/P1050678e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like all other ships, we had a formal night. Each dinner was banquet style. We made some friends at our assigned table with 2 other young couples. 97% of the ship was occupied by cruisers age 40 and up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEQH6-i-I/AAAAAAAAALU/W0UXjOlI8Fo/s1600-h/SANY0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199199338617539554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEQH6-i-I/AAAAAAAAALU/W0UXjOlI8Fo/s320/SANY0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc2X36-isI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_3u1uLQFwH4/s1600-h/P1050753e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199184078598736578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc2X36-isI/AAAAAAAAAJE/_3u1uLQFwH4/s320/P1050753e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our ship at Bermuda. It's much bigger than it looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdGvn6-i_I/AAAAAAAAALc/J2_rYHz6nnY/s1600-h/SANY0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202078806674418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdGvn6-i_I/AAAAAAAAALc/J2_rYHz6nnY/s320/SANY0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every day, our stateroom attendant would make us a towel animal. Can anyone guess what this was? For 2 days, we thought it was a roasted duck. Can't help it if we're Chinese... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdGv36-jAI/AAAAAAAAALk/yECsKBA80UU/s1600-h/SANY0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202083101641730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdGv36-jAI/AAAAAAAAALk/yECsKBA80UU/s320/SANY0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the ship, entertainment included comedy shows, parades, midnight buffets, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEPH6-i7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/2nI4nRe87_E/s1600-h/PICT0014e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199199321437670322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEPH6-i7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/2nI4nRe87_E/s320/PICT0014e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEPX6-i8I/AAAAAAAAALE/BIK8ES8lJ4I/s1600-h/PICT0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's me with a heavy tank and weights on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEPn6-i9I/AAAAAAAAALM/zNlIyiOTlTQ/s1600-h/PICT0003e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199199330027604946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdEPn6-i9I/AAAAAAAAALM/zNlIyiOTlTQ/s320/PICT0003e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc4SH6-ixI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WRBboQyeqUw/s1600-h/SANY0082e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199186178837744402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc4SH6-ixI/AAAAAAAAAJs/WRBboQyeqUw/s320/SANY0082e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was at the famous Horseshoe Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAK36-i1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/uF4WBFaXZvc/s1600-h/P1050662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199194850376715090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAK36-i1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/uF4WBFaXZvc/s320/P1050662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They surely are talented when it comes to making animals. We also got a puppy during our stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc4S36-izI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EeMRUPndqvI/s1600-h/P1050655e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199186191722646322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc4S36-izI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EeMRUPndqvI/s320/P1050655e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Awaiting for a after-dinner show with my Pina Colada~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdALX6-i2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_20upZFOv4w/s1600-h/P1050634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199194858966649698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdALX6-i2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/_20upZFOv4w/s320/P1050634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A view of the top deck with the swimming pools and jacuzzis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAL36-i4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EooGzA09hG4/s1600-h/SANY0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199194867556584322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdAL36-i4I/AAAAAAAAAKk/EooGzA09hG4/s320/SANY0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of the architecture in Bermuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc4Rn6-iwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pG0FV0QKuNw/s1600-h/SANY0087e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199186170247809794" style="FLOAT: left; 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We didn't want to put our mouths where everyone else was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc2ZH6-ivI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XlhCZVJ9wuE/s1600-h/SANY0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199184100073573106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCc2ZH6-ivI/AAAAAAAAAJc/XlhCZVJ9wuE/s320/SANY0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some fossils that we found at Horseshoe Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdyW36-jNI/AAAAAAAAANM/_Ob3y9tqXYo/s1600-h/SANY0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199250032116534482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdyW36-jNI/AAAAAAAAANM/_Ob3y9tqXYo/s320/SANY0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A picture of one of the parades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHcX6-jEI/AAAAAAAAAME/-03Jo3za938/s1600-h/SANY0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202847605820482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHcX6-jEI/AAAAAAAAAME/-03Jo3za938/s320/SANY0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For dinner, we ate shrimp cocktails, lobsters, steaks, escargots, etc. We usually doubled up on desserts. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHcn6-jFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uWlOVtm3dmY/s1600-h/SANY0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199202851900787794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdHcn6-jFI/AAAAAAAAAMM/uWlOVtm3dmY/s320/SANY0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the many decorations on the ship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-990498726606500311?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/990498726606500311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/990498726606500311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/05/cruise-to-bermuda.html' title='Cruise to Bermuda'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/SCdvE36-jKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UUSDIfBtQ0A/s72-c/PICT0048e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1945519053115746074</id><published>2008-03-18T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:29:56.784-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCbsf0cNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a0vnsg2rG0g/s1600-h/P1050434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179282983788769490" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCbsf0cNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a0vnsg2rG0g/s320/P1050434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago, Rob and I visited Boston for his dental school interview. We visited a few schools - Harvard, MIT, and Tufts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCa8f0cMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Mz4k1DQhABM/s1600-h/P1050427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCa8f0cMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Mz4k1DQhABM/s1600-h/P1050427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCa8f0cMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Mz4k1DQhABM/s1600-h/P1050427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that Boston is so close to me, it was my first visit. Boston was a friendlier, and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCcsf0cQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jiTT6IspLw4/s1600-h/P1050443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179283000968638722" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCcsf0cQI/AAAAAAAAAH0/jiTT6IspLw4/s320/P1050443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;much smaller version of New York City. My first impression of Harvard was that it isn't what it is cracked up to be. It wasn't as beautiful as I had imagined it. However, the campus town surrounding it was trendy and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the typical tourists things. Rob ate a lobster a day. We ordered New England clam chowder whenever we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCb8f0cOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-lV8LfAVfG8/s1600-h/P1050439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179282988083736802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCb8f0cOI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-lV8LfAVfG8/s320/P1050439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other hand, we visited Rob's cousin - Derek, a freshman MIT student, who needs rest or drugs. We also went to ice skate in a park that resembles a mini version of Central Park. The entire city was New York and San Francisco slapped together and thrown into snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most interestingly, we randomly walked into a restaurant called, "Dick's Last Resort." The &lt;em&gt;theme&lt;/em&gt; of the restaurant is  ridicule and horrendous service. For examples, customers had dozens of balloons tied to their long hair; slow or no service; utensils and entrees thrown at you, etc. Worst of all, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCccf0cPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oy9G7o1-uNE/s1600-h/P1050432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179282996673671410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCccf0cPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/oy9G7o1-uNE/s320/P1050432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we STILL had to pay 15% tips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we flew there, our trip was by foot or public transportation. When we walked, we often got lost. Their idea of a train is a bus inside a tunnel. We &lt;em&gt;unintentionally &lt;/em&gt;visited all of their landmarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we ended the trip with a show to the Blue Man Group. We have seen it before, but we couldn't help ourselves when the student discount (I saved my student IDs!) was almost 1/4 of what we had paid in New York. Looking back, that night in New York was the most romantic date that we have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCa8f0cMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Mz4k1DQhABM/s1600-h/P1050427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1945519053115746074?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1945519053115746074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1945519053115746074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/03/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CCbsf0cNI/AAAAAAAAAHc/a0vnsg2rG0g/s72-c/P1050434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1076465742902648279</id><published>2008-03-18T23:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:59:04.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Range</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CMzMf0cUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WCN0fyQTdoY/s1600-h/Photo-0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179294382631973186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CMzMf0cUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WCN0fyQTdoY/s320/Photo-0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago, a group of us went to the shooting range. As if I haven't heard enough stereotypes about the US and guns! I shot guns and rifles. It was an interesting experience. It was so scary pulling the trigger for the first time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, while I was firing, I don't think I knew where I was pointing to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me wearing glasses and googles that they gave me at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CMz8f0cVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q9fgOZx1Wus/s1600-h/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179294395516875090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CMz8f0cVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Q9fgOZx1Wus/s320/Photo-0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CM08f0cWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ur5qVCnSwpk/s1600-h/Photo-0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179294412696744290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CM08f0cWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Ur5qVCnSwpk/s320/Photo-0237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1076465742902648279?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1076465742902648279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1076465742902648279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/03/shooting-range.html' title='Shooting Range'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CMzMf0cUI/AAAAAAAAAIU/WCN0fyQTdoY/s72-c/Photo-0236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3628935794936625273</id><published>2008-03-18T23:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:58:48.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292737659498786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CLTcf0cSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x-umGTWprmg/s320/P1050412.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CLSsf0cRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9ZNcFQ0OMTc/s1600-h/P1050419.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to tell... but we were on a float at the Chinese New Year Parade in Flushing, NY. I have never been to a parade hosted by the city. And now, we were in one! However, it wasn't as cool as the ones that you would see on TV. People did wave to us though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CLTsf0cTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a5RFE8jwiwM/s1600-h/P1050409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179292741954466098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CLTsf0cTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/a5RFE8jwiwM/s320/P1050409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other &lt;em&gt;Chinese &lt;/em&gt;news, we went to the some cocktail party for the Chinese small business community. It was so stressful finding a dress! I feel obligated to buy a dress each time we go to a formal event. Not long before this, we attended a Chinese American Dental Association cocktail party for NYU and Columbia University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad I didn't take many pictures, and I was pretty wrapped up for pictures due to the air conditioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CO-sf0cYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X-iSLuN6juY/s1600-h/P1050307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179296779223724418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CO-sf0cYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/X-iSLuN6juY/s320/P1050307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3628935794936625273?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3628935794936625273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3628935794936625273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-new-year-parade.html' title='Chinese New Year Parade'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CLTcf0cSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/x-umGTWprmg/s72-c/P1050412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5321416808135060701</id><published>2008-03-11T01:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:12:11.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Me and Hubby!</title><content type='html'>I officially finished paying off of my student loan last week.  Luckily, my university wasn't that expensive.  By the time I graduated (minus scholarships and grants), I was in a debt of $13,000.  My loan kicked in in November.  It took me 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to save... for what first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In US, the university ranking is as follow:&lt;br /&gt;1. Princeton&lt;br /&gt;2. Harvard&lt;br /&gt;3. Yale&lt;br /&gt;4. Stanford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. U Penn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, my babe just got in to UPenn for Dental School!!  That's how many Porsche until you graduate?  I take full credit for all of those essays and surveys that I helped write and revise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5321416808135060701?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5321416808135060701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5321416808135060701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/03/congratulations-to-me-and-hubby.html' title='Congratulations to Me and Hubby!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5213113691142093068</id><published>2008-03-11T00:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:58:34.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WPM</title><content type='html'>I always had random mention about how fast I typed.  I was always the fastest typist when I took my typing class in 6th class.  It was all natural - just like the kids nowadays that spend endless hours in front of their computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone else caught up to speed.  It was like my height.  I grew quickly as a child.  Soon, I stopped growing while everyone grew taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I estimated that I typed 75 wpm.  However, I didn't think it was true.  To end my curiosity, I took 3 random tests.  I didn't try more than once on any of the tests.  My scores were as follow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 WPM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 WPM, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48;"&gt;102 WPM!!&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.testmytyping.com/typing-speed-test.php&lt;br /&gt;http://www.typeonline.co.uk/typingspeed.php&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5213113691142093068?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5213113691142093068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5213113691142093068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/03/wpm.html' title='WPM'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-2240610250447120042</id><published>2008-02-13T18:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:02:39.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>( ^.^ )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CQS8f0cZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pWgOySN2LkY/s1600-h/P1050326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179298226627703186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CQS8f0cZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pWgOySN2LkY/s320/P1050326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, Rob has been invited for an interview from multiple schools. He's everywhere. We are still waiting to hear from the California schools. As for me, there has been much changes at my workplace. My end-of-the-year performance assessment went very well. I received my bonus for last quarter. Now, I am continuing my program with the leadership portion. My last class is in July. Hopefully I'll be promoted then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, Rob and I celebrated our 1000th day anniversary. We went to see the Phantom of the Opera and dined during the "Restaurant Week." There was so much anticipation, because I have wanted to see Phantom of the Opera since I was 12. We were seated in the second row; everything was close. Even with my weak eyesight, I was able to see their spits and sweats. Though I have heard the soundtrack, I never knew the exact storyline until the night of the show. In the end, I was disappointed at the ending and storyline. Perhaps, it was overrated. Another disappointing factor was that people wore jeans and sneakers. How foolish was I to have thought that the audience would be different at a classic like this. On the bright side, the execution of the performance was 2 thumbs up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R7N6PeCKJSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7qY8e1m6Lq0/s1600-h/P1000409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166607603702834466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R7N6PeCKJSI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7qY8e1m6Lq0/s320/P1000409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1062100/0125151550085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://media.monstersandcritics.com/galleries/1062100/0125151550085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-2240610250447120042?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2240610250447120042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2240610250447120042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='( ^.^ )'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R-CQS8f0cZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/pWgOySN2LkY/s72-c/P1050326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6943731860189322591</id><published>2007-12-09T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:26:36.417-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Paradise Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Local food!  Conch fritters, conch salad, conch chowder, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xRXUAE_nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8eCekF7qrk/s1600-h/P1050116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142074335498141298" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xRXUAE_nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8eCekF7qrk/s320/P1050116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalik's Bahama's local beer.  Beer... yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xS9kAE_qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3ig2wpd9Pmg/s1600-h/P1040953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142076092139765410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xS9kAE_qI/AAAAAAAAAG0/3ig2wpd9Pmg/s320/P1040953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCH!  It's so yummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xS_kAE_rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XEeiQxTnt18/s1600-h/P1040963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142076126499503794" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xS_kAE_rI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XEeiQxTnt18/s320/P1040963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xTAEAE_sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/j7xm2lYV7BQ/s1600-h/P1050055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142076135089438402" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xTAEAE_sI/AAAAAAAAAHE/j7xm2lYV7BQ/s320/P1050055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xRXUAE_nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8eCekF7qrk/s1600-h/P1050116.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6943731860189322591?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6943731860189322591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6943731860189322591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='Paradise Island'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/R1xRXUAE_nI/AAAAAAAAAGc/C8eCekF7qrk/s72-c/P1050116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6655773409699734561</id><published>2007-11-29T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:11:37.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Woohoo</title><content type='html'>Next week, we're going to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BAHAMAS&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm so excited.  We loved it when we went by cruise in May.  This time, we're flying there, and we're staying at the famous Atlantis Resort.  On top of that, we're staying at the 5 star Royal Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying for some sunshine and warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6655773409699734561?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6655773409699734561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6655773409699734561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/11/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8562610921643542992</id><published>2007-10-22T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:28:45.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>花ざかりの君たちへ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Rob and I just finished the drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;花ざかりの君たちへ (Hanazakari no kimi tachi e).  It was one of the most entertaining show.  Go watch it!  In a snapshot, it's about a girl who dresses up as a guy to go to an all-male school.  The "cultural shock" is priceless.  Why would a bunch of guys cheer to Avril Lavigne's song, "Girlfriend."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Hey you you; I want to be your girlfriend?!?!  &lt;/span&gt;And, why would the beautiful ballroom dance be accompanied with the song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the music crew was high when they chose the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Japanese Dramas, there have been ups and downs.  I have seen some bad ones like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;喰いタン (Kuitan).  Hopefully, the next drama, &lt;/span&gt;プロポーズ大作戦 (Proposal Daisakusen) won't be a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8562610921643542992?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8562610921643542992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8562610921643542992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='花ざかりの君たちへ'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1030288598982436658</id><published>2007-10-09T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:27:38.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Jersey Shores '07</title><content type='html'>Keeping up with the tradition, Rob and I visited the Jersey Shores this year.  This time, we were fortunate enough to find a good deal at the place we stay at every year.  We visited Ocean City, Cape May, Seaside Heights, and Wildwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also encountered the Seafood Festival.  We ate a bunch of seafood and snacks on the boardwalk.  Yummy!  In addition, it was a beautiful long weekend.  I definitely did not expect to go to the beach in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun, fun, fun~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1030288598982436658?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1030288598982436658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1030288598982436658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/10/jersey-shores-07.html' title='Jersey Shores &apos;07'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-151146992311210780</id><published>2007-09-16T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:44:14.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>This Week in Food...</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weekends, I made banana nut bread. It was a huge success. I have mastered every recipe that I have found online. Thereafter, Rob wanted a dish of his own. So, this weekend, he made marble cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2dZGYhGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-R5ZQUroEN0/s1600-h/P1040617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110914206671117042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2dZGYhGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-R5ZQUroEN0/s320/P1040617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! ... if only he wore an apron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2dZWYhGwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xy8GprHbeLk/s1600-h/P1040614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110914210966084354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2dZWYhGwI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xy8GprHbeLk/s320/P1040614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complement the udon, we bought pre-made tempura. All we had to do was deep fry it. It was better than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2daGYhGxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5RZBGxG0F4s/s1600-h/P1040595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110914223850986258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2daGYhGxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5RZBGxG0F4s/s320/P1040595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I made fried banana!! I always eat it whenever it is available in restaurants. Little did I know that it was so easy to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2cYGYhGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/usbzevtDp-s/s1600-h/P1040632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110913089979620066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2cYGYhGuI/AAAAAAAAAF8/usbzevtDp-s/s320/P1040632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-151146992311210780?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/151146992311210780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/151146992311210780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-in-food.html' title='This Week in Food...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ru2dZGYhGvI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-R5ZQUroEN0/s72-c/P1040617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5981011042171129201</id><published>2007-09-08T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:34:12.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Recruiters</title><content type='html'>On my second week of work, a guy walked in with a group of friends. He wanted me to open an account for him. Unfortunately, I am not finished with my trainings; so, I would be unable to do so. As a result, I gave him the personal bankers' business cards. However, he insisted that he wanted my number, and that he would wait for me to finish my trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I was naive; I thought he really just wanted me to get the credit for it. However, the matter was not as simple as it appeared. On the next morning, I got a call from him. Apparently, he is a manager from Chase. He wanted to recruit me to his new branch that he will open in Manhattan. He figured that he can benefit from my Chinese language skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I am not a personal banker; instead, I am in the management program. He grew silent, and accepted my rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to appear to be disloyal. Thereafter, when I told my co-workers, I told them that I wouldn't have considered it for a split second. On the other hand, they were giving me advice as to how to handle the situation. I was told that I should at least figure out how much he was to offer me. Obviously, when you're doing that, you're pulling people with a much higher offer. At the same time, another co-worker advised me that I should consider the location the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they were all too familiar with it. I guess, next time, I &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; ask how much they would offer me - just to cure my curosity. Then again, I am not going to become a personal banker when I'm in a training program to be an Assistant Manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, everyone is surprised how quickly I was recruited. Now, I wonder, of all the customers, how many are there just to scout and shop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5981011042171129201?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5981011042171129201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5981011042171129201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/09/recruiters.html' title='Recruiters'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8067124786748537380</id><published>2007-09-04T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:39:29.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My First Week of Work</title><content type='html'>My first week of work was rather interesting.  My time at work is split into two halves.  On one end, I am at the lobby helping out; on the other, I am doing independent study/training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of my week was probably the video that I have watched on security/safety measures.  It included a list of things I should do in case of robbery, health emergencies, natural disaster, etc.  Since it is confidential, I don't think I will disclose the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is the center for everything.  A few years ago, we had the 9/11 terrorist attack.  In recent years, NYC has been notorious for blackouts.  More recently, there was the steam pipe explosion last month.  At last, I have heard 2 incidents last week that banks were robbed in the city.  Not to mention that when it rains a little heavily, the subway stops running.  So, as you can see, the video was definitely the most important thing I will ever learn for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I have gotten to know a bit about everyone at work.  Right now, I just want to learn everything so I can start hitting my goals and get my bonuses/commissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I got my name tag.  Underneath my full name, it says "I can speak Cantonese" in Chinese.  If only it was possible, my manager is probably dying to add "I can speak a little bit of Japanese/Mandarin, too."  LOL.  However, aside from Spanish, the only other non-English prospects I see are Koreans.  Too bad I never tried to learn Korean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of last week was probably my paycheck and my 3-day weekend.  I'm so glad we have Labor Day off.  We saw "Halloween," "A Battle of the Wits" (Chinese movie by Andy Lau), "28 Weeks Later," and Japanese drama.  We also went to Dave and Buster (the adults' version of Chuck E Cheese) with a group of friends. Moreover, we went to the 3rd or 4th mall/outlet in the past 2 weeks to shop for work clothes/shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, my biggest accomplishment yet- After our yummy slice of Banana Nut Bread at Starbucks, we made a whole loaf!  It was so yummy and unhealthy.  The ingredient included about a cup of sugar, a cup of butter, etc.  I have never made something more successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8067124786748537380?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8067124786748537380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8067124786748537380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-week-of-work.html' title='My First Week of Work'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8454701061089564512</id><published>2007-09-03T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T00:08:27.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;22.55%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is the percentage of total taxes withheld from my bi-weekly paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.7% went to Federal Income Tax (FIT)&lt;br /&gt;1.44% went to Medicare&lt;br /&gt;6.2% went to Social Security&lt;br /&gt;2.52% went to New York State Income Tax&lt;br /&gt;1.68% went to Queens City Income Tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did my net pay equal to?  Zero, practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't even the end of it.  I won't qualify for medical benefits until 2 months later.  And, by then, I'll probably have my deductibles, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, it was a pleasant surprise that my paycheck arrived in my mail exactly at the end of my first week of employment.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8454701061089564512?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8454701061089564512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8454701061089564512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/09/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4710037521388482221</id><published>2007-08-27T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T22:17:11.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Hospital -- Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mom was discharged from the hospital this afternoon. &lt;/span&gt; We weren't notified until this morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She's much better now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened was... Her colon (large intestine) was infected.  The most obvious symptom was her terrible abdominal pain.  It has many factors - Diabetes, Old age, Lack of fiber, and lack of exercise.  In general, she had bumps on her large intestine that popped.  All of the puss leaked and caused an infection.  They did a procedure where they had used a needle to take out the puss.  Normally, if her part of her organs (ie. bladder) are not functioning properly, she would need a surgery.  However, after the small procedure, some rest and antibiotics, she's better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went to the ER last Friday, and she was diagnosed for Diverticulitis.  After 11 hours at the ER with her, she was finally admitted to the hospital at 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited her; she looks much better.  On her first day at the ER, she was poked 9 times for blood sample and IV.  Two nurses poked her about 6 times and missed.  Finally, the doctor did the job in 1 shot.  By now, 3 days later, she has probably been poked about 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she had a small procedure two days ago, and she's fine now.  She can finally eat.  The case management team will review her status tomorrow to see if she can go home.  There's a chance that she might need surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 11 hours in the ER, I have only noticed one thing - that no one knows anything.  Maybe I'll explain next time when I'm not so sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4710037521388482221?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4710037521388482221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4710037521388482221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/hospital.html' title='Hospital -- Updated'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-2036467033657298566</id><published>2007-08-27T22:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:17:19.516-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>I need to write an entry to reflect on my work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the banking center that I work at, there is a temporary Manager, Assistant Manager Associate (me), Small Business Specialist, 2 personal bankers, and about 4 tellers.  The location is great.  It's a 30 minute subway ride, and the station is right across the street.  It's right at Grand Central Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I worked a 9 to 5 schedule.  The banking center only opens M-F from 8 am to 6 pm.  So, my schedule will only have 3 variations - 8-4, 9-5, or 10-6.  What sucks, however, is the lunch break.  We only get a 30-minute lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the vault today.  It was rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, it's extremely hectic.  I was so tired from smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-2036467033657298566?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2036467033657298566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2036467033657298566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4350154268611167779</id><published>2007-08-21T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:20:28.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>My Creme Brulee Secret</title><content type='html'>Here is an updated entry with the picture.  As you can see, Rob just turned 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rs4yBicwe0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/oD85y5WMWKE/s1600-h/P1040422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rs4yBicwe0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/oD85y5WMWKE/s320/P1040422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102070429866031938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google!  I google everything.  I found all of my yummy recipes online.  I would even google a restaurant's recipe, and they usually have a copy-cat recipe of it.   Please look at the link below for creme brulee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/recs/262/Easy_Creme_Brulee6793.shtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Generally, I found this to be the easiest.  Usually, they'll tell you to use the stove, and all kinds of stuff.  For this, the oven does everything you need with the recipe.  In addition, get the torch.  It's fun.  Rob and I have been burning all kinds of things, esp. marshmallow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I came across another recipe where it stated that the ingredient "Heavy Cream" is not called Heavy Cream in places outside of the United States.  I think it's called Whipping Cream or something.  Anyway, I got my Heavy Cream at the section where they store milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, I had to bake it much longer than the directions given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, Hayley!   It was easy and yummy.   And, Honey... It was very very hard to make!  And, only I was talented enough to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;make the yummy Creme Brulee for you.  lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4350154268611167779?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4350154268611167779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4350154268611167779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-creme-brulee-secret.html' title='My Creme Brulee Secret'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rs4yBicwe0I/AAAAAAAAAF0/oD85y5WMWKE/s72-c/P1040422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5825267680826377736</id><published>2007-08-20T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:09:44.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>The Next 5, 10 Years...</title><content type='html'>"Where do you see yourself in the next 5, 10 years?"  I get that question very often at job interviews.  I generally just brush them off by saying that I believe in higher education, and I plan to enroll in MBA part time.  More generally, I answer them by saying that I will be in a higher position.  For example, for Citigroup's Business Analyst position, I told them that I see myself as a Senior Analyst or a General Manager.  For Bank of America, I told them that I see myself at the cozy office that I was interviewed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my Assistant Manager Associate program is 12-24 months long.  Hopefully, I will finish it in 12 months.  As for Rob, he is still applying for Dental School for the entering class in Fall 2008.  If time allows, I would like to make use of my tuition reimbursement and take classes.  Perhaps, a master before I get my MBA?  Realistically, that won't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 5 years, Rob will be busy as a student.  Meanwhile, I will be busy getting my part-time MBA.  If we're still in New York, I would attend NYU part-time.  Otherwise, there isn't enough part-time programs available as of now; also, going to school full-time will not be feasible when I have to support my family.  My dear uncle suggested that I should give my parents an obscene amount of money per month.  He had such high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Fall 2008, we will know what state we will be in.  Subsequently, we will be living together.  5 years later, Rob will graduate from Dental School.  He can then practice dentistry, or he will have to do residency to apply for specializations - ie. orthodontist, endodontist, periodontist, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next 10 years?  Who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am now convincing Rob to support my parents.  LOL.  I get to apply for Stanford's full time program, and we get to live in San Francisco!  Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5825267680826377736?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5825267680826377736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5825267680826377736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/next-5-10-years.html' title='The Next 5, 10 Years...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4941235053670503777</id><published>2007-08-19T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T00:10:16.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Occasion'/><title type='text'>Honey's Birthday</title><content type='html'>"Nobody likes you when you're 23." - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's My Age Again&lt;/span&gt; by Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob's 23rd Birthday was on Wednesday.  We celebrated his 23rd birthday as if it was his 3rd.  Majority of his presents were toys!  On top of that, we went to the aquarium!  -- but it was fun and the environment was pleasant.  Originally, I planned to go snorkeling,  shark dive, or the Linkin Park's concert.  Unfortunately, my employer has been holding back 3 months' worth of my paychecks, and I'm $200 shy of being officially broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of us love to eat.  For the past year, we have learned to make everything that we loved to eat in restaurants.  One by one, we eliminated the choices of restaurants that we would go to.  So far, we have eliminated Apple Bee's spinach dip, Ruby Tuesday's mini burgers, buffalo wings, fried calamari, Thai fried rice, Peter Luger's steak, Korean kalbi ribs, and many more!  Soon, we will cook TGI Friday's fried macaroni, Red Lobster's stuffed mushrooms, and Houlihan's potato soup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Rob's Birthday Eve, we had - Seafood Fra Diavolo, Mussels, Shrimp Cocktail, and Creme Brulee!  I'm so proud, esp. on the Creme Brulee~  They turned out to be perfect; it was my first time cooking these dishes, too!  Oh, and Rob made me my favorite, new drink - Bahama Mama Rum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4941235053670503777?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4941235053670503777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4941235053670503777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/honeys-birthday.html' title='Honey&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8649908823507872195</id><published>2007-08-17T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:00:53.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Citigroup &amp; Bank of America</title><content type='html'>I had the phone interview today with Citigroup.  They have 5 openings, and they seem to be interested in me - more so, desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job pays around $60k US.  I say, "around," because that's what I was told.  However, this Business Analyst position, I would be expected to have 60-hour week.  I can leave when I finish my tasks, but I can't if I don't.  So, whereas, one day I may leave at 3 pm, the other I may have to stay until 8 or 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Business Analyst within that department will be promoted after 2 years, or work at another department.  The job description is interesting; I would be able to apply what I have learned from my Business Management degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I am scheduled to start on Aug 27 at Bank of America.  They don't open on weekends and there will probably be no overtime work needed.  The lifestyle will be rather stable.  My offer and benefits package is coming in the mail.  Anyway, it looks like I will stay with Bank of America because the pay is similar when I include the bonuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8649908823507872195?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8649908823507872195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8649908823507872195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/citigroup-bank-of-america.html' title='Citigroup &amp; Bank of America'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6608453097016310888</id><published>2007-08-13T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:54:21.626-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Dim Sum~</title><content type='html'>My father has 11 siblings, and my mother has 5.  Over the Summer, my mom's oldest sister visited, and she will soon leave in September.  As a result, we have planned a get-together this coming Saturday at a dim sum restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend was invited.  He will soon meet all of my relatives in the tri-state area.  He already met 3 of them.  Now, he will soon meet about 7 others -- assuming that my cousins won't show up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6608453097016310888?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6608453097016310888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6608453097016310888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/dim-sum.html' title='Dim Sum~'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6700470499015693123</id><published>2007-08-11T00:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T01:16:19.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>About Interviews</title><content type='html'>LOL.  It didn't fit in the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had group interviews; I can imagine them to be intimidating.  I tend to cure my curiosity by googling like crazy - so I'd know what I'm expecting.  Generally, aside from the company's website, forums helped me a lot.  I don't think I can give any advice besides th&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; typical ones like be calm, confident, dress for success, etc.  Instead, below are what I have done and questions I have been asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general,&lt;br /&gt;1. I have expressed great interests in the corporations with clear and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;objective &lt;/span&gt;reasons.  I usually sound unusually optimistic.  I'd remember a few stats about the company/industry that you can "show off".  I tend to think that besides that I am suitable for the job, I'm usually just likable.  For the Daiichi job interview, I made stupid jokes (they turned out to be very informal).  For HSBC job, I spoke on a friend-level asking for advice as a Financial Advisor (he turned out to like my curiosity and interest about the job).  Of course, however, speak professionally. &lt;br /&gt;2. I have shown objective evidence that I have the experience in the position that I am applying for.    If I didn't, I would tie in other experience that are closely related to it.  I didn't have experience in sales, but I had experience in fundraising.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ask questions; let your curiosity and interest show.  Never ask questions that you can find out from the company's website.&lt;br /&gt;4. Email the interviewers asap to thank them.  Send a snail mail within a week to thank them.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make sure you know what the position you are applying for entails!  Make sure you know their job descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd review the qualifications for the job and make sure I address all of them when I am asked to describe myself.  Like, if they're looking for a team player, I'd stress how I am a team player. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daiichi Life:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where do you see yourself in x years? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Getting my MBA; stressed on the importance of higher education to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Summarize your experience.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you think the difference is between Japanese and American? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Explained the difference between Asian's work ethics and Westerners' work ethics.  (Racist comments, but they bought it and laughed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What Chinese restaurant would you take the executive of Daiichi if he were to visit New York? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Peking Duck, Shanghai Food - soupy dumplings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What are some positive qualities you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Good work ethics, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What are some negative traits you have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I blanked out.  I said I was a workaholic, and I have taken steps to balance my work and life.   (The trick is to say something negative that isn't really negative)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Does that mean you are not as serious anymore?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- No, blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSBC (3 interviews)&lt;br /&gt;1. Summarize your experience.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you know about Finance?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Nothing; I can never learn enough in classrooms.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What experience do you have with sales?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Fundraising; if I can convince alumni to donate $ to the school that they didn't even like, I can do anything with sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. What are some positive qualities you have? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. What are some negative traits you have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I blanked out again.  I said something about work and family again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank of America (3 interviews, assessment, survey, phone interview)&lt;br /&gt;1. Situational Q&amp;A:&lt;br /&gt;- If the customer disagree with your recommendation to open a certain account and s/he asked to speak with another personal banker, how would you handle this? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I would explain to them in detail why I have made the recommendation.  If s/he insisted on speaking to another personal banker, I would allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- How would you avoid similar problem in the future? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- I would give detail explanation before suggesting a product/service.  I would be less aggressive.  I would present the recommendation as an only an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- How would you gather your information for a project that you have no experience in? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Internet, experienced peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Phone Interview:&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think the everyday life is for a personal banker?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Opening accounts, meeting sales goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Interviews:&lt;br /&gt;- Questions on language proficiency - situational question&lt;br /&gt;- Role play for coaching an unmotivated subordinate who hasn't met their sales goal - (assistant manager &amp; subordinate) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ask open-ended questions, offer help, monitor what s/he did wrong, be sympathetic and asked if there were problems at home, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Role play for my experience at a fundraising environment (alumni &amp; caller)&lt;br /&gt;- Do you think tellers are important? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Extremely, because they deal with 90%+ of customers and they are essential for bring sales by referrals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why do you want to work for Bank of America? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Specific stats on its position in the industry; Growth / Sounded Optimistic (will soon be the benchmark in the industry and overall amoung all organizations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How did you hear about this position? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Were looking for management trainee position; it was the only one of its kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you were the assistant manager tomorrow, how would you increase sales? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Since we can't pull customers in and tellers deal with most of the customer, I'd demand tellers to ask for referrals to see if the customer will open up accounts that they don't have based on our information of them. (They were impressed that I observed this as a customer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What are some of the first things you would do if you were hired? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Make sure I know what the tellers are doing, because I wouldn't want to be managed by someone who doesn't know what I'm doing as well.  I see that personal bankers and tellers may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;segregated&lt;/span&gt; due to the duties/responsibilities.  I can imagine that personal bankers who have worked for 1+ year and not know the tellers.  Therefore, I would postpone getting to know peers who I work closely with and make sure I befriend the tellers first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Negative Traits&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; - I blanked out yet again.  (You'd think I would have a set answer by now)  I made up something about how I treat my subordinates as merely subordinates, and I should listen to them on a level as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. Survey:&lt;br /&gt;- Behavioral questions on management - basic questions I already learned from my major&lt;br /&gt;- ie. What's more important? - profit, employees, etc. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Employees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staffing firms &amp;amp; others:&lt;br /&gt;- Summarize your resume/experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6700470499015693123?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6700470499015693123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6700470499015693123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-interviews.html' title='About Interviews'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4394971318361595406</id><published>2007-08-10T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:22:44.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can always trust my supervisor (Doctor for occupational medicine) to be the cynical one when giving advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked the career center for advice.  They generally did not like the fact that I am going on another interview.  On the other hand, the doctor put me back to reality.  She said that employers can fire you without blinking an eye; so I should take on any opportunity as soon as I see one.  It's true, especially when I have read heartfelt comments by former employees who were fired to cut cost by monstrous corporations like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it makes me wonder.  The positions have been subconsciously compared when speaking to others.  I makes me realized how lowly people think of the Assistant Manager Associate job.  I suppose so.  In plain terms, I will start as a personal banker.  Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when is she gonna call me to schedule the interview!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4394971318361595406?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4394971318361595406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4394971318361595406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-can-always-trust-my-supervisor-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3947971849524765357</id><published>2007-08-09T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:24:33.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Business Analyst = Management Consultant!</title><content type='html'>I have never been so nervous about an interview before.  All of my confidence is gone.  Our whole idea that an interview is really yours to lose is gone.  I applied with a cocky cover letter (because I had multiple job offers at hand).  Now, my desire for the position is making me humble again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some research, I found out that the occupation Business Analyst is equivalent to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Management Consultant&lt;/span&gt;.  I favored the Bank of America's Assistant Manager Associate job earlier because it gives me the management experience I need to apply for top 10 MBA schools in the future.  However, it just hits me now that the Business Analyst position is everything about management!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a nervous wreck!  I still have to wait for the assistant/secretary to get back to me to confirm my interview appointment.  I fit the qualifications perfectly, except for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;preferred but not required &lt;/span&gt;consulting experience.  Hopefully, my current title as a research analyst will help me win the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to a the Association of Management Consulting Firms, typical earnings in 2004—including bonuses and profit sharing—averaged $52,482 for research associates in member firms; $65,066 for entry-level consultants; $89,116 for management consultants; $123,305 for senior consultants; $191,664 for junior partners; and $317,339 for senior partners. Only the most experienced workers in highly successful management consulting firms earn these top salaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, Bank of America has treated me well.  Hey, I got a raise and a higher compensation before I started!  I guess, I can never lose.  The Bank of America's position is still more than I ever expected when I graduated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3947971849524765357?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3947971849524765357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3947971849524765357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/business-analyst-management-consultant.html' title='Business Analyst = Management Consultant!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4102478681017381038</id><published>2007-08-09T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:59:41.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Dilemma Again!</title><content type='html'>I accepted the Bank of America's Assistant Manager Associate position verbally.  However, I was contacted by Citigroup today.  The Bank of America &lt;em&gt;is &lt;/em&gt;the perfect job.  However, the position at Citigroup is "Business Analyst"!  I always wanted to be a Financal Analyst or something at a cozy office without dealing with customers.  The base pay is higher than that of the Bank of America.  However, assuming that I get all of the bonus, it equals the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4102478681017381038?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4102478681017381038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4102478681017381038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/dilemma-again.html' title='Dilemma Again!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4532632965832168161</id><published>2007-08-07T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:00:22.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>I'm Hired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;More importantly, I took the job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, AND!-- T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey increased my salary and compensation package!   &lt;/span&gt;I was told how much I would make when I first applied - This way, they can screen out applicants.  Now, they increased my salary by $6000 a year!  Additionally, I was told that I wouldn't be able to receive the quarterly commissions until I become an Assistant Manager in 1.5-2 yrs.  However, I qualify for that as well!  I am qualify for at most $4000 per quarter - if I reach their sales goal.  That's a possibility of $16,000 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full benefits package - visions, dental, medical, 401k, and everything else!!  More importantly, unlike other employers, I will be qualified for tuition reimbursements right away!  And?  Accounting classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there's a Bank of America wherever Rob and I decide to go in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love interviews.  I'm so good at them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4532632965832168161?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4532632965832168161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4532632965832168161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/08/finally.html' title='I&apos;m Hired!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6255753844034363622</id><published>2007-07-27T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:03:19.483-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Credit Score'/><title type='text'>753</title><content type='html'>No, it's not my GMAT (Graduate Management Admission Test) score.  Boy, do I wish!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Note, the highest is 800.)  The average score to get into Harvard Business is 720.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Instead, it is my credit score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your score is very high. As a result credit will likely be readily available to you, often at attractive rates. It is unlikely that your credit application would be denied based on this score alone. The fact that you have received such a high score implies that you scored the maximum (or very near the maximum) possible points for many of the aspects that are evaluated by the FICO score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6255753844034363622?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6255753844034363622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6255753844034363622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/753.html' title='753'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-63779427771851388</id><published>2007-07-24T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:54:38.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Baby Doctor</title><content type='html'>Who would have known that the guy who wears, "Trust me, I am a doctor" t-shirt would be operating alongside with an endodontist.  For the past weeks, Rob has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shadowing &lt;/span&gt;an endodontist, stitching up patients and doing root canals.  I still remember the horrifying moment when he came back the first day telling me that he operated on patients. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written about my boyfriend for a while.  He took his Dental Admission Test in June.  Now, I await for him to apply for dental schools.  This will all determine our residency in the years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Bank of America is reassigning me to another town.  In other words, I won't be working full-time for the next month.  I will continue to go on interviews.  On the other hand, I found out that my part-time position is Research Analyst!  Woohoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated, I had to redo paperworks to continue to be employed by my part-time employer.  When I was in school, I was an intern.  Then, I thought we agreed to the title, "Project Aide."  However, I just checked my employee/student account, and it shows "Research Analyst."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-63779427771851388?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/63779427771851388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/63779427771851388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/baby-doctor.html' title='Baby Doctor'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1009251617436330426</id><published>2007-07-16T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:26:48.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Last Interview?</title><content type='html'>Today, I had a final interview with the Bank of America's Banking Center Manager and Assistant Manager.  After my final meeting with HSBC, I have grown to prefer the position at Bank of America.  The branch is new; it is less than an year old.  Although the branch is small, it is comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, banking centers have very spacious cubicles.  This one, on the other hand, has very small rooms.  Hey, a room is a room.  Then again, even with the door closed, I'll have no privacy with the glass door and window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The branch's structure is as follow: In management, listing from the top, there is the Manager, the Assistant Manager (what I would ultimately become in approx. 1.5 years), and the Supervisor who trains/manages tellers.  In the sales area, there are the bankers and the tellers, totaling about 10 other people.  Once again, I'll start out as a personal banker.  Then, I'd move on to become the second in command for the branch in 1-2 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the hardest interview today.  I had to speak Mandarin!  Mandarin-skill is extremely important at this branch that consists of 90% Mandarin-speaking customers.  Let's say, I got by.  The manager took out a credit card pamphlet and asked me to guide him to fill it out and to explain its benefits.  In the end, I think they were convinced that my minimal mandarin can get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd hear from them within the next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1009251617436330426?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1009251617436330426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1009251617436330426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-interview.html' title='Last Interview?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6990307172210302049</id><published>2007-07-11T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:34:35.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Closer and Closer</title><content type='html'>The process is coming to an end - for both companies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSBC wants me to go to their branch in Chinatown again.  They will extend me an offer and I will be there to fill out applications.  In other words, I'm hired!  Of course, I won't accept the offer on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the executive from Bank of America liked me.  Thereafter, I will be going in next Monday to meet with the bank manager who will work with me.  Ironically, for Bank of America, I will be going to Flushing - the Mandarin speaking community.  Flushing is also the place that I was originally supposed to work at in HSBC - until they found out that I don't speak Mandarin fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's inevitable that I will be working at a Chinese community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bank of America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: Rob and I go there everyday to eat anyway.  It's a 20 minute commute by bus.  It's convenient and close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learning Opportunity: &lt;/span&gt;I will be forced to speak Mandarin.  I will be able to practice it and use it to my advantage later on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Position:&lt;/span&gt; I'll be an Assistant Manager in 1-2 years.  I love to manage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience: &lt;/span&gt;Management and sales; it will be beneficial when I apply for my MBA degree or other positions in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Low Pay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learning Opportunity: &lt;/span&gt;No sponsorship for licenses.  I will be an unlicensed personal banker like everyone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learning Opportunity: &lt;/span&gt;Paid sponsorship for my licenses to sell stock, insurance, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience&lt;/span&gt;: I will be working under Financial Advisors and find out how they make the insane amount of money that they don't deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Employer&lt;/span&gt;: HSBC is much better than Bank of America in the industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: I will be with Securities, not Banking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location&lt;/span&gt;: It's a 1.5 hour commute with crazy rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OT: &lt;/span&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expected &lt;/span&gt;to go to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-mandatory&lt;/span&gt; night meetings every week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Experience: &lt;/span&gt;On my resume, I'm pretty much the same as a licensed administrative assistant/secretary.  (On the other hand, they told me that I will be doing more sales than clerical duties.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Direct Supervisors: &lt;/span&gt;I don't see myself learning anything from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Direct Supervisors: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;They are so incapable that I see myself surpassing them in no time.  That means faster promotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;=) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay: &lt;/span&gt;I can't imagine their offer to be lower than Bank of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6990307172210302049?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6990307172210302049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6990307172210302049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/closer-and-closer.html' title='Closer and Closer'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5918845859251809995</id><published>2007-07-06T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:18:32.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>Camping pictures, Cruise pictures, &amp;amp; parasailing video~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5918845859251809995?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5918845859251809995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5918845859251809995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-2010236232293616668</id><published>2007-07-06T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:18:45.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>So last week, we went to upstate New York with our friends and a group of auxiliary.  Having only lived in Hong Kong and New York City, it was no surprise that it was my first time camping.  It was more leisure than I thought.  Rob, who claims that he is from Ohio (despite the many years he has lived in NY), called it city-people camping.  Personally, it was nothing like what I had imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Jessica Simpson, who had to eat canned tuna, we had a feast.  We had barbecues - burgers, steak, hot dogs, chicken, etc.  We didn't hike.  The only time we were more than 50 steps away from our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assigned camping area&lt;/span&gt; for the group, we drove.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we were on the hammock for most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65lPTes9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v9JFzWhN2PA/s1600-h/P1040218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65lPTes9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v9JFzWhN2PA/s320/P1040218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084205078762402770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... we know who does the work.  LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65lvTes-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pnr_TvzsZBA/s1600-h/P1040245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65lvTes-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Pnr_TvzsZBA/s320/P1040245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084205087352337378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65l_Tes_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mi0ApWy6FuM/s1600-h/P1040257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65l_Tes_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Mi0ApWy6FuM/s320/P1040257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084205091647304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our camping trip, we also had the luxury of a paddle boat and a canoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6-uvTetBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SUFKgXbxiwA/s1600-h/P1040182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6-uvTetBI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SUFKgXbxiwA/s320/P1040182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084210739529298962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65mPTetAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VUq2L5ZOo1g/s1600-h/P1040273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65mPTetAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/VUq2L5ZOo1g/s320/P1040273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084205095942272002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-2010236232293616668?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2010236232293616668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2010236232293616668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro65lPTes9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/v9JFzWhN2PA/s72-c/P1040218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3701290879925469467</id><published>2007-07-06T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T17:40:38.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norweigian Cruise Line (NCL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spirit Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Itinerary: New York, NY // Port Canaveral, FL // Nassau, Bahamas // Great Stirrup Cay // New York, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Behind us is the New York City skyline.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6waPTes3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9aXb0X8VJvY/s1600-h/IMG_4978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6waPTes3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9aXb0X8VJvY/s320/IMG_4978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084194994179191666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the back of the cruise.  Behind me was the kiddie pool area.  It looked so fun.  They had slides and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6zvfTes8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/40DeGxvkeXY/s1600-h/P1030743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6zvfTes8I/AAAAAAAAAFE/40DeGxvkeXY/s320/P1030743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084198657786295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wZvTes2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/m1gt3Fv9ivk/s1600-h/IMG_5123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wZvTes2I/AAAAAAAAAEU/m1gt3Fv9ivk/s320/IMG_5123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084194985589257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room was much better than we imagined.  We had a window view room, and the window was huge.  They cleaned our room 2x a day; it was sort of annoying.  By the end of our 6-day vacation, we were sea sick for a few days on land!  It was unheard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise used to be a casino cruise.  Therefore, the interior of the cruise has an oriental touch.  There are signs in Chinese.  On top of a casino, there is a mahjong room.  However, people play cards there.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wavTes4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nVcq2F1Pzb0/s1600-h/IMG_4986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wavTes4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/nVcq2F1Pzb0/s320/IMG_4986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084195002769126274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have uploaded more pictures, but all of the beautiful outdoor pictures were of me in bikinis.  So, oh well.  Anyway, for our shore excursions, we went to 1. Disney's Typhoon Lagoon (water park), 2. Parasailing, 3. Snorkeling, 4. Pearl Hunting Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney's Typhoon Lagoon&lt;/span&gt;: We actually decided to go after we stumbled on a show on the Disney's channel.  They had a man-made beach with artificial waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parasailing&lt;/span&gt;: It was beautiful.  We even had someone capture it on video.  Towards the middle, there is a section where the cruise is right behind us.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ee895520f74dd5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03ee895520f74dd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537836D78156BE7627C250CB53454D700D2C538A.5709CF7A20394B2E0BE4C180692A30218DDA4E58%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ee895520f74dd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPisH-2miK0ZvuJAYkffJcNXaCsQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03ee895520f74dd5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333135581%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D537836D78156BE7627C250CB53454D700D2C538A.5709CF7A20394B2E0BE4C180692A30218DDA4E58%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ee895520f74dd5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPisH-2miK0ZvuJAYkffJcNXaCsQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58iPTeslI/AAAAAAAAACM/ALjNO_kHlvI/s1600-h/IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58iPTeslI/AAAAAAAAACM/ALjNO_kHlvI/s320/IMG_5285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084137957013500498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;: There were so many different schools of fish.  The highlight was definitely the Summer Flounder.  It camouflage itself with the sand.  (You can find it in the beginning of Finding Nemo, too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pearl Hunting Island&lt;/span&gt;: I wasted a lot of time trying to get use to the waves with my snorkeling equipment.  Doh!  So, we didn't find any pearl.  Instead, we found a beautiful Bahamian conch shell.  We learned a local phrase, "Ya, Man."  It was strange, but we definitely heard it over a dozen time on one day.  Additionally, they prepared the Bahamian conch shell's meat - sashimi/salad style.  A couple of guys, including Rob, was tricked into eating a part of the conch shell that equaled to 4 blue pills.  Haha.  Additionally, we even got to pet and fed a couple of stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stingrays Encounter:&lt;/span&gt; Stingrays have definitely gained its popularity after Steve Irwin's death. Rob's faith was similar. He was "bitten" (not stung) but a stingray when he fed it with squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58h_TeskI/AAAAAAAAACE/wKGNfipW9B4/s1600-h/IMG_5131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58h_TeskI/AAAAAAAAACE/wKGNfipW9B4/s320/IMG_5131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084137952718533186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58g_TesiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oPi2FBd9qlQ/s1600-h/IMG_5094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58g_TesiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/oPi2FBd9qlQ/s320/IMG_5094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084137935538663970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FKvTesyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7lX_OOrg30A/s1600-h/P1030953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FKvTesyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7lX_OOrg30A/s320/P1030953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147448891224866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day Emergency Preparation Briefing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FL_Tes1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LxA7vjItix0/s1600-h/IMG_4964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FL_Tes1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/LxA7vjItix0/s320/IMG_4964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147470366061394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Bahama Mama Rum, my new favorite fruity drink on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FLPTeszI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ypPHp5y6LDo/s1600-h/P1030957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FLPTeszI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ypPHp5y6LDo/s320/P1030957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147457481159474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling on the hammock at NCL's private island. It was beautiful. It was the first time I swam at night under the starry sky. (And, jumping in with clothes does not count).  The water was so clear.  We also had a beach party, and we did the macrarena, the chicken dance, etc.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FLfTes0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jXTB7h3fbhA/s1600-h/P1030983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FLfTes0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/jXTB7h3fbhA/s320/P1030983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147461776126786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the cruise, we took tons of pictures.  We probably took 3 dozens of professional photography.  In the end, we only bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6BfvTesuI/AAAAAAAAADU/CSyTtCLkfE0/s1600-h/P1030926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6BfvTesuI/AAAAAAAAADU/CSyTtCLkfE0/s320/P1030926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084143411621966562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-5_TesoI/AAAAAAAAACk/5jeZGbZ4Yn0/s1600-h/P1030780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-5_TesoI/AAAAAAAAACk/5jeZGbZ4Yn0/s320/P1030780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084140564058649218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times, we took dancing lessons - Swing Dance, Salsa, &amp; Merengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-6PTespI/AAAAAAAAACs/y7e0DVNYVzA/s1600-h/P1030806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-6PTespI/AAAAAAAAACs/y7e0DVNYVzA/s320/P1030806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084140568353616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-6fTesqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nSu3AD8JmRY/s1600-h/P1030834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-6fTesqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nSu3AD8JmRY/s320/P1030834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084140572648583842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was full of little lives every where.  Not to mention, we found a hermit crab and a snail as well.  You don't want to know what we did to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58hfTesjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sbvbeX4qzts/s1600-h/IMG_5130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58hfTesjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sbvbeX4qzts/s320/IMG_5130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084137944128598578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wbfTes6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/scM-2kJNomA/s1600-h/IMG_5359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wbfTes6I/AAAAAAAAAE0/scM-2kJNomA/s320/IMG_5359.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084195015654028194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wbPTes5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GHa3JNUygXU/s1600-h/IMG_5263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6wbPTes5I/AAAAAAAAAEs/GHa3JNUygXU/s320/IMG_5263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084195011359060882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the things mentioned, the cruise also had jacuzzi, basketball hoops, a very small golf practice area/driving range, table tennis, spas, gym, night club, Bar, Pub, Lounge, duty free shop, etc. One of the most popular event was Bingo! Haha. We didn't go though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about NCL was their "freestyle cruising."  Everything was inclusive.  We dined whenever we wanted, however often we wanted.  What does this mean?  2 straight 6-course dinners!  We tried all of their cuisine - French, Italian, Asian Fusion, Buffet, Steakhouse, Room Service, Breakfast, Cafe, 5-course restaurants, etc.  We ate non-stop whenever we were in the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58ivTesmI/AAAAAAAAACU/B8qfkE0KMiA/s1600-h/IMG_5416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro58ivTesmI/AAAAAAAAACU/B8qfkE0KMiA/s320/IMG_5416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084137965603435106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FKfTesxI/AAAAAAAAADs/B3tGT6g2Msk/s1600-h/P1030944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6FKfTesxI/AAAAAAAAADs/B3tGT6g2Msk/s320/P1030944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084147444596257554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro5-6_TesrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/B4dIGgu3VHA/s1600-h/P1030882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6BfPTestI/AAAAAAAAADM/RKDfMouradA/s320/P1030898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084143403032031954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6Be_TessI/AAAAAAAAADE/cW2AHVKV18M/s1600-h/P1030891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6Be_TessI/AAAAAAAAADE/cW2AHVKV18M/s320/P1030891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084143398737064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3701290879925469467?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ee895520f74dd5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3701290879925469467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3701290879925469467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/norweigian-cruise-line-ncl-spirit.html' title='Cruise'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Ro6waPTes3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/9aXb0X8VJvY/s72-c/IMG_4978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8225669932523231434</id><published>2007-07-05T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T22:20:08.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>My Degree Cleared!</title><content type='html'>Degree:                Bachelor of Science&lt;br /&gt;Confer Date:        2007-05-18&lt;br /&gt;Degree Honor:    Cum Laude&lt;br /&gt;Plan:                     Business Management&lt;br /&gt;Plan:                     Economics Major&lt;br /&gt;Plan:                     International Studies Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Bank of America had to do an extensive background on me - residential history, past employment, and education background.  When they checked my education, my degree was non-existence.  Then, I found out that both of the departments for my majors failed to&lt;br /&gt;clear my degree.  For my Business Management major, they simply failed to process my record.  For my Economics major, they lost my documents.  (This happened to Rob, too.  His department lost his essay the day before the ceremony!  Luckily, he kept receipt for submitting the essay.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the day of the deadline, my degree finally cleared.  This is 1.5 month after I graduated!  Even now, I still haven't received my diploma yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I had a final interview with an executive today for Bank of America.  HSBC is still interviewing other candidates for my position.  So, I have to wait for phone calls again.  The process is endless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8225669932523231434?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8225669932523231434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8225669932523231434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-degree-cleared.html' title='My Degree Cleared!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4613060320741277409</id><published>2007-06-27T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:49:50.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>After coming back from the cruise (will post pictures later), it has been so hard to get back to work. It is especially hard when my work is not required... when I work on my own hours... and when they can't fire me or replace me.  So, the work that needs to be completed has idled for 2 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have continued with my crazy job process with Bank of America and HSBC.  Let's see.  For HSBC, the process was as follow: (1) Career Fair; (2) Interview with Financial Advisor in Queens; (3) Interview with Regional Manager; (4) Interview with Financial Advisor in Manhattan.  Step 4 was today.  I have been nailing interviews.  Everyone was so recessive and timid that it seemed as if I was the one hiring for the position.  Now, I wait for phone call from the regional manager - a guy who made 6-figures when he was 24.  Soon, I will FINALLY find out how much my salary is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Bank of America, the process was as follow: (1) Applied online; (2) Questionnaire; (3) Brief Phone Conversation; (4) Assessment; (5) Survey Questions; (6) Phone Interview.  Step 6 was today also.  I did horribly.  I mean, I nailed the interview, but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sounded &lt;/span&gt;terribly.  What happened was that I scheduled the interview with HSBC and Bank of America too closely with one another.  As a result, I failed to find a quiet place in Manhattan (after my interview with HSBC) to take the phone call with Bank of America.  So, I had a half-hour phone interview with a tremendous amount of background noise.  The recruiter kept asking if everything was okay, because it sounded as if I was in the middle of some major construction.  Now, I have to wait for a background check.  I am scheduled to call her next Wednesday to see if I make it to the final interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the dilemma.  If given both offers, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;which job should I take? &lt;/span&gt; Both jobs are so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSBC &lt;/span&gt;is a sales assistant to a Financial Advisor job.  I will not be in the Banking side of HSBC; instead, I will be in the Securities side.  I will have a set salary (which is unknown at this time).  They will sponsor for my licenses.  I will be doing clerical/sales things in assistance to 2 Financial Advisors in Chinatown, Manhattan.  (I was chosen to be placed there because of my language skill... duh.)  After a few years of experience, I would be promoted as a Financial Advisor.  As a FA, it is the fastest way to make 6-digit.  However, either you're good at it or you're not.  It usually takes 2 years to differentiate.  The BIGGEST problem is... there is no salary (apparently).  My income would be entirely based on commission.  As you can see, it is an extremely unstable job.  Although I strongly believe in succeeding in the profession, the economy plays an important role on your income as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the so-called "Asian Market" of HSBC in NYC, all of the FA makes a range of $60k (for FA starters) and $500k.  They make an average of $100k, with most of the FAs making above that mark.  Generally, it is extremely rewarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commuting to Chinatown is definitely unpleasant.  Originally, they were to place me at a branch that was only 15 minutes away from home.  However, because of my inability to speak Mandarin fluently and my fluency in Cantonese, they are placing me at Chinatown (a 50 minute commute).  If you know NYC Chinatown, it's dirty, loud, and croweded.  My plan is to never walk more than 2 minutes in Chinatown.  The subway station is right in front of the HSBC branch (literally within 5 steps).  So, jump in, jump out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bank of America&lt;/span&gt;'s position is a Assistant Manager Associate position.  I will start as a unlicensed personal banker.  In 1-2 yrs, I will be promoted as an Assistant Manager.  It is a stable position with a set salary.  However, promotion after Assistant Manager is extremely difficult in the competitive banking industry.  The salary is average for entry-level, but it is extremely low in my standard.  Even when I am promoted as an Assistant Manager, the salary remains the same.  So, raise and promotion is nearly non-existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I think I am pretty set that I would take the HSBC job instead of the BOA job... if given the opportunity.  The problem is... do I take the offer?  Or, do I wait and continue to apply to other jobs?  I think the salary (if I EVER find out) for HSBC will make the decision easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4613060320741277409?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4613060320741277409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4613060320741277409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6611999415272907668</id><published>2007-06-10T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:21:59.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Bahamas, parasailing, pearl-looking, sun-tanning, artificial wave surfing, eating, gambling... here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6611999415272907668?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6611999415272907668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6611999415272907668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1426060974131887036</id><published>2007-06-08T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:37:24.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>When will I ever get a job?</title><content type='html'>I'm going back and forth between job opportunities.  HSBC didn't call me.  "Yet," I say!  *sigh*  I could have sworn that I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promised &lt;/span&gt;a second interview.  I called the recruiter/Financial Advisor yesterday; in the end, I only left a phone message because no one was there to pick up.  Let's just hope I'm neglected because they are busy, and my resume wasn't tossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I don't get this position, I have taken the necessary steps to secure other positions.  So, I finally contacted the recruiter for Bank of America's Assistant Manager Associate.  I was suppose to set up a phone interview a few weeks ago, but I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;.  I spoke to the recruiter on the phone, and she was extremely informative.  I found out about the salary, bonuses, work schedule,  advancement opportunities, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get the job, I will start out as a personal banker.  I will be getting licenses (I think, or take classes) to sell CDs, credit cards, etc.   If successful,  the next step will be Assistant Manager within an average of 12-24 months.  Strangely, both positions pay the same.  The only difference is the bonuses.   I spoke to the recruiter about my career path.  It will definitely still be able to become a Financial Advisor.  I will get the necessary experience, and the inernal "connection."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  The good thing about this position is that I don't need the years of experience to become a personal banker as required by other banks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a long process.  At this rate, I'll never get a job.  1. I applied; 2. got a call for a phone interview; 3. completed questionnaires and I'm still being considered; 4. now, I have to take assessment tests online... then, 5. I'll have to wait to get a call back to see if I did well on the assessment; 6. I'll be referred to a hiring manager..... THEN, I'll get a formal interview.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1426060974131887036?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1426060974131887036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1426060974131887036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/06/when-will-i-ever-get-job.html' title='When will I ever get a job?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5707835144514739860</id><published>2007-05-31T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:20:48.697-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Become a Financial Advisor?</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to question this career path as an Financial Advisor.  What I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;sure is that I want to get sponsored for my licenses and my MBA.  Apparently, you can't even take the Series 6 exam without a company sponsoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I thought "Financial Analyst" was a glamarous title.  Their job description is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;technical.   &lt;/span&gt;However, after some research, it seems like "Financial Advisor" is the better job that has the same compensation.  Apparently, it is one of the top rated careers.  It was ranked first a few years ago, and in 2006, it fell to 3rd place.  In general, the job outlook is excellent.  Job openings are increasing above average.  Additionally, with the baby boomers and longer life expectancy, the need for financial advisors is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 out of 10 financial advisors are self employed.  Think of them as law consultants, but finance.  Many Financial Advisors teach adult classes at night.  This is their way to gain customer base.  On the other hand, Financial Advisor retirees become professors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become a Certified Financial Planner (CFP), there is an approximate of $500 exam fee, a 10-hour exam, and 3 years of experience as a Financial Planner or Financial Advisor.  To become a Financial Advisor, I'll need my 2-3 years of experience as a sales assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial Advisor works 9-5 pm.  Unlike Investment Analysts (who work 60-70 hours a week), Financial Analysts (who work overtime at night for research), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only down side is the "stress" that comes with any sales position.  You'd need to sell products, services, and convince others to give you their 6-figure salary to manage.  According to one of the advices I read, you shouldn't seek for a Financial Advisor unless you make a 6-digit salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rob puts it, as a Financial Advisor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make the rich get richer.&lt;/span&gt;  Heh.  At least, I will be able to make me richer, too~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5707835144514739860?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5707835144514739860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5707835144514739860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/become-financial-advisor.html' title='Become a Financial Advisor?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3957257293176542048</id><published>2007-05-30T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:21:45.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>The Ladder</title><content type='html'>I'm anxious to get my phone call to schedule the second interview.  The path up the ladder seems clearer to me.  The position that is offered requires 4 years of private client service sales, support, or equivialent.  It also requires 3 licenses that I have not yet obtained.  In other words, I already have a 4 year head start!  I have been researching on the salary for the industry and my position.  I know what I'm worth, and I wonder if I can negotiate my salary.  I wonder how flexible they can be.  Obviously, they're not "dying" to accept me.  Everything happened so quickly.  Depending on performance, an average of 2-3 years down the road, I will be opened to more options.  At the time, I thought the financial advisor was referring to the possible advancement to become a financial advisor.  Now that I think about it, it's very probable he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;referring to that.   The difference between an financial advisor and a sales assistant are 2 more licenses and 4 years of experience (according to their website).  I suppose, the "4 yr of experience" is flexible when you are already a HSBC employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of these licensing things.  Originally, I wanted to go into the industry of actuary.  Although I hate taking tests, passing each test increase their income in the actuary industry... as opposed to experience.  I guess, obtaining these licenses, you are not as easily dispensable or replaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm still confused in terms of structure.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;hiring a junior financial advisor.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;have a secretary.  So, I know for a fact that I'm neither, but I definitely will learn to do his 6-figure job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked up the average salary for various positions in HSBC.  HSBC's compensation is generally higher than average.  In terms of "performance," I always thought it's really about whether or not your supervisor likes you.  At least, I don't need to go out to get customers; they come to me.   In the end, this seems to be the best opportunity that is out there for me now.  I skipped my 4 years, and I didn't have to become a teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Japanese's idea of "lifetime employment".  Now that I found my way inside HSBC, I don't ever want to leave!  (Of course, unless I'm offered a higher salary.  lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3957257293176542048?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3957257293176542048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3957257293176542048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/ladder.html' title='The Ladder'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3295186391003058141</id><published>2007-05-29T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:32:06.836-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>A Job Soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="cont_sec_hd_txt"&gt;Last week, I went to a career fair that Rob's mom has coordinated in Flushing, NY, a Chinese community town.  I didn't think much of career fairs.  I didn't think dropping your resume and selling yourself to the representative would do anything.  In a college career fair, there weren't many good employers, and I was only a fish in the sea.  This time, however, was different.  It was evident that she coordinated this career fair solely for my benefit.  It's like having your own personal career fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks before the day of the career fair, Rob and I joked about how she shouldn't invite anyone.  This way, they'd have no one to choose but me.  What happened was not far from what we wished.  The day started out with me volunteering and running around to assist Rob's mom.  Our goal was to get me recognized by giving them free lunch coupons, etc.  Rob, on the other hand, was at the receptionist desk greeting the remaining employers that were late.  When I returned, I learned that he was offered 2 jobs, sitting there in his jeans!  Well, that's just not where his career is going.  Too bad for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweats were literally dropped on my face, one by one.  I was frustrated at first.  So, I spent half an hour sitting, idling.  Originally, I planned to visit Aflac's representative for their management trainee position.  I am especially attracted to a management trainee program.  After all, aside from Economics, I'm a business management major hoping to obtain my MBA degree.  Unfortunately, they didn't show up that day.  I also learned that John Hancock Financial was to attend the event; however, they, too, did not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The career fair was flooded with big corporations, government agencies, retail companies, and many companies with office in Flushing, NY, a town run by the Chinese community.  In other words, MetLife, New York Life, and all of the insurance agencies blended in together.  They all obviously wanted an insurance agent that can speak Cantonese and/or Mandarin.  I was half delirious when I dropped my first resume with New York Life.  I received a call from them, but I'm definitely not interested.  After all, working in a Chinese community isn't really the most glamarous job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob's mom had previously pointed out the branch manager for HSBC.  Instead of waiting for her to introduce me to them, I visited their table.  I spoke with a Vice President, Sales Manager of the branch in Flushing, NY.  At that time, I thought he was the branch manager.  He was somewhat informative.  In the end, he just told me to give him my resume, and apply for a job he suggested on their website.  If all fails, he told me to apply as a bank teller.  Like every other applicants, I got a goodie bag.  He included "A Brief History (of HSBC)" in my bag.  He told me to study it, and I was the only person who received it.  Minutes later, I asked Rob and my friend if he had received the same book.  He said, everyone got it.  Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, and cursed the career fair.  It was so pointless.  All of the banking representatives adviced me to become a bank teller.  I know what I am worth through other job offers and interviews.  I definitely do not need to become a bank teller, especially when I'm getting an interview to become an assistant manager associate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that the career fair was filled with non-English speakers, Chinese elders asking me to translate what positions are offered, teeny boppers, and those who weren't even dressed appropriately.  The only candidates that qualified was truly me, our friend, and his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of chaos, the career fair ended.   We ate our late lunch, and we went home.  On our way back, HSBC called.  A subordinate to the HSBC representative called to schedule an interview.  So, today, I met him, a financial advisor for Securities, for an interview.  The interview was half an hour long.  I read that history book that I got, too!  Apparently, as you probably can guess, HSBC stands for Hongkong Shanghai Banking Corporation.  I always wondered if it was Hongkong Shanghai Bank of China or Heng Seng Bank of China.  I guess I was wrong.  Anyway, that book didn't help my interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the title for the Full Time position is Sales Assistant.   The title definitely underrepresents the position.   In general, my main responsibility is to assist the Financial Advisor.  Apparently, an average financial advisor at that branch makes $120,000.  That's a lot of dough!  In terms of career path, ultimately, it prepares me to that 6-figure position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the requirements below, mine was slightly different.  I will be sponsored to take the courses and tests for a serie of licenses.  I will have 3 months to obtain them, or else!  2-3 years down the path, depending on performance, more options will be available to me - one of which, of course, is to be a financial advisor.  This branch at the Chinese community is much more prestigious than I imagined.  Apparently, they have the top sales and revenue in the ENTIRE world!  The financial advisor is one of the top sales in the whole world as well.  His awards covered half of his desk.  His subordinates have all turned out well.  Keep in mind, he looked like he is in his 30s.  One of his subordinate is "very pregnant," so despite the fact that she could have become a financial advisor already, she has chosen to become his secretary.  Another subordinate of his has chosen the banking side; he became a premier banker - a top banker that handles high-end customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position is very promising.  It looks like I can learn a lot from the branch and the financial advisor.  Most importantly, it's like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;job.  I've always wanted a job in the glamarous investment banking industry.  Then again, I didn't want to work 60-70 hours a week like them.  With this, I'll be working in bank's business hours~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of requirements, I am to manage assets professionally.  i.e. Handle customers who are unhappy despite the fact that you made money for them.  I am to speak Cantonese and (try to speak) Mandarin.  Fortunately, Cantonese makes up around 60% of their customer base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was promised a second and final interview with his boss in Manhattan.  It SEEMS like it's just a formality.  Like, you really have to screw up to be rejected.  I told them that my official availability date is not until the end of July.  They are actually going to make arrangements to suit me.  If I don't work at the Flushing Branch, they will send me to Manhattan.  I guess, I'm fine with both.  In the end, I think I will most definitely take the position as soon as it's offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love large corporations!  I can't wait until my MBA tuition gets reimbursed.  I'm glad I went to the career fair.  I definitely did NOT get any calls back by submitting my resume to their website!  On the other hand, my salary has not been discussed yet.  I suspect that it will be low... but I'm crossing my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, hun, it looks like I'm closer to that 6-figure job!  I'll let you be my secretary.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Job Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                                      Must have your Series 7 and 63 to apply for this position.  This sales assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; position directly supports 1 or 2 Financial Advisors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incumbent provides sales support to Personal Investment Advisors to contribute to development and expansion of investment-related Private Client Services (PCS) relationships. Coordinates activities to contribute to achievement of volume, quality and profit objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal accountabilities will be to serve as primary liaison with Financial Advisors (FA), Personal Investment Advisors (PIA), branches, customers and internal departments via in-person meetings or phone for marketing-related support, quality control monitoring and other performance-related disciplines required to expand, retain and attract further PCS sales-related activities. Assist in acquisition and maintenance of qualified clients; assist in the delivery of sales and investments. Work independently and in conjunction with the FA and PIA in identifying and acquiring new clients as well as maintaining existing accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coordinate the application process by ensuring collection and organization of all necessary application information for trade processing and/or higher management. Work with FA/PIA and customer to obtain information needed on a regular basis to audit, certify and update client files. Ensure policy exceptions are routed to the appropriate channels to ensure timely action. Generate and analyze specialized reports on sales activities as well as analytical and administrative support for the budgeting, forecasting and commission payment processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adhere strictly to compliance and operational risk controls in accordance with Company and regulatory standards, policies and practices; report control weaknesses, compliance breaches and operational loss events. Complete other related duties as assigned, including coordinating relationships with external vendors supporting Private Client Services. Support the Company’s Diversity programs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;div class="cont_sec"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;      &lt;div class="cont_sec_hd"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="cont_sec_hd_txt"&gt;Requirements :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                   •Minimum of an Associate's Degree in Business, related field or equivalent experience&lt;br /&gt;•Minimum of four years proven private client services sales and/or support experience or equivalent&lt;br /&gt;•Series 7, 63 and Life and Health Insurance licenses&lt;br /&gt;•Proven analytical, decision-making, interpersonal, communications, customer service, sales, problem-solving, multi-tasking and organizational skills&lt;br /&gt;•Knowledge of brokerage products and services, operations supporting them and pertinent regulations affecting their delivery&lt;br /&gt;•Proficiency with personal computers as well as pertinent mainframe systems and software packages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3295186391003058141?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3295186391003058141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3295186391003058141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/job-soon.html' title='A Job Soon?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6603012152197638172</id><published>2007-05-27T02:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T02:28:34.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Etymology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlkfkHvuJOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sJkt6Qgl1eo/s1600-h/IMG_4956a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlkfkHvuJOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sJkt6Qgl1eo/s320/IMG_4956a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069117560997160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlkfknvuJPI/AAAAAAAAABs/h0EO1sUPKMs/s1600-h/IMG_4955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlkfknvuJPI/AAAAAAAAABs/h0EO1sUPKMs/s320/IMG_4955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069117569587094770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In high school, I had to look up the meaning of my name.  In short, the name Stephanie means crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am home, I have been digging through things, cleaning, and organizing things that have been long neglected.  I found telephone bills from 2002.  I also came across the above greeting card from Uncle Paul and Auntie Patricia.  Although the card is as old as I am, I am actually quite familiar with it.  Anyway, I thought it was interesting so I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greeting card on how I received my English name.  Long story short... my cousins in  the US decided on a name for me; subsequently, my aunt decided to include it on their card.  And bam, I was named Stephanie by my cousins who have probably never even met my parents.  Luckily, they didn't name me Madonna or something.  In fact, I'm pretty satisfied with their decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of my Chinese name is not any different.  I got my Chinese name from family friends~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6603012152197638172?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6603012152197638172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6603012152197638172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/etymology.html' title='Etymology'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlkfkHvuJOI/AAAAAAAAABk/sJkt6Qgl1eo/s72-c/IMG_4956a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-664173972062880942</id><published>2007-05-21T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:45:13.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>We graduated last Friday! It was cold and raining. Not to mention, the commencement was held at the outside stadium. Our parents met for the first time. Also, Rob has been seeing more and more of my relatives. He is even invited to family gatherings now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have graduated, Rob has to study for his Dental Admission Test (and possibly Optometry Admission Test). I will be working part-time at home. Meanwhile, I should be working out to lose weight before the Bahamas. My family and I all got supersized over the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite picture and guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk7HvuJJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4gMEXVZhUzk/s1600-h/IMG_4931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066871653878604946" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk7HvuJJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4gMEXVZhUzk/s320/IMG_4931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind is the apartment that we lived in. I'm going to miss cooking together everyday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk7nvuJKI/AAAAAAAAABE/5uIBCvacUdA/s1600-h/P1030673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066871662468539554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk7nvuJKI/AAAAAAAAABE/5uIBCvacUdA/s320/P1030673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our self-decorated caps&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk8HvuJLI/AAAAAAAAABM/MN6JjoSvy78/s1600-h/P1030691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066871671058474162" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk8HvuJLI/AAAAAAAAABM/MN6JjoSvy78/s320/P1030691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-664173972062880942?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/664173972062880942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/664173972062880942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEk7HvuJJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/4gMEXVZhUzk/s72-c/IMG_4931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-3295847280366159161</id><published>2007-05-20T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:45:41.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Final Days on Campus</title><content type='html'>On our final days on campus, we used our cameras and camcorder to capture our college memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is part of a water fountain that our campus spent $3 million on.  (Or, something like that).  There is a silver tower to the left.  Even today, I still don't know what it is.  This is what you can do when you're rich - build something useless.  (A man, by the name of Charles B. Wang, donated it.)  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEr0XvuJMI/AAAAAAAAABU/mVkV8tjc1Zg/s1600-h/IMG_4919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066879234495882434" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEr0XvuJMI/AAAAAAAAABU/mVkV8tjc1Zg/s320/IMG_4919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the libraries that you go to socialize and not study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEr0nvuJNI/AAAAAAAAABc/NpODXTbxe30/s1600-h/IMG_4923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066879238790849746" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEr0nvuJNI/AAAAAAAAABc/NpODXTbxe30/s320/IMG_4923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-3295847280366159161?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3295847280366159161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/3295847280366159161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/final-days-on-campus.html' title='Final Days on Campus'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RlEr0XvuJMI/AAAAAAAAABU/mVkV8tjc1Zg/s72-c/IMG_4919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1816448155741820095</id><published>2007-05-09T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:45:54.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Job Search (Continued)</title><content type='html'>My dream job is crushed.  Originally, I REALLY wanted this position at HSBC to be an Accelerated Management Trainee.  After 1 year, the person would manage a branch in Home Financing Corp.  Unfortunately, I just found out that I have to be willing to relocate any where from Maryland to Maine.  *sigh*  There goes my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a phone interview with the Bank of America this week.  The position is Assistant Manager Associate.  I would start off as a personal banker and work my way (approx. 1-2 yrs) to become an Assistant Manager at a branch.  I was really happy, until I read forums that Bank of America's salary is extremely low.  It is almost half of what I was offered at Dai-Ichi Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I received a staffing firm email for an accounting position at a large telecommunication firm.  She asked me what my target salary is.  Because I wasn't that interested to begin with, so I said $50k.  (Just in case the high salary may change my mind about this undisclosed firm.)  She said she would get back to me, because the employer wants someone to start in a week, and I won't be available until the end of June.  Now, I am questioning if I should have aimed lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, another staffing firm has a 3-month temp position for Merrill Lynch.  Ultimately, that's what I'm aiming for.  It pays $24/hr or $29/hr bill rate.  According to them, 8 out of 10 temps will acquire full time position at the investment banking department at Merrill Lynch.  Then again, they told me to get back to them when it is closer to my official available date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I have learned to negotiate with these staffing firms.  I'm just worried that my carelessness in these negotiating process will take away everything.  Heh~  On a positive note, my current supervisor likes me so much that she is allowing me to work "for as long as I like" at home.  So, I will be working on my own schedule, and watching TV while I "work".  Additionally, she's giving me a raise!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rob and I are going on a cruise to the Bahamas for 7 days!  &lt;/span&gt;We will be going on June 1oth.  Pictures to come~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1816448155741820095?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1816448155741820095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1816448155741820095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/05/job-search-continued.html' title='Job Search (Continued)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-2859418376584510344</id><published>2007-04-30T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:46:06.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Eek!</title><content type='html'>I emailed the recruiter to tell them that I am not interested in the Dai-ichi Life position.  The pay is extremely good.  (I'm still debating if I will get a pay offer that high for entry-level.)  Well, the main reason is that there's no advancement opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the recruiter called me and told me that Dai-ichi Life had contacted them before they were able to reject the offer.  They were extremely interested and wanted a second interview.  Unfortunately, I won't be taking the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, the recruiter said she has a lot of confident in finding me another interview (based on the feedback of this employer).  So, as long as she's confident in me, she'll hopefully give me good finance positions.  I told her that my minimum salary requirement is what they offered me for Dai-ichi Life.  HaHa.  Let's hope she finds one in the finance field.  *Cross Fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... If only I can bargain with Dai-Ichi Life and tell them to pay me $5-10k more.  I'll probably give in after that.  I guess I shouldn't be so greedy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-2859418376584510344?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2859418376584510344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/2859418376584510344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/eek.html' title='Eek!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6308455961060795291</id><published>2007-04-28T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:46:31.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broadway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Interview &amp; Broadway</title><content type='html'>I was every where in Manhattan yesterday!  While I was running to one interview after another, Rob went to TKTS to buy tickets for Rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had the interview with &lt;span style=""&gt;第一生命.  &lt;/span&gt;Despite the fact that I went on the wrong elevator, came down, and went back up to the 28th floor, I was early for 15 minutes.  I rang the bell, and I was escorted by a Japanese receptionist.  If I hadn't know, I would have thought she was a mute.  Before I told her that I have an interview with Mr. Yamashita, she just waved me to the conference room.  Anyway, they gave me a test on accounting and math.  The math was all 3 digits/2 digits addition, subtraction, multiplication, division.  LOL.  I refused to use the worksheet that they gave me.  So, I did it in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they asked me the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are your strengths?  &lt;/span&gt;- I couldn't shut up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are your weaknesses?  &lt;/span&gt;- It took me a long time before I could answer that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are the differences between Japanese and Americans&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You don't want to know what racist comment I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the Japanese executive were to come to NY, which Chinese restaurant would you take him?  &lt;/span&gt;As stereotypical as this sounds, I said the soupy Shanghai dumplings (as Mei had presented in class) or Peking Duck.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your salary requirement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc.  Overall, I did well.  I made them laugh a few times.  It's hard to explain.  The environment is very different.  Dai-ichi Life in New York only has an accounting and research department.  As for accounting, it's run by a small group of people.  I met with 2 vice presidents - 1 for human resource, and the other for accounting.  Anyway, I don't think I will take the job if I were given the opportunity.  There's something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; that I don't like about the company.  In short, the place seemed to be runned by men.  Also, there is little to no growth/advancement opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondy, I had an interview with a second Japanese recruiting firm.  I had my excel test there, and scored a 83%.  Like the other recruiter, she wanted to test my Japanese.  Everyone has to keep stop asking me why I took on Japanese!  Because there isn't a more specific answer, I keep telling them it's because I used to read Doraemon.  Either way, Japanese people seem to like that answer.  Anyway, the Japanese conversation went well.  It was flawless besides the fact that I forgot the counter for books - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;satsu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 interviews, I met up with Rob.  A cop driving a limousine and a white van crashed literally 20 feet away.  To the point, the both of us and everyone else saw the collision approaching us and stopped.  Anyway, we survived.  Stupid cop.   Then, we went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply Pasta &lt;/span&gt;for dinner.   The restaurant was BEAUTIFUL.  At 8 pm, we went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, like everyone who had seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/span&gt; is stuck in my head.  At least, I remember how many minutes are in a year now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes.  How do you measure a year in a life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6308455961060795291?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6308455961060795291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6308455961060795291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/interview-broadway.html' title='Interview &amp; Broadway'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6620985070921202052</id><published>2007-04-21T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T11:46:42.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>2nd Interview</title><content type='html'>Another Japanese recruiting company contacted me.  They asked if I was interested in working for a Japanese insurance company in midtown.  My responsibilities would be clerical, administrative assistance, and accounting assistance.  It's 9 am - 5 pm, and 5 days a week.  Pay is on the higher end of the "average range" for my position and experience; full benefits.  The company is as follow: http://www.dai-ichi-life.co.jp/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for this one, I wouldn't need to speak Japanese.  And, they didn't test my Japanese like the previous recruiter.  Anyway, they forwarded my resume to the company, and now, they want to meet me next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my past interview, it went well.  They will match me with Japanese companies in the finance/marketing industry.  I don't think they are capable of offering me anything better than what I am offered from the other recruiting company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6620985070921202052?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6620985070921202052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6620985070921202052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/2nd-interview.html' title='2nd Interview'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-7627290627041971823</id><published>2007-04-18T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:21:25.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>"Do you mind if I test your Japanese skill?"</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I posted up my resume on a few career websites.  It has only been 2 days, and I have gotten more than 2 dozens employers' inquiries without applying for their jobs.  At the same time, I have also applied to a few jobs in the financial industry that pays well or companies that are on the Fortune 500 list related to my industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It believe I am getting hits on my resume because of my language skill - I put "fluent" for Cantonese, "knowledgable" for Mandarin, and I indicated the number of years I have studied for Japanese.  I didn't apply to any of the phone messages or emails, until I came across the name - Fujisaki.  Never have I imagined having to speak Japanese &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for work&lt;/span&gt; - until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the company's phone call in the morning.  In the afternoon, I found the email from Ms. Fujisaki.  After I googled the company, I replied to the email.  The company that she represents is a recruiting company for bilingual and non-bilingual jobs in various industries such as sales, marketing, etc.  By "bilingual," they really just mean Japanese and English.  Of course, I did not want them to think that I am fluent.  As a result, I clearly stated that in my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next hour, Ms. Fujisaki called me.  She had the typical Japanese speaking fluent English accent.  When I continually clarified that my Japanese conversational skill is minimal, she was in disbelief because of the number of years I have studied Japanese.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She asked me if I can use my Japanese at work / to deal with clients over the phone.  I said, NO!&lt;/span&gt;  She then asked, "How about with some practice?"  I shrugged, and said, "I guess..."  Then, SHE WANTED TO TEST MY JAPANESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I haven't spoken in Japanese for ages.  The last phone conversation I had with Eun-Jung was chaos.  I woke up from my nap, my mouth opened wide and nothing came out.  So, Ms. Fujisaki asked me some basic questions.  I feel like I was having my oral proficiency exam in one of the classes in Japan.  She asked, "How did you like the lifestyle in Japan?" / "What did you study in Japan?" / "In what ways did you study for Japanese in the classes at Chiba University?" / "Are you fluent in Cantonese/Mandarin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that my words were so colloquial, she kept applauding my language skills.  I understood everything she said.  However, I did not respond with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most polite &lt;/span&gt;form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, she wants to interview me.  Therefore, I am meeting with her at her company on Park Ave on Friday.  She asked me what industry I would like to work in (since she has a long list to choose from).  I said no to her suggestion for Sales, and settled to her next suggestion for Marketing.  According to their website, they have many employers from the Fortune 500 list.  Now that I know what I am doing, I will probably see if she can put me in a Fortune 500 company for finance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-7627290627041971823?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/7627290627041971823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/7627290627041971823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-you-mind-if-i-test-your-japanese.html' title='&quot;Do you mind if I test your Japanese skill?&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8005156524607250149</id><published>2007-04-16T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T17:42:20.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Out &apos;07'/><title type='text'>Black Out</title><content type='html'>How can we finish our college career without the infamous campus black-out together?  Yesterday, it happened, and it lasted for over 9 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, each student experiences at least 1 black out.  Yesterday, there was all kinds of warnings - coastal flood, heavy wind (30-50 mph), heavy rain, flood, etc.  And, what happened?  A black out before we showered, cooked, or ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 pm.  Rob has a test the next day at 8 pm, and he had yet to start studying.  After we cooked and ate on the other side of the campus where there was power, it was already 12 am.  Power outage usually lasts for 2 hours.  However, it was 3 hours, and still no power.   Fortunately, we had a dozen of tea light candles.  (Thanks to Cori~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After studying an hour or two at the hallway with the emergency light, I HAD to sleep before waking up for work the next day at 8:30am.  Rob returned to the room and attempted to study in the room.  He used the illumination from my laptop, which lasted no more than 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 6 am, I was half awake from my sleep - Rob had finished studying for the day.  Not to mention, we spent a long time debating where to study, when to sleep, and how to study.  After reading 3 chapters of 5 or some chapters, he blew out the candles.  And, what happened?  At the instant the room became pitch dark, the power came back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8005156524607250149?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8005156524607250149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8005156524607250149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/black-out.html' title='Black Out'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-265099467923892263</id><published>2007-04-05T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:05:29.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>鬼嫁日記いい湯だな</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite dramas, 鬼嫁日記, is coming up with a new second season - 鬼嫁日記いい湯だな. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ktv.co.jp/oni/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Andrew for the info~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-265099467923892263?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/265099467923892263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/265099467923892263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='鬼嫁日記いい湯だな'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6729529223415850784</id><published>2007-04-01T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:33:06.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>I have my spring break right now.  Since Rob will be busy studying for his MCAT and DAT tests, I volunteered to take work home.  Instead of doing the regular departmental work, I took boxes of files from the doctor's house (at this BEAUTIFUL neighborhood by the harbor).  My tasks are to organize and sort them.  The files that are inside are SO personal.  I found out she failed the tests twice before she got her license to become a certified doctor.  I saw the many Cs in her transcripts.  I know how much she makes.  Even worse, I go through folders for dating services.  I even have her passport, credit card information, social security card, etc. in possession. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so lucky that I wouldn't do anything with those information.  She trust people a little too much... especially in New York.  Keep in mind, I only worked for her for less than 2 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6729529223415850784?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6729529223415850784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6729529223415850784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-6606939575627972156</id><published>2007-04-01T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T20:26:31.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturalization Interview</title><content type='html'>I went to my interview last Thursday.  I passed.  I chose a middle name - Meredith.  Why?  I don't know.  I think I just grew to like it after a minor character in a movie was named Meredith.  When I asked the officer if I can petition to change my middle name (I had Selena on my application), she immediately asked me what I wanted it to be.  Obviously, I didn't have enough time to think about it.  So, I settled with Meredith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I passed.  I'm glad I came back to NY when I was in Japan.  They would have given me a lot of problems if I wasn't in the country for more than 6 months at a time.  There were 10 questions, and they were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the first president?&lt;br /&gt;2. How many stars are there in the US flag?&lt;br /&gt;3. Who signs bills into laws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the other ones, but I aced it - 10/10.  I must admit, I studied for 20 minutes the night before.  xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am qualified for even more jobs.  Whew~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-6606939575627972156?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6606939575627972156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/6606939575627972156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/naturalization-interview.html' title='Naturalization Interview'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-7720213241568234156</id><published>2007-04-01T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:22:19.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>Job Offers</title><content type='html'>The doctor that I work for offered me a full-time creative position at the department upon graduation.  She totally created from scratch, because I don't think we have that position at the moment.  She said the university might be able to reimburse any graduate courses that I would take while I work.  As oppose to waiting and hoping that a corporation will sponsor you, I was getting an offer before I even graduate.  Although I originally wanted to get my MBA degree 2-4 years after I obtain work experience, I thought about getting the degree right here at Stony Brook University.  After all, it's free.  Then, I went further with the idea.  Why not get a PhD in Economics instead?  The graduate economics program here is more prestigious than the business program.  (I'm a double major in Business Management and Economics).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, things didn't work out.  It turns out that I would only be able to get reimbursement for only one course per year or semester.  And, the only other incentive is that they can deduct my tuition from my paycheck.  This way, I wouldn't have to pay as much taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't work things out with that option, we totally abandoned it.  She's trying to set up a meeting for me with a vp at a very prestigious investment bank.  Then again, do I really want to work 60 hours a week?  (No!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-7720213241568234156?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/7720213241568234156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/7720213241568234156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/04/job-offers.html' title='Job Offers'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-963739806931448620</id><published>2007-03-26T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:08:23.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RgiKbGKknDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sBnVkqcU2LI/s1600-h/P1030345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RgiKbGKknDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sBnVkqcU2LI/s320/P1030345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046435580584696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a snow storm on every Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-963739806931448620?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/963739806931448620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/963739806931448620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/RgiKbGKknDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/sBnVkqcU2LI/s72-c/P1030345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-5456631175874537447</id><published>2007-03-24T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T11:48:25.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Earlier today, Rob's professor asked the class why private school students do better than public school students.   One student suggested that private school students must keep up with their grades, unlike public school students who only had to maintain a GPA that is way below average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue the story by saying that we go to an university in Long Island (suburb).  As a result, our student body is half-half between city kids and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suburban&lt;/span&gt; kids.  There is a very distinct difference between students who are from Long Island (the spoiled brats), and those who are from the city.  So, in class, a city girl defended that it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;easy to get kicked out of public school.  Other city girls agreed, citing ongoing examples of how students and friends were suspended from high school for crimes such as assault, weapons, etc.  The non-city kids looked at each other, eyes wide, wondering if they were kidding or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have been to some ghetto-est part of New York City.  That says a lot.  I remember walking around with dozens of eyes on me in Jamaica.  I remember a girl raped in my school district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was so wrong!  A few months ago, someone broke Rob's window to steal his GPS.  Today, one thing led to another, we got lost at an unfamiliar neighborhood while we were going to an auto shop to install his new GPS.  After one right (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;) turn, I thought we weren't going to make it back in one piece.  It definitely can't be described in words.  We had to drive slowly because of the incredibly poor road condition - 3 feet deep puddles, 2 feet deep potholes, and rocks that spread across like sands at a beach.  Every 5 feet we drove, there were 5 new strangers waving, looking in, tapping on our windows, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;persuading &lt;/span&gt;us to go to their auto shop.  Never have I seen a street with endless auto shop, and ALL of the workers standing outside to recruit customers at once.  Because of the amount of people and the conditions of the road, we couldn't make an U-turn until another hundreds of feet or so.  We were so desperate to get out of there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the idea of having metal detectors in schools was normal.  However, after meeting Rob, going to Japan, and staying mainly in Long Island, I have become to be so afraid of things.   My silly honey makes me call him to make sure I am home, when he SEES me going in 40 feet away!  He escorts me every where.  So, I've become spoiled and sheltered.  With that said, you can all imagine that I probably would have peed my pants if we were in that streets a minute longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-5456631175874537447?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5456631175874537447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/5456631175874537447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/earlier-today-robs-professor-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-176710505580120395</id><published>2007-03-22T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:30:38.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Fair</title><content type='html'>We went to the career fair at our campus.  Boy, it's hopeless.  Recruiters included those that were from Target, Walgreen, Motorola, etc.  Okay, I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I only spoke to the recruiter from the foreign exchange market.  I rejected the idea immediately when I found out that associates have to be opened for any given shift, including one that is from 12am-8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one other person I spoke with was a random recruiter asking where I got my suit jacket.  *sigh*  I went there with 12 copies of my resume, and came back with 11.  At least, I got to shop and play "dress for success."  Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-176710505580120395?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/176710505580120395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/176710505580120395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/career-fair.html' title='Career Fair'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-1831522446727874423</id><published>2007-03-18T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T19:24:41.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Yummy in the Tummy</title><content type='html'>Random pictures of yummy food from San Francisco.  I wanted to post recent pictures, but I kept staring at these food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JK4tx5HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xsuq7aIn9kU/s1600-h/IMG_4656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JK4tx5HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xsuq7aIn9kU/s320/IMG_4656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043408346585097330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JKotx5GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlZTmHVschI/s1600-h/IMG_4655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JKotx5GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wlZTmHVschI/s320/IMG_4655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043408342290130018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JL4tx5JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_WAIJmuQBxI/s1600-h/IMG_4791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JL4tx5JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_WAIJmuQBxI/s320/IMG_4791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043408363764966546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JMYtx5KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oLB0WGAVGSM/s1600-h/IMG_4794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JMYtx5KI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oLB0WGAVGSM/s320/IMG_4794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043408372354901154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-1831522446727874423?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1831522446727874423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/1831522446727874423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/pictures-from-san-francisco.html' title='Yummy in the Tummy'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OGdsSxOnuNQ/Rf3JK4tx5HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xsuq7aIn9kU/s72-c/IMG_4656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-8721359886933582358</id><published>2007-03-12T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T18:49:56.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturalization</title><content type='html'>It must have taken me more than 2 years to finally have an appointment for an interview at the end of this month.  I was supposed to have one in October, when I was studying in Japan.  Since I couldn't make it, I had to petition to change the date of the interview.  I must have written them 6 letters total for the petition and to check my status.  The USCIS would only respond by mail, and of course, they never "responded" to my 6 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally got an appointment letter for an interview.  This is after a really long application, a fee of $400, fingerprinting appointment, and a long wait.  I finally get to claim my name back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from Japan, I have been using "Hiu Ying Tang" because there were discrepancies with my identity in the financial aid office.  (Long story how I have used Stephanie and not my Chinese name, despite all of my legal documents state my Chinese name.)  So, for the past 2 semesters, I have introduced myself to classmates and professors as Hiu Ying Tang.  I feel like I am enunciating every syllable every time I say my Chinese name in English.  I think it all started because there were other Stephanies in my classes, and I was too lazy to tell others to call me Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 semesters of awkwardness, actually 2 years (considering that our Japanese reading professor called me by my Chinese name), I can claim my name back.  Also,  I can finally convince them to change the middle name that I put on my application.  I think I was on crack, but I put "Selena".  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, my name can be ANYTHING I WANT!  (Not that I intend to change my name.)&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I am having such a problem applying to jobs.  About 75% of the jobs require the applicants to be a citizen.  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-8721359886933582358?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8721359886933582358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/8721359886933582358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/naturalization.html' title='Naturalization'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-4368804023301855482</id><published>2007-03-10T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T16:22:29.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start blogging once again.  So, Rob and I were watching a drama called &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;鬼嫁日記&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I was inspired to be just like the wife in the drama.  I have also decided to change the name of the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am graduating in May!  Currently, I am working in an office at the university's hospital.  They pay considerably well.  Or, I was too used to being paid only $7-$8 an hour.  Well, that has all changed, because the minimum wage is raised to $7.15.  I work about 13 hours/week in the office.  However, the job also allows me to work at my own time in my room.  So, I racked up 25 hours/week for the past 2 weeks.  My first paycheck is in a week.  I'm so excited to be finally making money again, and not being underpaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year, Rob and I visited San Francisco.  It was extremely fun, and I will post pictures later on.  Then, we went on a snowboarding trip.  This time, I didn't bang my head onto the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched 着信あり Final yesterday.  It was almost as disappointing as the second one.  It brings back memory though.  Rob and I were scared sh*tless at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;着信あり attraction in Odaiba last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  In attempt to catch up with my Japanese, we have also been watching various dramas.  I haven't watched any good ones though.  So, if there are any suggestions, please let me know!  Otherwise, we would be watching Lost and a number of reality shows.  I refuse to catch up with Rob on the show Heroes.  I'm so far behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we went to the Colbert Report in Manhattan.  It was interesting because it was my first time to go onto a TV show.  Otherwise, it was okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we each got 3-4 wisdom teeth pulled.  It was the funniest things.  We have both captured each other on videos, using our cell phones.  While I was sedated, I had a dream that I  was coming back in a rocket/rollercoaster.  Rob said he was underground.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-4368804023301855482?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4368804023301855482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/4368804023301855482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-116173057580202743</id><published>2006-10-24T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:56:30.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I received my transcript and certificate of completion from Chiba University.  I managed to transfer 6 courses from Chiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my Japanese professor created a non-credit study group for us.  It consists of those of us who returned from Japan.  A Japanese student is conducting it.    Currently, we are studying for the level 1 proficiency exam.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently taking 22 credits or 7 classes.  With a double major and a minor, I will graduate in May!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-116173057580202743?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/116173057580202743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/116173057580202743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115313903298304879</id><published>2006-07-17T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:23:53.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Breezy Beautiful</title><content type='html'>It is reported that New York will hit 38 degree Celsius in the upcoming days.  Although it is merely in the low 30s here, I cannot help but turn on the air conditioner on.  Our professors have been asking if we can fall asleep at night.  While fellow students are shaking their head, I'm only questioning the amount of my upcoming electricity bill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally raining  I couldn't help but hum the "Easy breezy beautiful (Cover Girl)" tune.  For the past week, I have refused to open the window.  I'm convinced that it is cooler with the windows closed, even if the air conditioner is not on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my scheduled departure is the 2nd earliest among the foreign exchange students.  In April, I have packed and brought back a suitcase worth of jackets and other things.  Earlier this month, I packed another suitcase worth of clothes and shoes for Rob to bring back.  Even the one suitcase that I have in my room is 3/4 packed with more clothes.  What have I done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115313903298304879?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115313903298304879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115313903298304879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/07/easy-breezy-beautiful.html' title='Easy Breezy Beautiful'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115208462779314111</id><published>2006-07-05T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T03:33:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticker Pictures~</title><content type='html'>We abused the new sticker machine~!  It has a few new options; it even sends pictures to cell phones!  Here are a few pictures:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/05.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115208462779314111?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115208462779314111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115208462779314111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/07/sticker-pictures.html' title='Sticker Pictures~'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115167735463722830</id><published>2006-06-30T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T10:24:56.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyoto - Osaka - Kobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1020050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1020050.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1020072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1020072.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1020075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1020075.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1020096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1020096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1020097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1020097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010678.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115167735463722830?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115167735463722830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115167735463722830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/kyoto-osaka-kobe.html' title='Kyoto - Osaka - Kobe'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128369225537296</id><published>2006-06-25T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:06:45.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikko Edo Mura</title><content type='html'>On a Saturday morning, we went to Asakusa to purchase tickets, and then, off to a long train ride to Nikko Edo Mura in Kinugawa~!  At last, it was well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010638.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010470.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010538.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010635.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010574.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010572.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010647.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010564.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010547.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010552.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010467.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010586.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128369225537296?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128369225537296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128369225537296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/nikko-edo-mura_26.html' title='Nikko Edo Mura'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128303319247445</id><published>2006-06-25T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:51:21.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DisneyLand</title><content type='html'>We went to Disney Sea a few months ago.  Dispite the reviews from various people about DisneyLand, we decided to check it out ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010309.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010281.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010357.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010378.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128303319247445?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128303319247445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128303319247445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/disneyland.html' title='DisneyLand'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128268122022423</id><published>2006-06-25T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:44:41.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tokyo Dome</title><content type='html'>On a random Friday, we decided to stroll around Tokyo Dome, Ebisu, etc.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010413.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128268122022423?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128268122022423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128268122022423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/tokyo-dome.html' title='Tokyo Dome'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128239859884139</id><published>2006-06-25T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:41:44.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwan</title><content type='html'>Once again, no time to write for the trip~  Anyway, our trip included: near-death experience at our rafting trip, tallest building in the world, fastest elevator in the world, fruits I have never eaten before, driving and riding a moped, hiking up a mountain, first time receiving a painful foot massage, only ferris wheel on a building in the world, and many more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000920.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000587.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000797.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010223.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1010001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1010001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000637.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000837.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4375.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000699.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4359.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000718.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128239859884139?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128239859884139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128239859884139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/taiwan.html' title='Taiwan'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128437240760725</id><published>2006-06-25T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:12:52.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yokohama</title><content type='html'>We finally visited Yokohama and the surrounding areas.  The largest chinatown in Japan lies there.  Most excitingly, I finally got to visit the ramen museum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000214.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000259.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128437240760725?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128437240760725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128437240760725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/yokohama.html' title='Yokohama'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-115128458599530619</id><published>2006-06-25T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:16:25.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLaPort</title><content type='html'>The mall is like a maze.  Also, our favorite food court with various Asian cuisine is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000109.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-115128458599530619?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128458599530619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/115128458599530619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/lalaport.html' title='LaLaPort'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114968101272318068</id><published>2006-06-07T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T20:40:51.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul, Korea</title><content type='html'>In a few hours, I'm off to Taipei!!  I don't have the time to write an entry for Seoul.  In the mean time, here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000368.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4131.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4159.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000456.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000510.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000462.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000376.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000557.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/P1000559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/P1000559.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4193.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114968101272318068?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114968101272318068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114968101272318068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/06/seoul-korea.html' title='Seoul, Korea'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114795371743858712</id><published>2006-05-18T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:46:02.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacations!</title><content type='html'>Everything is finally set in stone.  Rob is arriving on Monday.  Although school is in session and we have no other holidays, F-U-N begins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日光、鬼怒川（１泊２日): Besides the usual tourist attractions, and other places yet to decide on, we're going to my favorite place of all time: 日光江戸村.  Ninjas, geishas, shows, village in the Edo period, what is there not to love?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ソウル、韓国(３泊４日): I'm receiving crash courses on phrases, such as "This please," "Refills please," "Please take my picture," and "It's too expensive, make it cheaper please."  In fact, it's giving me more motivation to study for my Korean class.  I'm already getting a cultural shock before I go.  Time for some bimbimbap, bulgogi, and other CHEAP spicy food in KOREA!  Then again, we suspected that Korean cuisines in New York is just as authentic.  Itinerary includes palaces, Seoul tower, night markets, bus tours, and maybe the world's largest indoor amusement park, Lotte World.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;台北(１０泊１１日): After many ferris wheel rides, it's time for the largest one in the world.  For the first time, Rob will be my tour guide.  Endless shopping, eating, and clubbing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;富士急: I love amusement parks!  It's the home of many world record rides in previous years.  There's also a special promotion now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;横浜(１泊２日): I have always wanted to visit Japan's largest chinatown.  Ramen museum, cruises, and pictures, pictures, pictures!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time and money allows, Kyoto.  I highly doubt it though.  I'll be so poor!  I already am!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, my mom is visiting for a week or so.  She is WORRIED that I can't carry all of my luggages by myself.  It's all a lie, Rob can easily help me bring back my luggages.  She had always wanted to come to Japan.  After all, she was a Japanese drama junkie.  Also, she is going to Hong Kong without me.  Boohoo!  Maybe I can convince her to go to a hot spring in Hakone or Kyoto with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114795371743858712?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114795371743858712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114795371743858712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/05/vacations.html' title='Vacations!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114794684933168837</id><published>2006-05-18T06:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T06:53:10.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Agencies in Japan</title><content type='html'>I've come to these conclusions after dealing with travel agencies for 2 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With the technology, Japan is super slow.  A flight purchase cannot be done without talking to a third party.  Without sites similar to Orbitz and Expedia, the process, if done by phone, may take up to 1 hour (excluding waiting time and time I spent biking to 7-11 to fax my passport).  Ironically, it takes up to a week if it is done online.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The entire process for purchasing a ticket online, includes: a) filling out an application, b) waiting for the seat availability reply (1+ days later), c) writing an email to tell them that you are interested to reserve, d) (2+ days later) an email asking for passport information, e) a phone call.  Even after that, the procedure is not complete.  Note: many travel agencies do not accept credit card.  In Japan, it seems that bank transfers are much more popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When the say "traditonal," they mean TRADITIONAL!  The entire process, if done in the site of a travel agency, includes flipping through binders of the size of a phonebook.  It follows by using the computer and making phone calls to check availability.  After almost an hour, the travel agency told me what I had found out in less than 1 minute on Orbitz.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The school's travel agency is a rip-off.  They are not any cheaper than any other travel agency in Japan.  In fact, taking the wide range of promotions available outside in consideration, their prices are doubled.  Also, the employees are so unintelligent that they tried to brainwash me!  They couldn't believe the prices that I have found.  Well, it was half their prices.  So much for a student discount!  They were trying to convince me that the travel agencies I have found were untrustworthy.  Yet, I have found them by the most legitimate middle-person websites, JTB and Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On the flip side, great customer service.  Although slow, every email is written with so much honorifics that I have to read it twice.  Also, you get super-personal help if reserved by phone or in person.  After I got the name of 1 worker, I know she is on it!  The special treatment is as if I am a VIP.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Forget student discount, and go JTB!  JTB offers crazy promotions.  Also, there are special, special promotions to Kyoto and other places for foreigners.  By "special promotion," I mean a package including accomodation that is cheaper than the cheapest Shinkansen ride by itself.  Exclusive free pass offers that are not available to Japanese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must have been one of the most memorable hardship in Japan, next to getting a cell phone here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114794684933168837?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114794684933168837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114794684933168837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/05/travel-agencies-in-japan.html' title='Travel Agencies in Japan'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114753255690402908</id><published>2006-05-13T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T11:30:01.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Food Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to do the fob sign/victory sign/peace sign while I can without being judged!  (^O^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114753255690402908?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114753255690402908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114753255690402908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/05/keep-food-coming.html' title='Keep the Food Coming'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114753414838277252</id><published>2006-05-13T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T07:11:28.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigeon-Buster</title><content type='html'>Now, imagine yourself in a tight, enclosed space with pigeons flapping and flying around.  This is what I had to deal with, x3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I had to deal with the pigeon droppings at my balcony.  It was later cleaned up for me.  In fact, they even put a green net up as a blockage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inage-pigeons are fiery.  This is why there are metal sliding doors guarding our garbage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that everything is blocked off, they are finding new ways to disturb the peace of the C.U. International Housing.  Earlier this week, I walked down the hall to do laundry.  At first glance, the laundry room was filthy.  Initially, I thought it was a dirty hallmate or puke.  I sensed that something was moving, looked up, and screamed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the rest of the story, go to &lt;a href="http://corisan.blogspot.com/2006/05/attack-of-pooping-pigeons_09.html"&gt;Cori's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114753414838277252?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114753414838277252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114753414838277252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/05/pigeon-buster.html' title='Pigeon-Buster'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114679972319842298</id><published>2006-05-04T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:19:08.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harajuku With 2 Koreans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_0212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_0212.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4082.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: It's supposed to be ESJ in one of the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY GOLDEN WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;  (In Japan, we are all enjoying our 5-day weekend.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Eun-Jung and Jane.  Eun-Jung lives down the hall.  I went to my home visit with her.  Also, I spend countless hours speaking Japanese to her.  She finishes my sentences, corrects my grammar, and successfully figures out what I am trying to say after a list of self-created Japanese words.  Jane, who I have known for almost 9 years, is one of my closest friend.  We studied Japanese together for 6 years, and I also went to a Korean church with her.  Now, she is a foreign exchange student at 筑波大学 (north of Tokyo).  Jane is also responsible for every Korean words I know, including the usual greetings, "really", "stop", etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more than half a year of living in Japan, Jane and I finally met up at　原宿.  I invited Eun-Jung, because she was extremely interested to meet a Korean American.  I knew it would work out when they individually told me how nice the other person was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out the day with Jane speaking to Eun-Jung in Korean, while I am speaking to Jane in English and Eun-Jung in Japanese.  Funny triangular relationship.  Although we focused on Japanese, it only got worse.  Jane started to speak to Eun-Jung in English, and I would reply in Korean as if I understand the conversation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane bought me お土産 from Korea and Tsukuba.  It included tea and snacks.  THANK YOU!  Unfortunately, Jane had to leave early.  Thereafter, Eun-Jung and I spent the rest of the day at 渋谷.  We ended the day with our feet sore.  On the upside, I bought a BUNCH of things and spent very little money (despite the fact that I am a 貧乏人).  In addition, we went to 明治神宮 to pick up a charm that I will soon send to my father who is sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114679972319842298?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114679972319842298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114679972319842298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/05/harajuku-with-2-koreans.html' title='Harajuku With 2 Koreans'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114597140588064695</id><published>2006-04-25T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:21:22.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Party</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of a new semester, the 自己紹介 tradition, and the endless welcome parties.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to say, just pictures:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_4001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_4001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114597140588064695?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114597140588064695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114597140588064695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/welcome-party.html' title='Welcome Party'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114515964281229907</id><published>2006-04-15T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:48:01.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>I finally gathered enough courage to tell my parents about how I have a boyfriend.  I told my mom over the phone.  There was literally a 7 second pause before she replied. I have also sent them a picture of us at hanami.  She said she will staple it onto the wall as a target.  She further added that she will keep her eyes out for him on the streets.  At last, she said she will set up a network among her mahjong friends.  Any news, especially if he were to cheat on me, will be reported to her.  Although I am sending her a full body picture, she said she'll take it to the developing store to blow it up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, she laughed.  I even told her that I will be going to Taiwan with him in June.  From there, she figured out how we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what was I so afraid of?  My mom was never a problem.  We'll see what happens next week when they call me again.  That is after my mom transfer the news to my dad and after they receive the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*APPLAUSE*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114515964281229907?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114515964281229907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114515964281229907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114502540708189274</id><published>2006-04-14T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:36:47.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ダイソ</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when everything at ダイソ costs under a dollar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03803.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03803.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03796.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03796.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114502540708189274?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502540708189274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502540708189274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114502540708189274.html' title='ダイソ'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114502410152331036</id><published>2006-04-14T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:44:59.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>花火</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3924.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3924.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of Rob's stay, we also had 花火.  We bought a bunch, but we withheld ourselves from getting the ones that shoot up into the sky.  After all, we don't want to cause too much trouble.  Apparently, the only regulation is that it is done before 10 pm, and that the garbage must be cleaned up.  That's quite hard since there's never a garbage can in sight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/DSC03817.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the week was rainy and it is a hassle to go to the beach at night, we did it at the playground across from my dormitory.  It was lots of fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also climbed on this pyramid at the park.  I have always wanted to climb up on it, because there was the same thing at the park where I used to live at in Hong Kong.  Since then, at 8 years old, I have never seen it again.  I couldn't climb all the way to the top.  It makes me wonder how I used to do it when I was half my size.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Japanese kids does the craziest things.  Now, are we, as Americans, being too protective?  Or, are Japanese kids just simply smarter?  They seem to be capable of doing things that would never be allowed in the states.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some more pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03839.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/IMG_3926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114502410152331036?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502410152331036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502410152331036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114502410152331036.html' title='花火'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114502222848917374</id><published>2006-04-14T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:48:46.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>アメ横</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03777.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03777.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the day of our hanami, we found アメ横, a tourist area,  nearby.  It was ordinary.  In fact, it was somewhat disappointing considering that I often hear about it.  Luckily, we didn't go out of our way to get there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I bought my first 浴衣 there.  It is white and red.  Unfortunately, even with an English guide, Rob and I were unable to tie the おび.  In fact, we were no where near that step.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was a 浴衣 and not a kimono, it was just as complicated.  As a result, Rob bought me my second 浴衣; at Narita Airport before he departed.  It is beautiful.  It is pink and white with a floral pattern.  Unlike the first one, the おび is actually a clip on.  It also came with the sandals.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am only looking forward to festivals in the summer where I can wear them.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114502222848917374?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502222848917374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502222848917374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114502222848917374.html' title='アメ横'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114502159487579912</id><published>2006-04-14T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T09:34:24.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>寿司</title><content type='html'>Originally, we wanted to go 花見 for our second time at a different location.  We visited 千葉公園 on our biking trip.  We wanted to return to ride on the boats with 弁当.  It was then that we found out that it was illegal to have 2 people riding on the same bicycle.  Cori confirmed it, and apparently, I was the last one to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we were plagued by the rain for consecutive days.  However, even so, we had a great deal of fun sipping wine and making sushi.  Once again, we only picked our favorite food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I present to you, the work of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Robanie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3909.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3887.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3904.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3904.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114502159487579912?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502159487579912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114502159487579912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114502159487579912.html' title='寿司'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114501575793430754</id><published>2006-04-14T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T00:10:07.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>花見</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3793.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Today, a whole gang came with me to exchange my TV tuner.  We must have spent hours.  I was excited to watch not only the world cup this summer, but to watch anything the entire weekend.  Instead, the second one became dysfunctional as well in a matter of minutes.  Because I am totally furious, I decided to post entries on my blog as Rob had suggested.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3726.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/IMG_3726.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After much consideration, Rob and I decided to go to 上野恩賜公園 for 花見 (flower viewing).  Fortunately, Rob arrived before the season has ended.  In addition, I have bought equipments to make our delicious お弁当.  With the Japanese recipe book and Desy's rice cooker, we were ready to go~!  For our lunch boxes, I decided earlier that it would be fun to prepare food to make hand rolls.  The ingredients included our favorite avocado and eel, my newly mastered 焼き卵, sushi rice, いくら (salmon eggs), and seaweed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/IMG_3733.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were fitting everything into the lunch box, we started eating the sushi rice from our sticky hands.  It was scrumptious!  Along with our 弁当, we brought snacks, wet towels, chopsticks, etc.  We then tied it into a blue cloth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were up early, we were still in a bit of a rush.  Apparently, I only had dark color clothes.  Since it didn't seem to fitting for spring or the 花見 season, we shopped.  After an hour by train, we arrived to find the park flooded with people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/IMG_3750.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The atmosphere for this popular park is exactly what we had expected.  Large groups of people were on picnic mats drinking beer, laughing, and singing.  Dominos was taking over the place!!  Their workers were every where, holding menus, taking orders.  At last, there was an interesting group of men in business suits singing for free to whoever wishes to see them perform.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03695.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We must have spent hours under a sakura tree.  It was slightly windy, thereafter, they would fall from time to time.  It was beautiful.  We took off our shoes like everyone else and sat on our tiny, pink mat.  We weren't civilized enough to use chopsticks, therefore, our hands were covered with rice.  After a while, we were running out of seaweed.  So, our hand rolls were stuffed with more and more stuff.  Moreover, different shapes were produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/400/IMG_3790.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After making about a dozen handrolls, we strolled to different areas of the park.  We even rode on the paddle swan boat!  There were white swans, yellow swans (not duck), regular paddle boats, and rowing boats.  On a side note, there were these black and white evil-looking ducks as well.  They looked like they were about to take over the world!  Their eyes glowed.  It was colorful, and we were in time to see the sunset reflecting from the pond.  The pond closed within minutes after we finished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03773.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03773.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it got dark, there were ぼんぼり点灯 hanging every where.  In addition, there were the food stands that we often encounter.  At last, I almost killed 9 of my friends!  They were Wing-Chow, Ichiroo, Alice, Dim Sum, Dwayne, Dawn, Cooper, Alex, and Mandy.  What happened was that I was playing the game where you try to catch a goldfish with a tissue paper spoon.  I caught one, but she gave me 9!  While we were sitting on a bench eating who-knows-what that was served at one stand, I was trying to sit the plastic bag of goldfish on the floor.  The water ended up flowing out of the bag as I dropped it and the goldfishes were flapping on the floor.  I immediately picked up 3 or so of them and dropped them back into the bag.  I almost killed them!!  Worst of all was that Rob named all 9 of them.  After what had happened, we freed them before the night ended at the pond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were exiting the park, we found a dance floor next to a big fountain.  They were playing Japanese reggae.  Everyone was facing the speakers and did a one-two step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, guess what?  I just found a cockaroach next to my bed~!  Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114501575793430754?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114501575793430754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114501575793430754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_14.html' title='花見'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114445792863894718</id><published>2006-04-07T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T08:53:04.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>お弁当</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3709.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided to pick up a few things so I can make an お弁当 for Hanami before the season ends.  The Japanese has everything to sell.  They make anything that would make life easier.  At last, I must have spent 3000 yen on who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, what the hell is 昆布 or kelp (dictionary: a type of brown seaweed)?&lt;/span&gt;  It is one of the listed ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!  I am horrible at making anything.  I just hope that I don't cut any fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114445792863894718?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445792863894718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445792863894718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_08.html' title='お弁当'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114445591765591394</id><published>2006-04-07T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:25:17.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Back in School</title><content type='html'>When I first came back to the dorm, Eun-Jung ran up to me and started chattering in Japanese.  She was asking me simple questions, but I froze and I slowly explained that I have forgotten my Japanese.  She continued to talk faster and faster, and I became silent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first day back, we had to take a placement exam.  I did horribly.  Even if I hadn't left for 6 weeks, I wouldn't have done much better.  It wasn't that I had forgotten Japanese, but I am simply slower than before.  It took me longer to read.  The Japanese words were all jumping out at me once.  Although I have been reviewing and learning in my current level, I have always wanted to be placed in a more challenged class.  I gave up on the idea after the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had homeroom.  Everyone seems to be speaking Japanese instead of English more willingly.  Either I have become slower, or other foreign exchange students are speaking much faster.  Thanks to Rob who downloaded a bunch of Japanese drama, I have noticed certain usage of words (mostly slangs) between Japanese people that I have never noticed before.  In addition, I'm sure I'll pick up on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During homeroom, we received our grades.  My grades consisted of only A's and S's.  Sarcastically, I turned to Cori, "Woohoo, I got an A in Chinese."  She replied, "And, you didn't get an S?"  It was then that I realize that the grading system is in the order of S, A, B, C, F, and W.  The 2 classes that I am absolutely fabulous in, Chinese 2 (a level much lower than what I should take) and Volleyball, I received A's.  It sounds so ironic when everyone yelled out, "I can't believe I got an A (in so-and-so's class)!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in NY, a friend of Rob who is applying to go study abroad approached me.  I was quite intimated.  He spoke in an incredible speed.  Thank god for English!  I wouldn't want to embarrass myself.  After thinking that I have gained nothing from Japan the first semester, I wish to make the best out of my second one.  Of course, I will still stay in my room to talk to Rob.  LOL.  Fortunately, he will be coming more frequently.  At least, I'll be out some where ordering food and reading signs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Andrew delivered the DVD of our presentations from last year.  Thanks again, by the way!.  I watched the American presentation and I got the chills looking at myself.  Heh.  Thereafter, I decided to skim through the other presentations that we did not stay to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114445591765591394?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445591765591394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445591765591394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/first-day-back-in-school.html' title='First Day Back in School'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114445416912115371</id><published>2006-04-07T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:35:39.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>久しぶり</title><content type='html'>I have been gone for 6 weeks, if not more.  The more I was worried about my Japanese, the more people came up to me.  I was approached by 2 foreigners who asked for directions in Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away, I remember the distinctive smell that I have only found in Japan, the businessmen in suits, the vending machines, etc.  Everything has changed.  The grasses are greener, the flowers are blooming, and most importantly, SAKURAS!  There are even buildings that I have never noticed before on the path to school.  I was excited once again to walk into a convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 inches of mail, and there were signes posted all over my door.  Apparently, while I was gone, they installed the internet connection and a new conditioner!  Hopefully, the new A/C will be more energy efficient.  I wouldn't want to pay over $100 a month for electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brighten my day even more, they cleaned up the pidgeon poop outside my balcony!  I cleaned it up once, and I almost puked.  Ever since, I have simply avoided to walk outside.  No one else seems to have that problem but me.  For that reason, only my floor in the 2 buildings have a green net hung up to prevent further problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am upset is that I thought I was to be excused for a whole month of electricity bill.  Apparently, I forgot to turn off the water heater!!  GRR!!  I have learned that keeping the water warm is probably much more expensive than keeping my computer on throughout the entire month.  *sigh*  Live and learn, Stephanie, live and learn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, seeing everyone makes me happy, especially when I received an email from Cori asking if I needed anything such as groceries.  Thanks Cori for paying my bill and thank you, Desy, for signing things for me~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114445416912115371?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445416912115371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114445416912115371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='久しぶり'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114410066423394962</id><published>2006-04-02T05:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:05:48.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03509.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/200/DSC03509.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As early as the first week in NY, I have already wanted to go to Six Flags Great Adventures.  Ironically, our friend Tom had found free tickets on the opening day for the season online.  Not only do all 5 of us have tickets, we had 2 extra tickets that had to be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to take only one car and squeeze into Tom's beamer, making him our designated driver.  After hours of chatting, singing, and eating Chinese take outs, we arrived half an hour late at 5:30 pm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/DSC03553.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/DSC03553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the amusement park was giving out free tickets, the temperature was at high 71, and it was the opening day for the year, the were less people than any other day.  Without speed passes, we were fortunate enough to ride one rollercoaster after another.  I started to pose at the cameras at the rollercoasters, but unfortunately, they were out of service.  Throughout the day, we caught shows and parades of looney tune characters.  By 10 pm, there were fireworks as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of our day, Rob and I got to pig out at our favorite Boardwalk food - boardwalk fries, funnel cake, and even corn dog.  While we were roaming around, 2 guy friends decided to sit next to each other in a go cart race.  On the other hand, the rest of us found free Dippin' Dots.  Apparently, the cash register was broken.  Therefore, any customers that approach the counter receive them for free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3683.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3686.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earlier, we made plans to hunt down looney tune characters, but they were all waiting for us by the end of the day.  The characters included, Bugs, Lola, Daffy, Tweety, Taz, PePe Le Pew, Road Runner, Porky, Porky's gf, Granny, Sylvester, Marvin, and many more.  We had two fully charged cameras.  Of course, we took pictures with all of them!!  It was much easier than what we experienced in Disney Sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114410066423394962?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114410066423394962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114410066423394962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/04/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114409578087388544</id><published>2006-03-30T02:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:00:44.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before we have the available time and resource to go on a vacation cruise, we went on a 3-hr dinner cruise in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3549.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3549.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cruise consisted of an outdoor deck for sightseeing, dancing, live cabaret, and a buffet dinner.  The atmosphere was much different than what I had expected.  Despite the fact that there was a couple who had announced their engagement, the majority of the crowd consisted of bigger groups.  There were a group of drunken women on the dance floor and a group of elders wearing tiaras.  Sitting behind Rob was a table with two miserable girls who had not spoken a single word.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3575.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3575.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a dinner cruise on a Thursday night.  I was surprised at the amount of passengers.  Each group came for different reasons.  As a result, the dj chose songs from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Will Survive&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YMCA&lt;/span&gt; to clubbing songs and other slower dancing songs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was comfortable, and we were able to see the NY skyline at another angle.     &lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the cruise is the delicious creme brulee cheesecake.  In the end, we also purchased a picture they had taken for us as a souvenir.  Although the night has turned out perfectly, we seem to enjoy the view of the Rainbow Bridge in Odaiba more than the bridges and buildings in Manhattan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114409578087388544?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114409578087388544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114409578087388544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/03/dinner-cruise.html' title='Dinner Cruise'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114271976893445150</id><published>2006-03-18T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:09:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/St.%20Patty%27s%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/St.%20Patty%27s%20Day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114271976893445150?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114271976893445150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114271976893445150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114248587682032575</id><published>2006-03-15T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T01:46:10.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowboarding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/1600/IMG_3476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2870/1625/320/IMG_3476.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rob and I are always on vacation.  My scrapbook is filled with ticket stubs of things that we have done in the past summer and winter vacation.  Unfortunately, while I'm in New York for my spring vacation, Rob has school.  The way we spend our days is something we are both not accustom to.  Rob has been busy writing reports and studying for midterms; I was sick and my jetlag took a long time to overcome.  As a result, I spent the first few weeks in bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sickness tends to wait until Rob is around.  When he was in Japan, I had the stomach virus, throwing up for days.  Here, I had the flu.  I was drowsy for the first 2 weeks.  After all, who else would run around delivering soup and food for me everyday if it is not Rob?  In Japan, he made me お粥; he even sliced ham/bacon and vegetable for flavoring.  In New York, conforming to the American culture, he brought back chicken noodle soup.  Ironically, after weeks of sweat and stress, his mom thanked me for taking care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our plans were postponed a few times, I was finally healthy, and we went to Mountain Creek.  It was quite horrifying to experience my first of many.  It was my first time to snowboard (or ski), wear snowboarding equipments, and ride on ski lifts.  We were there from 5 to 9 pm.  I despise the cold, but the weather was warm that Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equipment was easy to put on because they are similar to rollerskates - the buckles, long shoelaces, etc.  After a few pictures, the 5 of us marched onto the snow.  I walked slowly onto the icy slope, because I didn't trust the sturdiness of the shoes. We followed the crowd, because our friend Tom adviced us to skip the bunny slopes.  Note to self: Never take an advice from a beginner who is snowboarding for the second time of his life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most popular stories told by first timers are ski lift experiences. After overcoming the fear that the shoes will fail me, we had to travel up the mountain by a standing ski lift.  The height of the mountain was intimidating.  After all, I couldn't see our destination point.  I gripped firmly onto the edge of the lift as I faked a smile for the camera.  Just imagine riding up on a rollercoaster, incapable of seeing the end of the upward slope - that was what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the lifts were running nonstop, we were afraid that we won't land on time.  We inched closer and closer to each other as we lined up to get off.  At last, contrary to belief, the 5 of us only took 1/5 of the given time to get off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a sitting ski lift.  The oncoming bench was to "sweep" us away from our back as we stood there.  Learning from others, we locked only one shoe onto the snowboard.  As our bench took off, my snowboard was dragging in the snow.  I thought my foot was stuck and I was about to die.  I knew better during my second time around.  Ski lift is the most dangerous transportation I have ever experienced.  WHERE ARE THE SEATBELTS?!  I could have easily fallen a 100 ft down, breaking a limb.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I had to support the weight of my heavy snowboard with my weak left foot while we were in mid-air.  I thought my ankle was to break off.  Thankfully, Rob took some weight off of me by holding my snowboard up.  At the end of the ride, I was told to "jump off" from the lift once we arrive.  As I landed, I thought the lift would hit me on the back of my head as I landed, but it didn't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our short trip to "death," we arrived.  Soon, I learned to stand and fall.  After another half an hour, I gained balance and arrived to the top of the first downward slope, 25 feet from where we first started.  After a few short slopes, Rob and I were left alone. Rob and I snowboarded down the mountain without being told how to stop or turn.  The first half went well.  I was able to stop myself from hurting others.  I stayed low to fall from a lower height.  BIG MISTAKE!  I ended up accelerating.  Most of the time I stopped myself because the speed was far from what I can withstand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since first grade, I was taught to always fall forward.  Snowboarding was reversing everything that I learned.  I was told to fall on my butt.  I was "addicted" to falling.  After all, it was my only way to stop.  Pain wasn't a question at the time.  As I fall, I would dig my fingers into the slushes or press my fingers onto the ice in an attempt to stop falling downhill.  According to Rob, after I make an effort to stop every time, I would lose strength and spin uncontrollably.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order not to lose each other, Rob followed behind me as I snowboarded down the mountain.  It was my first time, but it was Rob's first time, too.  He would often stop 2 ft in front of me after I fall.  Snow would fly to my face everytime.  My hero always came to my rescue but this one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, I knocked my head twice.  Both times, I lied down, facing the sky, waiting to become unconscious or the birds.  Instead, I had 2 big bumps on my head for the next 2 to 3 days.  So, here's the story of my fallen hero: One of those two times, Rob rushed to my direction.  However, instead of coming to my rescue, he knocked me hard with his snowboard (thankfully, not my head).  If only I had a clip of it, I would send it to America's Home Funniest Video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of our first trip downhill, we decided to go back to the basics: the bunny slopes.  After 2 more times, our day was filled with fatigue, soup, and hot chocolate at the food court.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a crybaby.  After all, I banged my head twice!  Speaking of which, I must purchase a helmet next year.  My butt cheeks, tailbone, head, neck, and arms hurted for the next 48 hours.  In fact, because of the "head bang," I couldn't move my neck.  It hurted when I sneezed.  No word can describe the pain of a first-time snowboarder.  No sport I had done is comparable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, this marks another sport, next to skim boarding, in which I must defeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114248587682032575?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114248587682032575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114248587682032575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/03/snowboarding.html' title='Snowboarding'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114074989704070934</id><published>2006-02-23T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:58:17.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>Returning to New York, there are a number of things I have to learn to get used to.  An obvious one is the oncoming traffic on the left side, as oppose to the right.  However, there's one interesting transition that I would like to share.  That is, the lack of... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EARTHQUAKES!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, it takes seconds for me to realize that there is no earthquake in New York.  I would think, "EARTHQUAKE!" for a split second, as I would in Chiba.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are procedures to be taken, such as opening doors and windows, but we never do them.  I must have felt more earthquakes than anyone else have in Chiba.  My estimate for the number of earthquake, I have to say, is more than 2 dozens.  It could be that I am extra sensitive of a person, I am more sensitive on the 4th floor, or it has gotten to my head!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, when earthquake hits, we'd think, "Oh, earthquake."  We would probably cease what we were doing for 5 seconds, and the rest of the time (around 20-30 seconds), we would continue what we were doing, but probably slower, as we wait for it to end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to read everyone else's experiencing when they return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114074989704070934?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114074989704070934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114074989704070934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/02/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114072692160761339</id><published>2006-02-23T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:33:50.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"How was Japan?"</title><content type='html'>Returning to New York, the question "How was Japan?" is expected in every conversation I run into.  Although I have learned to prepare myself to answer that question, I am still at lost.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I would describe my days in Japan.  Of course, I must say I am fortunate to be selected to go to Chiba.  Surely, I enjoy my days when Rob visits, but it would be agreed upon unanimously that I am not living it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I thought of something that I would like to share.  The "How was Japan?" question often leads to other questions, such as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Rob's suitemate: How was Japan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um... Warm...  &lt;br /&gt;Rob's suitemate: Yeah...  It's like, what?  Summer, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How was Japan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;(The above lines were repeated 3 more times)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Did you forget your English or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: How was Japan?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Warm...&lt;br /&gt;Friend: So... did you walk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;through &lt;/span&gt;paper doors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and I have agreed to put up an act with the most random, ridiculous stereotypes of Japan.  From questions pity that Japan does not have coffee, or a suggestion to visit me from Thailand (or something like that) by train, we must test how far we can take this to.  We've decided that I will appear to have forgotten my English, and to sit with my knees bent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114072692160761339?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114072692160761339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114072692160761339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-was-japan.html' title='&quot;How was Japan?&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114049489470408166</id><published>2006-02-20T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:42:44.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloated (Updated)</title><content type='html'>My days are rather mundane.  If I can recall properly, I sleep after 4 am every morning.  Before 11 am hits, I would wake up energetically.  Usually breakfast or lunch would be eaten, but never together.  I don't recall the last time I was hungry when I sat down for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On campus, I question everything I eat.  It is either the greasy Chinese food, the way the students handle the food, or the large portion of Indian food.  When I would eat a smaller meal, I would eat a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;healthy &lt;/span&gt;BLT sandwich from the deli.  Before Japan, I have only been delighted by food.  Never have I questioned the portion or the healthiness of the meals I eat, but now, I can't help but question why my stomach is always bloated like a child suffering from malnutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, having to pay for my own electricity and averaging $80 a month, I have learned to take hot, frequent showers, make hot drinks, as replacements for blasting the heat.  Mostly, I would drink green tea.  Not only had it kept me warm in the wintery days, it had helped my digestive system.  On campus in NY, however, I have adapted to the limited available hot drinks, hot chocolate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this rate, I will gain 15 pounds before I return to Japan.  My everyday schedule includes eat and sleep.  I can fall asleep anywhere.  The reason, I believe, is my comfortable, portable, personal pillow - Rob.  I would nap at a 4 hour long review on his shoulder, or I would nap on his lap when he studies for his midterm.  Of course, I also take naps in the car and when he has class.  Not to mention, Rob keeps me warm when we are outside, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Japan, where we travel by foot or by bicycle, in New York, I sit in the passenger's seat and change radio stations.  Now, I lack my daily exercises of the flights of stairs to my room and the bicycle rides.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer jetlagged, but the mundane days is worse than food coma, or even, what I'd call, a &lt;em&gt;shower coma&lt;/em&gt;.  I have taken up burping and yawning as my hobby.  Disgusting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is surprising how quickly I have gained weight.  Perhaps, aside from the above reasons, I'm with Rob~  Here, I don't see why I wouldn't sleep as peacefully as I do, and enjoy every second &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt; having to look at Rob through the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, some crunches would help~  I shall get a yoga mat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114049489470408166?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114049489470408166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114049489470408166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/02/bloated-updated.html' title='Bloated (Updated)'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16973742.post-114044084640627247</id><published>2006-02-20T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T08:23:16.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in NY</title><content type='html'>After my 12-hour flight, my arrival was clear when the arrival statement was made in an Indian accent.  When I was on line for the the airport's immigration, it was further comfirmed by the sight of black Americans and Indians at the inspector booths. I am often &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blessed &lt;/span&gt;by the speed of the government's work process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is not only diversed, it is also stereotypical.  Each racial group dominates a certain industry.  Chinese have the laundromats and restaurants, Indians have the taxis, delis, and newspaper stands, Mexicans have the cleaning sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One positive aspect of New York's diversity is clearly shown in what we ate.  For the past 2-3 days, we ate Malaysian food, Shanghai food, Vietnamese food, and Indian food.  Moreover, we went to Pizza Hut and Mickey D's for breakfast.  I must have been the first incoming foreign exchange student in Chiba to give in to McDonald's.  Although Inage's McDonald's serve pancakes, they don't serve breakfast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distinction between New York and Japan was also clearly shown when receiving service at restaurants.  The high school part-timer at McDonald's was clearly showing attitute to the customer ahead of us.  I saw at least 3 idling workers as I was rolling my eyes at the growing line.  At Pizza Hut, there was 1.5 waiter serving the entire restaurant of 6+ occupied tables.  Worst of all is that we had to tip.  At last, I was not bothered by it at all.  Perhaps I have picked up Japan's comparably slow lifestyle and patience.  (I am still surprised that the supposedly fast-paced Japan, contrary to belief, functions so slooooooooooooowly.)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides eating and fighting jetlag, Rob and I bowled with our friends.  A good deal of time was spent in Rob's car.  We even took the car to go to the opposite side of campus.  The campus must be 20x the size of Chiba's.  I miss being in Rob's car, especially because it is freezing outside.  I miss the radio, but I manage to recognize 95% of the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, Rob downloaded 電車男 (the serie) for us to watch.  Hopefully, my Japanese will not worsen that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apply for an re-entry permit&lt;/span&gt; if you are leaving Japan for the vacation, regardless of what your visa states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16973742-114044084640627247?l=0niyome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114044084640627247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16973742/posts/default/114044084640627247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://0niyome.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-in-ny.html' title='Weekend in NY'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f395/idperky/IMG_16482.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
