<?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-6868767017599629098</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:21:50.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we are</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-5529464767684067131</id><published>2010-01-27T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:02:55.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place of My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This one's a bit of a sad read, but it explains why Korea is so dear to me.  This is going into the book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Growing up with a father in the military had its pros and cons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A definite con was the inability to acquire life long friends due to the fact that we were constantly moving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our family was forced to move every four years and get stationed at a different military base.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A definite pro was the ability to see many places.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Among the entire time my father was employed by the United States Army, we were forced to uproot our family to five cities in three states and one country other than the United States.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;These locations included Atlanta, GA, Frankfurt, Germany, Killeen, TX, Honolulu, HI, Houston, TX, and El Paso, TX respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Being an “army brat” meant that I was never really given the chance to form strong relationships with my family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All six of my father’s siblings were also working in different branches of the military, which meant that no one was residing in the same location for a long period of time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have never in my life lived next to a family member, other than presently living next to my husband’s family (which I consider to be my own now).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Drifting from place to place made it hard for me to find a place that I could call my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Despite living in all of these areas, the one place that has made the most impact in my life is a little town in South Korea called Dong Du Chon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was the place that my father met my mother years before I was born.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She left her family to travel around the world and ultimately retire in the United States.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was the place that we constantly found ourselves going to when we needed a vacation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We used to visit Dong Du Chon every summer for several years during my elementary school days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I spent a good 10 out of the 52 weeks in a year visiting family there, it helped fill the void of not having family members present year around.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dong Du Chon is about an hour train ride away from Seoul, South Korea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a major foreigner town that houses a United States Army base called Camp Casey.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After Korea was split into it’s north and south sides, my family migrated from the north to the south into this little town and established a residence there.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a small-condensed town that acquires most of its income on entertaining the foreigners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I was a little girl, my mother, brother, and I used to take a taxi from the Incheon airport to my grandmother’s house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The drive was a good hour away and when we finally reached our destination, my brother and I would argue over who would enter the house first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first person to enter the house would be immediately snatched by grandmother and held onto for what seemed like hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother would hold us tight and cry because she was so happy to see us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In the mornings we would wake up to music being played in the street by men pushing around carts with toiletries and other miscellaneous objects that you could purchase for a small fee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If we needed to purchase any food, we would walk down the street to a little food shop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Right next to the food shop was a little restaurant that sold chapaghetti (a black noodle dish), and right next to the little restaurant was my Aunt and Uncle’s video shop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Up the street on the other side of my grandmother’s house was a beauty salon that my mother once owned and operated before she moved away with my father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kids ran around and played on the street that my grandmother lived on because cars seldom drove there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every year we looked forward to visiting my family in Korea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When my father retired from the military, he left our family to seek out a life of his own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It left my mother, brother, and I constantly struggling to make ends meet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That inevitably left us with no money to visit Korea anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the years passed, many things changed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I constantly yearned to visit my family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother would call often crying so much because she missed us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That made my mother avoid her calls.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was left with constant reoccurring dreams of me, as a little girl with pigtails, riding a tricycle down the street where my grandmother lived.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would ride my tricycle from the food store to my grandmother’s house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother was always eagerly awaiting my arrival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was given the opportunity to visit my family in Korea sixteen years after our last visit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I went there with my mother and my then 2-year-old son about a year and a half ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A lot changes in 16 years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The street that my grandmother lived on was widened to allow an easier passage for cars.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her house, which actually encompassed 5 separate living areas that could be accessed through the outside, was torn apart and condensed to two living areas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the living areas housed my uncle who owned the video shop and his three daughters, while the other was rented out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He closed his video shop and his wife left him to live with another man in another city in Korea.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother was moved to a nursing home and diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This little area that had once felt so warm and comfortable with lots of love, was reduced to an abandoned home with family members broken apart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The street was empty and free of kids running around and having a good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I’m not sure if I can ever integrate my past views with what it has become in the present.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;With all that has changed, I still remember the little street that I went to visit every year as a child.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I remember the love I felt and the cohesion that existed between my family and me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will always remember my grandmother crying tears of joy, and my brother and I walking down the street in the rain to my uncle’s video shop to rent a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-5529464767684067131?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/5529464767684067131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=5529464767684067131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/5529464767684067131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/5529464767684067131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2010/01/place-of-my-own.html' title='A Place of My Own'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-7480952701470956450</id><published>2009-11-11T01:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:16:51.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeze Luize it sure has been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It looks like the last time I wrote a post was over a year ago. I'm really good at keeping up with these types of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might copy Mandie and start a twitter page on the things that Connor says. Maybe I'll just post it on here. He's been talking so much lately, I'm sure I'll appreciate his quotes in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of lately he has said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Batman. Daddy's the tick! You're Arthur".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Toby has mono, the "kissing disease". He must have been making out with some 15 year old. I hope he enjoyed it because it will be weeks before I can give him a real kiss again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-7480952701470956450?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/7480952701470956450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=7480952701470956450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7480952701470956450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7480952701470956450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2009/11/geeze-luize-it-sure-has-been-while.html' title='Geeze Luize it sure has been a while'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-520938530612608699</id><published>2008-08-05T09:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:05:24.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been sick for days. The days are becoming weeks. When they turn into months, it'll subside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-520938530612608699?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/520938530612608699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=520938530612608699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/520938530612608699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/520938530612608699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-let-me-down.html' title='Don&apos;t let me down'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-3683607671361686745</id><published>2008-06-30T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:31:42.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G-chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Chat is disabled".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a piece of bologna, huh? At least I only have a couple of more months at this place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-3683607671361686745?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/3683607671361686745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=3683607671361686745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3683607671361686745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3683607671361686745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/06/g-chat.html' title='G-chat'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-3498085739545150995</id><published>2008-06-27T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:07:28.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We're sitting down and he looks up at me. He's waiting for a reaction; some type of motion, to signal him of what to do. I’m calm and I smile at him. He thinks about it and smiles back. He gives me that look to show me he cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 months 29 days and 35 minutes. I wouldn’t take back one day, and it keeps getting better…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-3498085739545150995?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/3498085739545150995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=3498085739545150995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3498085739545150995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3498085739545150995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/06/cts.html' title='CTS'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-1572316232691355856</id><published>2008-06-02T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T17:07:43.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelorette Outing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kate and I went to Buddakan on Friday night. Mmmm...I absolutely love that place. We met up with Toby, Chad, Charlie, and Mark afterwards. They were a few blocks away from us eating sushi at a Japanese Karaoke bar. It's funny how Toby and I can't seem to be apart, even on our Bachelor/ Bachelorette outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate really made me feel special and I appreciate that very much. She's one of my favorite people in PA. Thanks Kate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-1572316232691355856?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/1572316232691355856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=1572316232691355856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/1572316232691355856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/1572316232691355856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/06/bachelorette-outing.html' title='Bachelorette Outing'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-3570615129720636853</id><published>2008-05-29T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:00:40.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little tid bits about yours truly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.  I pee a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.  I usually start unbuttoning my pants before I actually get to the bathroom stall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.  When I laugh, my whole body laughs; I just can't keep straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.  I'm addicted to warm chocolate chip cookies.  I can eat 15 of them in one sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5.  You'll rarely ever see me drinking a carbinated drink.  If I attempt to drink one, I'll really only drink 1/4 of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6.  I used to be a vegetarian, I now enjoy eating the fat off of a dead pig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7.  I'm not as politically inclined as my lover, but I do admire his passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.  I have a hard time sitting like a regular person on a chair.  I usually have to curl my legs up in the chair, or do the little korean squat on the chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9.  I used to be in plays and recitals when I was in elementary school, now I fear a crowd or attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10.  When I am drunk, I am a lot like Toby when he is sober...yack yack yack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;11.  I'm not good with phrases..."what am I?  Chop Suiy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;12.  I like to sip on coffee.  I usually only drink about 1/3 of a cup of coffee at one time and end up wasting the rest.  I started only filling my coffee cup up 1/2 way.  It's a shame that I still have to pay full price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;13.  I like to eat my cake from the inside out.  I'm not too crazy about the frosting on the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;14.  I only like sugar and glazed donuts.  Keep it simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;15.  I never know what I want...but I always definately know what I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-3570615129720636853?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/3570615129720636853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=3570615129720636853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3570615129720636853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/3570615129720636853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-tid-bits-about-yours-truly.html' title='Little tid bits about yours truly'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-232947124955251897</id><published>2008-05-29T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:25:00.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So this personal training thing has not been working out so well.  I've been too tired and busy to meet with the trainer at night, I can't seem to wake up before 7:45am in the mornings, and the weekends are out of the picture.  My mother has been making pancakes for breakfast for the past few days and I can't sem to resist them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I think I gained the 5 lbs that I lost.  You can officially call me "fatty".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toby is over 200 lbs now and he is looking good!  Everyone be prepared, there just might be a push up contest during the wedding festivities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-232947124955251897?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/232947124955251897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=232947124955251897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/232947124955251897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/232947124955251897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/diet.html' title='Diet'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-6009847839922595776</id><published>2008-05-27T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:20:53.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Progress Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cake-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We found a place to bake our cake.  It's going to be a lemon pound cake...Toby loves lemon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rings-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We went to a few different jewelry stores that all pretty much had the same rings.  We wanted something simple, but if we were going to spend money, the customer service had to be perfect.  Helzberg Diamond did a good job, so we made our final purchase there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuxes-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toby, Mark, and Chad got fitted for their tuxes on Saturday.  We have to take little Connor in some time this week.  I'm hoping we will hear from Tom soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.O.H.-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've decided not to ask anyone else to fill this spot.  Being a last minute pick/ replacement is far from being special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridal Shower(s)&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;not happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Man&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M.I.A.--I hope you're okay buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bachelor's Party&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think Toby's coworkers are going to take him out--but friends, please, take him out for a good time.  I think he'll enjoy a guys night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-6009847839922595776?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/6009847839922595776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=6009847839922595776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6009847839922595776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6009847839922595776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/wedding-progress-update.html' title='Wedding Progress Update'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-7830250110160145194</id><published>2008-05-20T14:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:01:03.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>25 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm a little upset right now.  Without going into too much detail, my maid of honor will not be attending my wedding.  That has left a very sad vicki reflecting on her life with friends and wondering how so much hope and faith can go into people, with little coming back.  I'm so goddamned tired of trying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have 25 days until my wedding.  I finally made an appointment with a bakery.  I'll be there at 7am tomorrow morning.  That's one thing down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm still figuring out what to do about alcohol at the reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-7830250110160145194?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/7830250110160145194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=7830250110160145194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7830250110160145194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7830250110160145194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/25-days.html' title='25 days'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-1290602979401929924</id><published>2008-05-19T09:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:55:36.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Connor did not want to put on a diaper last night after his bath. He ran around for about an hour with his little undies on before he finally decided it was time to potty (all over the floor). We introduced him to the potty training bowl when he was about 15 months old, but all he wanted to do was play with it. Now I think he understands that he has to sit on it rather than take it apart. We just have to get him to sit on it when he's ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an interesting time for us all. I'm sure we'll have a lot of running around and cleaning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFVoLz88hiU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFVoLz88hiU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-1290602979401929924?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/1290602979401929924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=1290602979401929924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/1290602979401929924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/1290602979401929924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-6043439114321220162</id><published>2008-05-16T11:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:13:20.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lethargy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are constant sounds filling my head right now; snap, crackle, pop….I really enjoy rice crispies cereal…plus the constant thudding on the window reminding me that today is going to be a wet day.  “It’s a good day for the ducks”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been awfully tired this week; lethargic to say the least, lethargic and fatigued.  I’m not sure why; I’ve been going to the gym regularly, eating healthy, and getting enough sleep.  I’ve been a day behind all week, thinking Tuesday was Monday, Wednesday was Tuesday, and Thursday was Wednesday.  I’ve misdated everything since Monday.  There must be something in the air, unless it’s the fluoride finally getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the spring semester last week.  I didn’t do as well as I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizational Studies- B&lt;br /&gt;Computer Concepts- A+&lt;br /&gt;Justice Studies- B&lt;br /&gt;Societal Statistics- A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I have received a B in almost 2 years.  Oh well.  It was not easy with all of the stress at work, plus planning a wedding on my own.  I should try not to be so hard on myself.  I am excited that I am done though, except I find myself with lots of free time during lunch and breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started reading Muhammad Yunus’ “Banker to the Poor”.  It’s an excellent book on how he founded the Grameen Bank.  I enjoy reading about real life stories and about those selfless people who really try to make a difference in the world.  I hope to one day make an impact on the needy around me.  Money is such a silly thing to worry and fight about; it’s what divides us, and what ultimately ends some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I’m sure I’ll be back later today to give some updates on the wedding.  I need to make some warm tea and take a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-6043439114321220162?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/6043439114321220162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=6043439114321220162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6043439114321220162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6043439114321220162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/05/lethargy.html' title='lethargy'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-9120317180227884805</id><published>2008-04-30T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:54:19.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulus Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In case you are interested in seeing when you'll get yours, visit this site:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irs.gov/irs/article/0,,id=180250,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;http://www.irs.gov/irs/article/0,,id=180250,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Those assholes make the value of the dollar go down and hope that a $600 check will make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-9120317180227884805?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/9120317180227884805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=9120317180227884805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/9120317180227884805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/9120317180227884805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/stimulus-check.html' title='Stimulus Check'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-6586865143396268861</id><published>2008-04-24T17:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:30:02.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My boss, the Sr. VP of Operations got laid off a couple of days ago. I really liked the guy and it was a very sad couple of days. It turns out our Columbus office is moving to another division and we were a little heavily staffed. I have two thoughts on that. First, great! we'll finally have our management team back in our office. Second, crap! that means we're losing half of our business. We'll see how things turn out and if we're all out of a job by the end of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It probably wasn't a great idea to blow all of our savings on the wedding....but at least none of it is on credit. That really makes me feel grown up. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I caught the disgusting, inconsiderate, unsanitary waste of a human- painting the toilets with her piss and blood. She happened to rush into the bathroom just as I was finishing up. She rushed right out, and I of course had to see if it was her. Should I tell her something? She's kind of taller than me, rugged, and a little mean looking. She'll probably try to shank me in the parking lot, seeing that she comes from the "hood". Although I have been feeling pretty confident since my personal trainer told me that I was very strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gosh you guys are silly. I'm not violent. I'll just tell her coworkers, the scarier girls, that I have formed an alliance with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just for the record, Toby's wedding numbers are a little off. I'll give you a quick breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Main Chunk:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$4000- 2 nights at Joseph Ambler Inn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$2500- 2 hours of drinking during the reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$5500- Ceremony/ Reception&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Other Items:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$100- handmade invitations---sorry if some of the glue came off of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$350- cake (i'm hoping to not have to spend more than that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$200- flowers (I may put together some flowers myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;$500-$1000- wedding favors/ gifts for family and bridal party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;free- videography by Mandie and Damian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;free- rehearsal dinner hosted by Sallie Derr and sister Gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Am I missing anything? Toby and I are still talking about whether or not we want a photographer. He thinks it's a waste of money. If you know of anyone who will give us a good deal, let us know. If not, and you have an awesome camera, please bring it to the wedding and take some pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll be mailing out the third set of invitations within the next few days. If you have not received yours yet, then it probably means we were not going to originally invite you. WHAT!? I'm just joking, I ran out of supplies and didn't want to send out crappy cards. Toby has a huge family you know? Those people like to reproduce! I love them. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-6586865143396268861?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/6586865143396268861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=6586865143396268861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6586865143396268861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6586865143396268861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-8028879240148215315</id><published>2008-04-21T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:55:10.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Keep Track</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Organizational Studies Assignment that was due yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Statistics Assignment due Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frontpage Assignment due on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Computer quiz due by Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Organizational Studies Assignment for this week, due this Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice Studies discussion board post due Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice Studies quiz due next Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It looks like there are a new set of employees in our neighbor's office.  Woohee!  More collection agents to say hello to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been searching for flights for my best friends from El Paso.  They are so expensive and depart at shitty times.  It looks like the cheapest we can get leaves on Sunday morning at 5:55am.  That's not going to work, especially if we're going to be partying all Saturday night after the wedding.  The trains don't run that early, which means we might need to hire a driver to drive all of my out of town guests to the airport.  Any volunteers??  Does anyone know of any sites or flight agencies that I can contact to get a good deal on tickets?&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/6868767017599629098-8028879240148215315?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/8028879240148215315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=8028879240148215315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/8028879240148215315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/8028879240148215315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/trying-to-keep-track.html' title='Trying to Keep Track'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-6042818636820818896</id><published>2008-04-19T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:19:25.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I finished!  I finished!!  6 straight hours of working on this paper has left me zombified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 pages is not relatively short...I'd like to take back that comment from my previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also made a mistake on the bullet points I left a couple days back.  RFID chips were not created from the events of September 11th, VeriChips were.  VeriChips are the rice sized chips that are being implanted in humans today.  RFID chips come in many forms and VeriChips are just one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to bed now.  Tomorrow consists of cleaning, speech therapy for Connor, and playing video games with Chad and Mark.  I'm so excited.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-6042818636820818896?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/6042818636820818896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=6042818636820818896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6042818636820818896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6042818636820818896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/research-paper.html' title='Research Paper'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-7378244803633015769</id><published>2008-04-18T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:53:34.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flouride is good for you...I think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Connor had his two year visit today. He is 32 lbs and 38 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the visit we asked the doctor to give us another prescription for vitamins. He said "would you like vitamins with flouride or just flouride?" Wow, what a question! I knew something was going to stir up from those choices, and Toby's facial expression confirmed my instant assumption. Toby made a point to tell the doctor that flouride was toxic and that it was not going to be given to our son. The doc was floored. I mean why wouldn't he be; he's been giving flouride to all his patients and his kids and probably genuinly isn't trying to harm them. Toby is going to put together a little packet of information for him, just to kind of open his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to finish my paper. It's such a beautiful day, it's such a shame to waste the day away working and studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-7378244803633015769?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/7378244803633015769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=7378244803633015769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7378244803633015769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7378244803633015769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/flouride-is-good-for-youi-think.html' title='Flouride is good for you...I think'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-7811471697256824050</id><published>2008-04-17T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:44:50.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RFID Chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am working on my paper for my Justice Studies class.  It's a relatively short 10 page paper, but I've only got one page down so far.  Nine more to go by midnight tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here are some interesting facts about the RFID Chip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Created by a company called VeriChip Corporation with intentions to insert chips into humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Inspired by the events of 9/11--firefighters were getting hurt and hospitals were unable to identify them or get their medical records.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Initially created to carry medical information for hospitals.  It would allow patients to go in and get scanned and instantly know what insurance a person uses and what their medical history is, in the cases of dimentia or memory loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some companies have forced their employees to insert chips into their body so that they can be identified for high-security projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Baja Beach Club in Barcelona has individuals who have inserted chips in them to carry their credit card information, to eliminate the need for carrying around any wallets, purses, or bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This kind of stuff makes me think about the idiots who support this movement.  Think deeper and try not to let us evolve into a species that can no longer rely on self-sufficiency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our privacy could be at stake...it's a good think this "movement" will probably never happen.  There is too much controversy over moral.&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/6868767017599629098-7811471697256824050?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/7811471697256824050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=7811471697256824050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7811471697256824050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/7811471697256824050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/rfid-chip.html' title='RFID Chip'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-5194927660338064277</id><published>2008-04-15T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:52:00.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have homework?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think I might have a panic attack. I just realized how much school work I need to get done by the end of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essay on organizational frames (due last Sunday)...the best I can hope for now is a C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice Studies test (due by midnight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essay on RFID chips and how they are violating our liberties (due Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice studies discussion board (due by Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Skills assignment (due by Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice Studies video discussion on whether or not Walmart is good for us (due Monday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Statistics Assignments 3 &amp;amp; 4 (due by Wednesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Justice Studies discussion board (due by Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Organizational studies assignment (due by Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This doesn't include my final exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to be begging Toby and my mom for help with Connor.&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/6868767017599629098-5194927660338064277?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/5194927660338064277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=5194927660338064277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/5194927660338064277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/5194927660338064277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-homework.html' title='I have homework?'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6868767017599629098.post-6604934273846581246</id><published>2008-04-14T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T15:47:51.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've been busy....so busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have three more weeks until this semester is over.  I'm not sure how I'm going to do.  My computer class has been quite easy, as always.  I'm struggling to keep up with my Organizational Studies and Justice Studies classes.  And I'm really falling behind on my Statistic for Society class.  I need to remember this when Fall registration begins.  I just have to keep reminding myself that I have one year left...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Work has been busy.  We've acquired some new neighbors who apparently have way too much testosterone.  I try to say hello to everyone, but I think some people aren't used to it and think I'm trying to say something more.  No man...just hello please.  I have to say, they do keep me entertained though.  Last week someone got arrested for trying to buy lunch with a stolen credit card.  A couple weeks before that, the cops came by to talk to one of the employees for having their truck block two spots while housing a dog in the back seat.  A couple weeks before that we had to put up signs in the bathrooms to remind people to throw away their tampons.  And a week before that, we had to report to HR and our attorneys the instances of intimidation our fellow employees were having.  It's been interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have one more set of invitations to mail out.  I hand made all of them.  Unfortunately, Michael's stopped selling the pearls I was attaching to the invitations, so some of them look a little different than the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I bought my wedding dress on Friday.  It's stunning.  My mother actually picked it out for me.  She saw it on a manakin and asked the bridal consultant to bring it to my dressing room.  Her eyes glimmered while the bridal consultant's mouth dropped.  It was a very convincing buy, I'll say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I still need to work on party favors, gifts, a photographer, a florist (unless I put together my own flowers), and....I'm not sure what else.  I've got 9 weeks to go.  Talk about procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6868767017599629098-6604934273846581246?l=vickichong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/feeds/6604934273846581246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6868767017599629098&amp;postID=6604934273846581246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6604934273846581246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6868767017599629098/posts/default/6604934273846581246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vickichong.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-lately.html' title='Life lately'/><author><name>I'm just an ordinary girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08594429669017721628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
