<?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-8124197107830595985</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:15:40.715-05:00</updated><category term='Decatur GA'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Eventful'/><category term='Personal Thoughts'/><category term='Current Events'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Wishful Thoughts'/><category term='life'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Fun Times'/><category term='Travels'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Politcal Thoughts'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Weightloss'/><category term='Bizarre Foods'/><category term='Health'/><category term='News'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Can I have a Bite...</title><subtitle type='html'>Eating, traveling, experiencing..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-5957434800413943366</id><published>2010-09-19T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:21:33.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall! 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TJbFB208SBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FR8MoySeGAo/s1600/sept+19+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TJbFB208SBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FR8MoySeGAo/s320/sept+19+2010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815029077231634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TJbFBiI2cII/AAAAAAAAA_k/0GTejJ6p4-U/s1600/flowers+anniversary+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TJbFBiI2cII/AAAAAAAAA_k/0GTejJ6p4-U/s320/flowers+anniversary+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518815023523590274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mid September- where did the beginning of September go? My birthday came and went.. and at 32 I am VERY happy that I am finally getting control over my weight. Still trying to be good at counting calories,but sadly the scale IS NOT budging.. but the pictures do not lie! I am exciting that one day I will slide into a size 6 - and feel comfy and roomy ! In the mean time I am deligent. Will be posting a photo on this post.&lt;br /&gt;On a personal note, my boyfriend and I celebrated our 1 yrs anniversary. He sent the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, that melted my heart. I love the man- he's the best thing that popped on my computer screen, and from that point on, he only made my life that much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-5957434800413943366?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5957434800413943366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=5957434800413943366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5957434800413943366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5957434800413943366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-fall-2010.html' title='Happy Fall! 2010'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TJbFB208SBI/AAAAAAAAA_s/FR8MoySeGAo/s72-c/sept+19+2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-347072058758324182</id><published>2010-08-12T02:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:42:48.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weightloss'/><title type='text'>August..Summers Almost Coming to an End</title><content type='html'>Boy has summer's end crept up! So for the past 1.5 months I have been seriously dedicated to calorie counting and exercising. July was wonderful, filled with reaching weightloss goals and feeling truly a sense of accomplishment. This past 1.5 weeks has been the complete opposite. I feel like the weight is stalling, and the ONLY way I keep my sanity is by measuring myself by trying on clothes that once did not fit. The scale is currently not my friend- but thanks to some weightloss forum's knowledge and motivation, this too shall pass and supposedly the plateu will plummet down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself this is not a fad diet and a lifestyle change! I want to be healthy but of course vanity also plays a HUGE factor! So slow and steady is the best.. even with slow and steady I should reach my goal weight no later then January 2011! What a way to ring in the New Year, but in a cute size 4 or 6 dress! Fingers Crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a semi early post with visuals and by no means the one month mark from the previous post. I wanted show myself that though the weightloss isn't huge for the past 1.5 weeks (wishing it would drop 3-4 pounds)...the slimming effects are obvious. This fuschia dress, which on the first fitting took 2 people to zip me up (July 22,2010), I can now zip up by myself. The chest area is a bit larger, and the stomach area is less bulgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOXHbOW58I/AAAAAAAAA_E/nO3GqkEe9dc/s1600/July+22+Fuschia+Dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOXHbOW58I/AAAAAAAAA_E/nO3GqkEe9dc/s320/July+22+Fuschia+Dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504409323399735234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOXHO-olxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/b5GS-0y_8Ps/s1600/august+11+Fuschia+Dress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOXHO-olxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/b5GS-0y_8Ps/s320/august+11+Fuschia+Dress.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504409320112559890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 11, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-347072058758324182?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/347072058758324182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=347072058758324182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/347072058758324182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/347072058758324182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/augustsummers-almost-coming-to-end.html' title='August..Summers Almost Coming to an End'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOXHbOW58I/AAAAAAAAA_E/nO3GqkEe9dc/s72-c/July+22+Fuschia+Dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-7264324553056708247</id><published>2010-07-28T17:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T02:21:59.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weightloss'/><title type='text'>Loseit!</title><content type='html'>Thank god for the IPhone and all the wonders of it's millions of useful and useless applications that are in store for it's Apple Junkies! I stumbled upon loseit not too long ago, but like all useful and good diet tools out there- it takes commitment for it to work. Since late June, a couple of friends and I have teamed up on loseit, in order to track our calorie intake and output..Goal to lose our unwanted pounds and return to our oh so sexy selves! You all know those pictures that you hold dear to your heart!&lt;br /&gt;Well so far since being back home and getting on a good workout and eating routine I have lost 10 solid pounds! 7 of those pounds were just from coming back home, and eating out less then my time spent in Atlanta. 3 of those pounds are shear hard work, and calories counting! I kinda get into a rut on why it's only 3 pounds and not 5,but I have to continually remind myself, muscle weighs more then fat! Plus pictures speak for itself:) I'm kinda scared to post it-but here goes.. plus it's motivating:) &lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to reach my "ideal" goal weight by Mid November early December. It's heart wrenching when I input my weight and height in the Iphone application called WeightmaniaPro Calculator to calculate BMI and it tells me I am obese. Obese is such an ugly word, and it's even uglier for someone who is in the health career such as I am.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..it's better to start my weightloss journey now then to never start at all..and to the days that I fall off the wagon, I tell myself, just get back on, click the application, and input my calories in/out...and begin anew!&lt;br /&gt;If you're out there and you're trying to loseit too! Try the Iphone application, get your friends together and DO IT!&lt;br /&gt;Til Next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To good food &amp; good health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Current and Before Photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOS3YlYfzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2rK3nn4vHRk/s1600/July282010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOS3YlYfzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2rK3nn4vHRk/s320/July282010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504404649766584114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-2010 (after 10 pounds loss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TFCm5PhfwzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p-CemIjcMQM/s1600/DSCN0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TFCm5PhfwzI/AAAAAAAAA-g/p-CemIjcMQM/s320/DSCN0125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499078647369155378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May-2010 (visiting a good friend in Arizona)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-7264324553056708247?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7264324553056708247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=7264324553056708247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7264324553056708247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7264324553056708247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/loseit.html' title='Loseit!'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/TGOS3YlYfzI/AAAAAAAAA-0/2rK3nn4vHRk/s72-c/July282010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2026099638508724665</id><published>2010-06-29T15:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:04:37.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's been Ages!!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last updated my Blog. So much has happened. Let's start from September 13, 2009 when I started dating a terrific guy, but like all terrific guys in my life- they all seem to end up in Australia! He moved there for work last weekend (june 27), it will be ONLY for one year he promised. Things have been going beyond excellent- I really think he's such a wonderful person, and definitely has taught me patience, acceptance, and the most used line "everyone is different honey". &lt;br /&gt;He flew into the town I grew up in to meet my parents. I think it went well.&lt;br /&gt;Been back in Milpitas for the past couple of weeks has made me realize more then ever that this is not home anymore. Love the parents to death but the city is very much a stranger to me. I don't know where to go or what to do, my days are spent at home, reading, relaxing, and exercising.&lt;br /&gt;So I am back again on the weightloss wagon.. It's been like a uphill ride for me, since living in Atlanta gives me so many great food options, and people to dine out with-in the past 2 yrs I have lived there I have gained a total of 20 pounds.. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;So what has made me decide this time around to be stringent? Well the boyfriend and I are getting mighty serious..and when the time comes for the big proposal I want to be ready to take cute photos for the engagement and the wedding..diets.. the best are slow and steady. It's a life style change that I vow to make for myself..and it doesn't hurt to look good in cute clothes! &lt;br /&gt;Until Next time! signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2026099638508724665?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2026099638508724665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2026099638508724665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2026099638508724665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2026099638508724665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-ages.html' title='It&apos;s been Ages!!'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2545579626043718452</id><published>2009-07-16T14:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:41:56.780-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Walking the Zombie Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/Sl90NqchjUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1PfDQDTfOMs/s1600-h/zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/Sl90NqchjUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1PfDQDTfOMs/s320/zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359129859675229506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup... I dressd up as a zombie on a non Halloween Day.. went to have drinks with friends.. is that weird.. I say NO! It was a blast.. A group of folks dress in various costumes all went to the Highlands for drinks.  My roommate Jessie got us to dress like zombies.. I mean really crazy and outlandish, and it felt great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2545579626043718452?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2545579626043718452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2545579626043718452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2545579626043718452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2545579626043718452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/walking-zombie-walk.html' title='Walking the Zombie Walk'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/Sl90NqchjUI/AAAAAAAAA3s/1PfDQDTfOMs/s72-c/zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-1373450634035203457</id><published>2009-03-29T00:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:44:48.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>New Song to live My life</title><content type='html'>Jason Mraz's song "Details in the Fabric" had wonderful lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Hold your own, know you name, go your own way-&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine-&lt;br /&gt;hearts will hold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will always be fine-&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it, take the jump-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are bits and pieces of the song that really made me feel it's relevance in my life right now.  Sometimes you have to just take the leap of faith and pray and hope it all works out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-1373450634035203457?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1373450634035203457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=1373450634035203457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1373450634035203457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1373450634035203457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-song-to-live-my-life.html' title='New Song to live My life'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-3566248335590975329</id><published>2009-01-21T03:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:57:44.358-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><title type='text'>January 2009 So much in the News..</title><content type='html'>The time for change has come. January 20, 2009, the first African-American was sworn into the Presidential office.  It is an exciting time for all Americans, for it shows to the world, we are a country that is no longer divided by color, that we really mean equal opportunity for those who work hard.  Obama's 20 minute speech to me was not one of his best, but I do appreciate his sincerity and honesty, he did not promise a better tomorrow in the brink of his Presidency, but he did say he will work towards a better America with time and effort from EVERYONE.  It is strange to feel like you are accountable for a better tomorrow for America.  But then it's about time that we take account for our actions, that we aspire to be smarter, stronger in ethics and morality, and strive to build communities of hope rather then of complaints.  President Obama might not have uttered words of promises that we are used to hearing,but he did plant the seed of accountability.  Like the words of Pilot Chesley B. Sullenberger III, of Flight 1549, if we all did our job, did it well, without hesitation or expectation, we'd all have a safer and smoother journey in this crazy world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-3566248335590975329?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3566248335590975329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=3566248335590975329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3566248335590975329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3566248335590975329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009-so-much-in-news.html' title='January 2009 So much in the News..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-573714467890003234</id><published>2009-01-07T03:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T03:49:22.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishful Thoughts'/><title type='text'>2009 is here</title><content type='html'>2008 was a time of change for me. I moved to Georgia, met some wonderful folks! I think 2009 will be exciting. I feel I am compelled to be witnesses to great events and hopefully find my true calling! Of course there are those NY resolutions to be sought after as well.&lt;br /&gt;I am compelled to share that I am truly happy for the persons in my life, and I am so grateful for great friends and families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-573714467890003234?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/573714467890003234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=573714467890003234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/573714467890003234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/573714467890003234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='2009 is here'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-8724447556377988696</id><published>2008-11-05T01:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:43:53.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>History is Made...</title><content type='html'>Today Obama was announced as President for January 2009. It's a glorious day for many, and for some it's a sad day.  No matter what BUSH is going to be out of office in 2 months, so either way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; we all be happy?  Obama won at 338 vs McCain at 156.  McCain gave a wonderful speech, which was very heartfelt and honest to me.  It called for the country to unite, and he asked his supporters to now support the New President.  McCain's speech really showed he really stands by this country's decision, and showed grace and integrity on his part.&lt;br /&gt;History was made today my friends, and I am so proud and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; to have been able to vote, to be in a roomful of friends, and to be apart of this historical moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-8724447556377988696?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8724447556377988696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=8724447556377988696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8724447556377988696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8724447556377988696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/history-is-made.html' title='History is Made...'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2302324338369320206</id><published>2008-11-01T23:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:40:19.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Halloween Whiplash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SRe7LZccOlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9EKttj5I1_8/s1600-h/DSC05911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SRe7LZccOlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9EKttj5I1_8/s200/DSC05911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266884093716216402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SRe6wA8utnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8RWvTrb1ZUk/s1600-h/DSC05759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SRe6wA8utnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/8RWvTrb1ZUk/s200/DSC05759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883623284291186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not dressed up for Halloween in a long time. The time spent on the island for med school, did not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conjure&lt;/span&gt; up the same spirits as being in the USA , for this very American Holiday. With friends in the spirits, it was not hard for me to decide on going out for Halloween this year. What started out as an early 8pm, meeting up with the friends for drinks before a Halloween party, ended up being an hour wait for the police to come.&lt;br /&gt;I was heading on the main street going with the speed limit of traffic, with a green light clearly stating I had the right of way, when out of nowhere, a car tried to make a left turn, and I collided with the car, hitting it right smack in the passenger side. My gut instinct was to break as fast as I could, but no amount of break could stop me from ramming into the car. I slowly pulled to the side, and made sure my friends were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. The next thought in my head was, oh man, my car is wrecked. I asked my roommate Caitlin to check the car, and she stepped outside, took a look, and the look on her face said everything. I resolved in my head that the accident could not have been my fault, it made no sense, and even if it was, I was glad I was alive with my friends, we were able to step away from the accident without any need of to going to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;You can go through life doing the right thing, following rules, and within minutes, if someone makes a wrong decision, your life can change. I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that no one was hurt, but it did put a huge burden in my mind, when I thought, man things could have been so much worse. If my breaks didn't work, if I had driven 10 miles faster, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things would have happened for the worse. My friends and I would have been critically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;injured&lt;/span&gt;, life would have totally changed.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, with nothing but a sore neck from whiplash, nothing severe, just a little ache. But sadly my car looks terrible. I hope repairs will be done soon, it's not a pretty site. But like all things, it's just an object, can be fixed, and life will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2302324338369320206?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2302324338369320206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2302324338369320206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2302324338369320206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2302324338369320206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-whiplash.html' title='Halloween Whiplash...'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SRe7LZccOlI/AAAAAAAAAhs/9EKttj5I1_8/s72-c/DSC05911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-332713505324668219</id><published>2008-10-20T20:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:35:27.041-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrr... the Fall is here.. Warm up with Beef Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SP0l67U62fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6UiU4p6Wy0/s1600-h/fall-leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259401634126682610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SP0l67U62fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6UiU4p6Wy0/s200/fall-leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Fall weather is here! Today's temperature was in the mid 40's, highs in 60's, it was freezing to me. It must be all the time growing up in California, then a short stint in Seattle- now that got me tough.. but then the move to the Caribbeans really got me to be a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WUSS&lt;/span&gt;! It amazes me how we all can adjust to the cold or the heat. I personally prefer to be cold, then to be insanely hot. When you are cold, you can add more layers, as well as slurp down on some hearty warm stews and soups. Speaking of hearty stews, I made a great beef stew last week, which lasted seriously the whole week. It was a recipe from my friend Kit F. which I slightly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tweaked&lt;/span&gt;. It's a great stew for the Fall, it is hearty,healthy, and so comforting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beef Stew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 lb of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt; broil, cubed ( or 2 packages of beef stew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-cubed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 carrots sliced and chopped into 1 inch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large potatoes 1 inch cubes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 stalks of celery chopped into 1 inch pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 cloves of garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 basil leaves (or 1 tsp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;basil&lt;/span&gt; that are chopped)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oregano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steak Seasoning (the kind that has garlic powder/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;onion&lt;/span&gt;/salt/pepper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup red wine (any)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 small can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; paste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can stewed tomatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 can beef broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a large stew pot, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saute&lt;/span&gt; onions, and celery until onions becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;translucent&lt;/span&gt;. Add garlic cubed beefs, cook til brown, should take 10 minutes. Add 1/2 cup red wine, and let simmer for 5 minutes. Add Beef broth, w/ additional 10 cans of water, approximately 10 cups of water, bring to a broil. Add carrots and potatoes, and can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tomato&lt;/span&gt; paste. Season with Salt/ and or Steak Seasoning for taste, and bring to a broil. Turn down the heat to simmer with lid partially open, for 40 minutes. Once vegetables are tender, mix 3 tablespoon of cornstarch with water, add to stew pot and stir, this will thicken the stew broth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This stew goes great with crusty french bread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-332713505324668219?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/332713505324668219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=332713505324668219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/332713505324668219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/332713505324668219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrrrrrrr-fall-is-here.html' title='Brrrrrrrr... the Fall is here.. Warm up with Beef Stew'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SP0l67U62fI/AAAAAAAAAI0/L6UiU4p6Wy0/s72-c/fall-leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-5565021278950622748</id><published>2008-10-17T12:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:54:13.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>I love the rain...</title><content type='html'>I heart Fall , not only is it the season where you can see the leaves change color, it's also a time of abundant rain, bringing forth a new sense of monotony and hibernation. Fall weather makes me appreciate so many things like C&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; tea, throw blankets, and horror movies! It's been awhile since I've seen a good horror movie on a rainy day. I truly wanted to stay in today, but my schedule calls me to see an art show with my roommate Caitlin, and yummy Korean BBQ dinner with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Rainy weather has always brought me a feeling of peace. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ever since&lt;/span&gt; I was a child, my birthday always had rain attached to it. It would always make me so distraught, because as a child, you want to have sunny outdoor birthday parties- I on the other hand, had minds primarily indoors. My dad finally realized how upset I was one particular birthday, and he sat me down, and told me a Vietnamese luck myth. He told me that in Viet Nam whenever it rains on a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasion,&lt;/span&gt; it means luck and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;prosperity&lt;/span&gt; will come your way. Since Viet Nam's agriculture relied heavily on good amounts of rainfall for the crops, rain meant larger crops, a better harvest, more money for food and other supplies once the crops were sold. So when there is a full day of rain, this story comes back to me.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are driving in the rain, especially in Atlanta, where people don't know how to drive, and traffic gets backed up, take a moment and think, thank goodness for rain- no more droughts and somewhere a farmer is smiling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-5565021278950622748?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5565021278950622748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=5565021278950622748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5565021278950622748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5565021278950622748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-rain.html' title='I love the rain...'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-8811442122550760451</id><published>2008-10-16T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:48:06.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Arts and Politics..interpretations of Life</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; Caitlin invited me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eyedrum&lt;/span&gt;, a local art studio to view a series of silent art movies. I have never seen this type of movie before, so I was in for a surprise. We had decided before going that if the movies were not entertaining to us, we would leave and head to her friend's house to watch the last presidential debate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eyedrum&lt;/span&gt; oozed of artsy people, the kinds that wear skinny jeans with tiny t-shirts and scarves. Girls with really short trendy cropped cuts, while some of the guys had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;, retro cuts. I'm always amused at the fact that people, no matter what we do, we all kind of mesh and end up looking like the groups we work or associate with. For example, artsy folks strive so hard to be different, and original, in their clothes and their way of expressing themselves, but in actuality, when I go to art openings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the Art folks look alike, in their style of clothes and mannerism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he movie that was first shown was titled "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alaya&lt;/span&gt;". It was a 28 minute silent movie that captured sand in all different macroscopic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;microscopic&lt;/span&gt; levels. I have to be honest the first 5 minutes was fine, but after that I went into zone out land. For me the movie didn't really mean anything to me, it was just sand, filmed in different angles. I glanced over at Caitlin and she looked enthralled in the movie, and secretly I was thinking "My god, I hope after this we leave".&lt;br /&gt;We did end up leaving after, and in the car, Caitlin and I discussed our experiences, and what the movie meant to us. For Caitlin, the movie brought back experiences of her time hiking, and enjoying the outdoors. It brought up senses and memories even way back to childhood. Sadly, for me, all I saw was sand, yes , at some point the angles of the camera work made the sand look like a person's back, or the sand itself looked like bugs, but it did not in any way bring up profound sensations of nostalgia, like it did for Caitlin. We both sat watching the same movie, but our minds, the way we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perceive&lt;/span&gt; things, brings on two very different experiences.&lt;br /&gt;We eventually made it to the debates, missing only the first 20 minutes or so. The last Presidential Debates before Election Day November 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! The debate was the best one out of the 3. The question that entertained me the most, was about the VP candidates ability to be president, if the situation was to occur, why would their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; mates make a good President? I am bias, I won't deny it. McCain's answer to me was not convincing, he could not really make a good presentation that his running mate had any profound political skills to bring to the table, it felt like he pretty much said "she's cool, she knows a bit about autism". Obama on the other hand, spoke of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Biden's&lt;/span&gt; work in the Senate, his ongoing efforts to serve his community and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Biden's&lt;/span&gt; Washington DC experiences, to me it just sold better.&lt;br /&gt;The overall debates really brought down the house. We all were entertained on McCain's inability to hide his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;temperament&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; ability to restrain himself and be calm. This is how debates should be. It should heat the candidates up, in a manner that is professional but honest, unscripted. In the room full of people watching the debates, since we were all for Obama our interpretations of the debates was that Obama held composure and did an awesome job. Yet when the commentaries were playing, the folks of CNN seemed to believe it was McCain's best debate. So again, we all watched the same debates, but our views, and political &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;associations&lt;/span&gt;, all made an impact on how we interpreted the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;Interpretations and preceptions , we can all be in the same place at the same time, but by god, we will for sure have a different experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-8811442122550760451?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8811442122550760451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=8811442122550760451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8811442122550760451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8811442122550760451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/arts-and-politicsinterpretations-of.html' title='Arts and Politics..interpretations of Life'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-7507559545428521166</id><published>2008-10-12T00:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:08:10.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bizarre Foods'/><title type='text'>The Omnivore’s Hundred</title><content type='html'>Here’s what I want you to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.2) Bold all the items you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; eaten.3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; linking to your results.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VGT&lt;/span&gt; Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Venison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huevos_rancheros"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Huevos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steak_tartare"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tartare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Crocodile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Black pudding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borscht"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Borscht&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_ghanoush"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ghanoush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calamari"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calamari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pho"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peanut_butter_and_jelly_sandwich"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aloo_gobi"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aloo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89poisses_de_Bourgogne_(cheese)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Epoisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Black truffle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Steamed pork buns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heirloom_tomato"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Fresh wild berries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foie_gras"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Foie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rice_and_beans"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brawn/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, or head cheese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulce_de_leche"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dulce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;leche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Oysters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baklava"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baklava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagna_cauda"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bagna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Wasabi&lt;/span&gt; peas&lt;br /&gt;32.&lt;strong&gt; Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Salted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassi"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sauerkraut"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Root beer float&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Cognac with a fat cigar&lt;br /&gt;37. Clotted &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream_tea"&gt;cream tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gumbo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gumbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaal"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Phaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Goat’s milk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugu"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_tikka_masala"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tikka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. Eel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; original glazed doughnut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. Sea urchin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prickly_pear"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prickly pear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umeboshi"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abalone"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abalone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paneer"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaetzle"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty gin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martini_(cocktail)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;martini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Beer above 8% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ABV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Poutine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carob"&gt;Carob&lt;/a&gt; chips&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%27mores"&gt;S’mores&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetbreads"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sweetbreads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geophagy"&gt;Kaolin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Currywurst"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Currywurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Beignets&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;churros&lt;/span&gt;, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haggis"&gt;Haggis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Fried &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plantain"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plantain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chitterlings"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chitterlings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;andouillette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gazpacho"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Caviar and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blinis"&gt;blini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Louche &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe"&gt;absinthe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gjetost"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Gjetost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;brunost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baijiu"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Baijiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Snail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lapsang_souchong"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lapsang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;souchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bellini_(cocktail)"&gt;Bellini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_yum"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggs_Benedict"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocky"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelin_Guide"&gt;Michelin&lt;/a&gt;-star restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobe_beef"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kobe beef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Hare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goulash"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goulash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edible_flowers"&gt;Flowers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Horse&lt;br /&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;br /&gt;91.&lt;strong&gt; Spam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_shell_crab"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Rose &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harissa"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;harissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Catfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_(sauce)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;poblano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Bagel and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lox"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobster_Thermidor"&gt;Lobster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Thermidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polenta"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaican_Blue_Mountain_Coffee"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the 100 items, I am happy to say I tried 65 items ! I had Sweetbread for the first time last week at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Holeman&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Finch, I have to say it was quite rich.. and if you think it's "sweetbread" you are in for a huge surprise. It's the Thymus gland of a cow, yup..battered and fried to perfection! It's tasty, as rich as brain, not as mushy. What other Bizarre foods have I eaten? At Mi Barrio in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;, the best Mexican hole in the wall, I had "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Lingua&lt;/span&gt; Tacos", yup "Tongue Tacos" and they were delicious. Consistency of a tender piece of beef, but fatty and rich.&lt;br /&gt;Mind over matter, be brave, try an organ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-7507559545428521166?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7507559545428521166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=7507559545428521166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7507559545428521166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7507559545428521166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/omnivores-hundred.html' title='The Omnivore’s Hundred'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-9070289596009951354</id><published>2008-10-11T23:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:14:20.767-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Brain needs More Ram..Confabulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I would like to think I have a really good memory, but unfortunately, my friend Tran has pointed out that my memory of events when I lived in Seattle has been slowly vanishing with time.  Unlike me, Tran keeps tickets of events she's been to, postcards that friends have sent her, and she collects them in the box she calls "junk".  I used to have a keepsake box, but after moving around, I decided to go without a keepsake box, and at times I would end up throwing away postcards sent to me.  Don't get me wrong, I am sentimental, but I don't believe you need to keep everything to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;preserve&lt;/span&gt; a memory of events that was meaningful.  But today's conversation with Tran, has made me question my memory and my ability to preserve things nowadays.  It might have to do with the inability to retain information for school let alone memories that occurred 6 years ago.  I believe that our mind is a tricky thing, that sometimes forgoes the old to make room for the new, since humans are not yet sophisticated enough to figure out how to use our entire brain to it's full potential.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It bring me to times when I need to retrace my steps when I have forgotten something.  When we recall a memory, our mind will automatically "flesh out" the recollection by inventing details of the event, based on previous similar experiences. This process is largely unconscious  We are not generally aware of it happening. The mind can add new components to the memory that are unrelated to the original event. Even more interestingly, these distortions will later re-enter our memory.  I have always found it so fascinating. Man's reality is his mind's own creation, a memory is not recorded, but at times re-edited.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is my point? It's good to take photos, it's good to keep a journal, because memory alone will not do justice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-9070289596009951354?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9070289596009951354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=9070289596009951354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9070289596009951354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9070289596009951354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/brain-needs-more-ramconfabulations.html' title='Brain needs More Ram..Confabulations'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-4536671082108303977</id><published>2008-10-08T11:44:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:23:31.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>PDA..and not the Personal Digital Assistant Kind..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjONSMfqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IHN-sHz91-o/s1600-h/hands+down+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjONSMfqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IHN-sHz91-o/s200/hands+down+pants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254824698458177186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjOHodbHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bin0BI4CH94/s1600-h/H%26F+mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjOHodbHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bin0BI4CH94/s200/H%26F+mask.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254824696940948594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjODhcgbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Wtxr4KFBOjk/s1600-h/Drinks+%40HF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjODhcgbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Wtxr4KFBOjk/s200/Drinks+%40HF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254824695837786546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thestar.com.my/photos/2006/4/18/phie3112802_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://blog.thestar.com.my/photos/2006/4/18/phie3112802_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a bunch of my friends and I went out for a late night snack at Holeman and Finch in ATL, GA, since our attempts at watching the Presidential Debates was a snooze. H&amp;F has the best 10pm burger in town, and alot of small plates of yummies. The drinks are made with care, the place is just an awesome small place to hangout. So Kit, Pam, Sean, and I were all hanging out, when in comes a man with a denim shirt and levis stone washed jeans, around his late 50's early 60's, with a gal that looked like she came out of the movie "Working Girls". She wore a black skirt suite from the 80's, with MY GOD black stalkings, another 80's faux pas, I am digressing, but I need to paint a visual for you folks! The bar was full they were standing and chatting and then my god, my poor eyes, he started sucking her face. Literally sucking her face, in a crowded bar, where folks were trying to eat and drink and have a good time. I got blank stares from my friend, as well as neighboring tables, all with the same thought of " WTF is wrong with this old dude, and his call girl?" Sounds mean I know, but let's be real here, the guy was like 60+ atleast, and his lady friend was I would say at most 40, in great shape, and looked like an 80's call girl. Their attempt at PDA was trashy, and should have been left for a seedy bar, or a couch at the old man's house, not at a classy fun speakeasy like H&amp;F.&lt;br /&gt;The couple eventually got a seat at the bar with a friend, and all the time they were sitting at the bar, the Gramps put his hands down this gal's skirt, and up her blouse, coming from the back- so of course their backs were turned to us, and we got this whole show for the entire night of our stay, a good 45 minutes of groping .."yeah thanks old man" . It was by most the most disturbing PDA ever, and call is ageism, but it was worse since the dude was 60+.&lt;br /&gt;It created a good conversation, of us trying to guess what he did for a living,we already assumed she was a small town girl, using Gramps for all he had. Gramps we assumed was a Jewish lawyer or doctor who is going through his mid-life crisis, paying alimony, and his 3 kids college education. With what money Gramps had left, he was spending it Viagra and on his "lady friend", taking her out on the town, and sucking her face for all to see!&lt;br /&gt;So what is my point? I appreciate affection, I find it heart-warming when I see people hold hands while enjoying each other's company. Nothing wrong with a little PDA, but please leave the sucking the face at home. We all don't need to see it, nor can my eyes and stomach hold such behavior in a place that we come to eat and drink. BE GRACIOUS TO THOSE AROUND YOU! LEAVE THE FACE SUCKING AT HOME..&lt;br /&gt;(posted some pics from H&amp;F, friend Sean tried taking pics of the "Hands down her pants"- but his Iphone has no flash..note to apple- make a small flash for moments like these!) All Photos Provided BY SEAN M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-4536671082108303977?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4536671082108303977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=4536671082108303977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4536671082108303977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4536671082108303977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/pdaand-not-personal-digital-assistant.html' title='PDA..and not the Personal Digital Assistant Kind..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOzjONSMfqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IHN-sHz91-o/s72-c/hands+down+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2448160775440161542</id><published>2008-10-07T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:33:24.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>SO FUNNY PLEASE WATCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjM*MTUwOTcwNjcmcHQ9MTIyMzQxNTExMTE4NyZwPWh*dHAlM*ElMkYlMkZ3d3clMkV*aGVncmVhdHNjaGxlcCUyRWNvbSZkPSZuPSZnPTEmdD*mbz1lODEyZjgyNTljOTc*OGE3YTJmMzA1NzczZTdjNjQ*ZQ==.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2448160775440161542?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2448160775440161542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2448160775440161542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2448160775440161542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2448160775440161542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-funny-please-watch.html' title='SO FUNNY PLEASE WATCH'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-3223328309861312857</id><published>2008-10-07T17:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:27:54.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy Perry's Hot N Cold</title><content type='html'>I love this Song! The Music Video is Fantastic! CHeck it OUT!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWDnQdvWogQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eWDnQdvWogQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-3223328309861312857?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3223328309861312857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=3223328309861312857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3223328309861312857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3223328309861312857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/katy-perrys-hot-n-cold.html' title='Katy Perry&apos;s Hot N Cold'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2520247697364670140</id><published>2008-10-07T09:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:47:21.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><title type='text'>Exercise and Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/longevity/1/0/p/-/-/-/photodisc_sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/longevity/1/0/p/-/-/-/photodisc_sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the best sleep ever last night. I think it's due to the fact I have been continuosly going to the gym. Over the course of the year, I have not been very motivated to take care of myself, and last week, while pondering over life changes, I decided it was crucial for me to incorporate exercise into my life.  It's a great way to relax, have time for yourself, and at the end of the day it makes hitting the pillow alot easier. I have also decided to be more proactive with what I put in my mouth. Will decrease bad carbohydrates and replace it with fruits, veggies, and lean proteins.  By New Years I hope I can come closer to a Healthier me!&lt;br /&gt;"Findings from a recent Stanford University Medical School study may come as no surprise: older and middle-age people reported sleeping better when they added regular exercise to their routine. After 16 weeks in a moderate intensity exercise program, subjects were able to fall asleep about 15 minutes earlier and sleep about 45 minutes longer at night. &lt;br /&gt;Researchers selected 29 women and 14 men with mild sleep complaints for a 16-week controlled study. All participants were age 50 to 74, lived sedentary lives, and suffered no cardiovascular disease, stroke or other clinically diagnosed disorder known to cause sleep disorders. All were non-smokers and moderate drinkers. None were seriously overweight or taking hormone replacement therapy, sleep medications or other medications known to affect sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants exercised at least four times a week. Twice a week they participated in an organized aerobics class, which included 30 minutes of endurance training. The other two times they exercised on their own, doing 40 minutes of brisk walking or stationary bike riding. To assess impact on sleep, researchers looked at factors such as how long it takes to fall asleep, total hours of sleep per night, how often one wakes up, how one feels when waking up, and daytime function. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link between aerobic exercise and sleep may seem obvious, but until this study, there has been very little controlled research to support this "conventional wisdom." Researchers were especially concerned about the overemphasis on sedative hypnotic medications for older adults. Though they are only 20% of the population, older Americans receive almost half the medications prescribed to aid sleep. The potential side effects of these drugs-confusion, falls, extended drowsiness, agitation, and interactions with other medications-can be especially problematic for this age group. Until this study, there have been very few attempts to identify effective non-drug approaches to treating mild sleep disorders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study also provides further evidence of the interactions of mind and body. In this case improving physical health shows a positive impact on the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RX: Self-Care Tips &lt;br /&gt;Try exercise to help your sleep. Here are some tips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drop in body temperature aids sound sleep. So time your exercise five to six hours before bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;Make your exercise vigorous enough to make you sweat a little. Previous studies have shown that non-aerobic stretching and concentration exercises alone did not impart sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Stick with it! Participants in this study did not report improved sleep until they had been exercising for 16 weeks." &lt;br /&gt;By David S. Sobel M.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2520247697364670140?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2520247697364670140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2520247697364670140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2520247697364670140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2520247697364670140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/exercise-and-sleep.html' title='Exercise and Sleep'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2128530661569511955</id><published>2008-10-06T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:37:04.897-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travels'/><title type='text'>Anthony Bourdain..the Man the Mission.. Trip to Laos</title><content type='html'>Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservation" is one of my all time favorite shows to curl up  with at night.  His travels make me so envious, and his experiences and adventurous spirit with the people and the food customs he encounters amazes me.  His travel to Laos, was one that really touched me.  He visited a family, who opened their home to him.  The father had lost an arm and a leg, and the family faced hard times making money, but they were still able to share what food they had with Tony.  &lt;br /&gt;Food to me is not the only way to keep a person alive, but it is a part of a culture, and a part of humanity, a way to expand beyond our borders, and reach out and connect with one another in a human level.  I hope you enjoy every bite you take, and that food is shared with friends and love ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2128530661569511955?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2128530661569511955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2128530661569511955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2128530661569511955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2128530661569511955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/anthony-bourdainthe-man-mission-trip-to.html' title='Anthony Bourdain..the Man the Mission.. Trip to Laos'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-1414302108097247374</id><published>2008-10-06T02:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:34:36.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decatur GA'/><title type='text'>Picture Slide Show Since Living In Atl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970208007590&amp;amp;site=widget-a6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=360287970208007590&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p1/360287970208007590/bb_t016_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=fl&amp;amp;id=360287970208007590&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p2/360287970208007590/bb_t016_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=fl&amp;id=360287970208007590&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a6.slide.com/p4/360287970208007590/bb_t016_v000_s0fl_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been living in Atlanta for 11 months now, and it still feels like I just moved here yesterday, but with all the photos, it does show I have been here for awhile. Have met some great folks. I have wonderful roommates. I have my moments of missing home, and missing the parents back in California, but I am here now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-1414302108097247374?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1414302108097247374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=1414302108097247374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1414302108097247374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1414302108097247374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/picture-slide-show.html' title='Picture Slide Show Since Living In Atl'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-646681735111685660</id><published>2008-10-05T23:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:53:17.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food Orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDt_9q0NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76AyEcnIYjo/s1600-h/DSC05671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253875266591838418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDt_9q0NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76AyEcnIYjo/s320/DSC05671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seafood Stew made by Ifeoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDOdhu5aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G0WLHCfpGYM/s1600-h/DSC05722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253874724771915170" style="CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDOdhu5aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/G0WLHCfpGYM/s320/DSC05722.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana Cream Cheese Cupcakes made by Gretchen O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDAPHK6cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zR3AfMZrlHs/s1600-h/DSC05724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253874480384240066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDAPHK6cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zR3AfMZrlHs/s320/DSC05724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon,radish &amp;amp; prosciutto made by Kit F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmCrxMW4QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cKUo6Yi4g8U/s1600-h/DSC05682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253874128755548418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmCrxMW4QI/AAAAAAAAAEc/cKUo6Yi4g8U/s320/DSC05682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10pm Burger at Holeman &amp;amp; Finch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;embed src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970208007653&amp;amp;site=widget-e5.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970208007653&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p1/360287970208007653/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970208007653&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p2/360287970208007653/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970208007653&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-e5.slide.com/p4/360287970208007653/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8124197107830595985-646681735111685660?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/646681735111685660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=646681735111685660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/646681735111685660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/646681735111685660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-orgasm.html' title='Food Orgasm'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmDt_9q0NI/AAAAAAAAAE0/76AyEcnIYjo/s72-c/DSC05671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-4530647204109991019</id><published>2008-10-05T22:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:25:36.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Friendship and Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tienkue.com/images/SushiSashimiCombo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tienkue.com/images/SushiSashimiCombo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today a friend and I were able to meet up for some yummy sushi, and enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; company. It's been awhile since we have met up, and the reason? Well we had some misunderstandings. Due to the stress of life, I and her, were not able to communicate and misunderstandings have occurred. It was as simple as a Gmail Chat, a "sorry I was acting ridiculous", and then next thing you know it, we were across the table eating some deliciously made sushi. My point is, that food and friendships are both very comforting to me. Both of these wonders bring me joy and a happiness that cannot be replaced. No matter where I am, and how far I am from my family, I am fortunate to have found some great people and some wonderful restaurants to not occupy my time, but to share it with great folks that have come to be apart of my life. The sushi at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ichiban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Duluth, GA was delicious, and the folks there were all very nice. The place was cozy, and it created a great and fun environment. We enjoyed our food and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; company. I have come to realize friendships are a gift, people will always have misunderstandings, no one is perfect, embrace your friends like how you saviour a great meal, a bite at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-4530647204109991019?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4530647204109991019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=4530647204109991019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4530647204109991019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4530647204109991019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendship-and-food.html' title='Friendship and Food'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2610771775412052992</id><published>2008-10-03T10:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:05:51.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>VP debates.. Still Unsatisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOm4x-DRkSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ICvWMonnsxY/s1600-h/palin+v.+biden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOm4x-DRkSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ICvWMonnsxY/s200/palin+v.+biden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253933608914227490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vp&lt;/span&gt; Debates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; left me unsatisfied. I guess due to the fact I did not feel much passion in the delivery of both candidates speeches. The speeches failed to me to convey the candidate's own self, it rather made pitches to their Presidential counterparts. I know that at the end of the day, whoever is voted as President, one of these guys (VP running mates) will follow suite into office, but it's hard for me to sit and just hear pitches over and over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; sounded like a robot, but hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; she did mess up. If I ever hear "Joe 6 pack" I will throw something at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, that and "Maverick".&lt;br /&gt;Both candidates at times did not answer the question, and it was a rather "take turns" debate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; were both too poise, and took turns speaking. I was hoping for interruptions, I mean dude, it's a debate ! Did this debate effect some on their decision, why sure. First hand experience, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; was unsure of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, but now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; has a chance to speak, she took a liking to this party more compared to Gov. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot deny, coming into this debate, I had a very Bias view, I already know who I am voting for this Nov. 4, and for the decided, a VP debate will not sway anyone. These debates are used to sway the undecided. For all you "Undecided" I hope you realize how important your decision will be , remember it's 4 years of being in Office. I hope to god it's not 4 more years of decline.&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, I had some friends over to watch it with! The #1 Presidential Debates, I watched it alone, and it felt so lonely, no one to talk to during the aftermath.  This time around I had folks over for wine and snacks.  These debates can always be a time to eat and drink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2610771775412052992?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2610771775412052992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2610771775412052992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2610771775412052992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2610771775412052992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/vp-debates-still-unsatisfied.html' title='VP debates.. Still Unsatisfied'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOm4x-DRkSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ICvWMonnsxY/s72-c/palin+v.+biden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-4101900721652261809</id><published>2008-09-30T11:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:28:06.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcal Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>YAY for Gas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tooninanimation.net/masters/roth/roth_gas_station_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.tooninanimation.net/masters/roth/roth_gas_station_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would ever have to drive around "hunting" for gas. The gas crisis in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; has been ongoing for about 3.5 weeks now, and it's been ridiculous. Today somehow I lucked out, didn't have to wait 45 minutes like some, only 15 minutes. The station was down the street from my house, and the price was 3.97. It's strange that 3.97 for unleaded has now become a bargain, I guess everything is relevant, plus you just have to accept it and go with it. Anyhow it's been quite a week, with the economy and the gas crisis here, that it put me in a state of "WHAT THE HELL"! Thursday's VP debates will surely add fuel to the flame!&lt;br /&gt;I normally enjoy riding around town, never minded hopping in a car and meeting up with friends, but now with the whole gas situation, I feel bad for misusing my gas, feels like if I am not using it for a great purpose, I should just sit at home. Hope this whole Gas Crisis will Die Down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-4101900721652261809?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4101900721652261809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=4101900721652261809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4101900721652261809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4101900721652261809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-for-gas.html' title='YAY for Gas!'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-1769747911089504324</id><published>2008-09-29T10:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:07:49.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thursday it's Going to be Quite a Show..VP debates</title><content type='html'>Normally when looking towards the future presidential elections, you focus on the main players, the folks running for president. Every since I was able to vote, I took it upon myself to go vote, I was quite the enthusiastic participant in this Democracy will live in. Until this year, I was pretty much sure of what I wanted in a leader, then our presidential candidates left me feeling a little lost on what I wanted for my future. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; and McCain, to me they both aren't my ideal candidates. McCain's years and years of experience, meshed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; youth and articulate skills in commanding an audience, would make the "perfect" candidate to me. So in getting no resolve in my presidential candidates, part look at the VP candidates, to help me foster my decision. Like the presidential candidates, at this time, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VPs&lt;/span&gt; don't stand out at me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Palin's&lt;/span&gt; VP ticket &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;McCain for the most part has hindered my views of the Republican Party even further. I always hoped and believed that when deciding on the nation's best interest, that the guys in DC would be taking things with great assault, but upon hearing that Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; was nominated to be VP, my blood boiled and my confidence of a better tomorrow in the land of the free, went up in ashes. Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; as not done the best in public speaking, and Thursday's debate will be somewhat of a very interesting side show to this overall Joke of an Election. I would hope Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biden&lt;/span&gt; preps his debate well, because on some levels, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; might surprise the nation on Thursday. With all the press pretty much expecting for complete failure on her part as an orator, there is much of little expectations on her performance Thursday night. In all honesty, I am excited to see if Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; if just a pretty face, or does she have something really spectacular that the American People has not yet seen?&lt;br /&gt;I understand that candidates need to relate with the general American people, but people!!! The folks running for positions in command of our country, should not be the blue color, back roads-thinking, American Soccer mom! I just hope my generalization of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt; is wrong.. We will see Thursday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-1769747911089504324?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1769747911089504324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=1769747911089504324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1769747911089504324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1769747911089504324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/thursday-its-going-to-quite-showvp.html' title='Thursday it&apos;s Going to be Quite a Show..VP debates'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-8077187996534545309</id><published>2008-09-15T12:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:37:46.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jesus I am 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=360287970208007622&amp;amp;site=widget-c6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970208007622&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p1/360287970208007622/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=360287970208007622&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p2/360287970208007622/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=360287970208007622&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-c6.slide.com/p4/360287970208007622/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this day would come but not so soon. I am somewhat apathetic at turning 30. It's kind of just a number, I would rather gage my happiness and celebrations in terms of family,friends, and accomplishments. What I imagined being 30 when I was younger is nothing like what my life it now. Am I disappointed? Not really, I just had imagined it differently. I had imagined being settle in my career, with a person who was compatible to me, setting on an adult journey in life as a couple..with the sprinkle of friends and family to occupy my time. At this point I am still single, though not bitter - but getting there.. J/K.&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the most part I am just exploring all my options. Because by this time next year who knows where I will be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wonderful friend Lauren S. hosted a great Party for me, I got super drunk and celebrated with some wonderful folks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-8077187996534545309?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8077187996534545309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=8077187996534545309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8077187996534545309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8077187996534545309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/jesus-i-am-30.html' title='Jesus I am 30'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-9021117545489040872</id><published>2008-08-02T02:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:15:15.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Narcissism ..the good the bad and the Politics</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, the media was all over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; actions in Germany..he was labeled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;narcissistic&lt;/span&gt; man..who only wanted media attention, and would otherwise not be interested in anything else but to get himself on the political campaign of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; and the TV screens world wide. IS THIS WRONG? How can someone be otherwise and be in the position he is in? Running for presidency.. Come on People.. you have to be somewhat of an ass.. a go getter..a person who is self-loving, and self-loathing, to be so confident and so well groomed to run for such a political office. Name me one timid, non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pompous&lt;/span&gt; CEO .. please try..&lt;br /&gt;It takes a certain personality to get to where he is.. I am not saying it is right or wrong, but let's face it, it's definitely part of the game, and for him , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is taking every chance to get himself noticed, to get his face on the screen. Sadly some folks just recognize a face.. they don't know the issues.. and if on election day, his face he burned in the brains of American Citizens who don't no any better but to pick and choose by recognition, then he did a good political campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-9021117545489040872?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9021117545489040872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=9021117545489040872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9021117545489040872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9021117545489040872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/narcissism-good-bad-and-politics.html' title='Narcissism ..the good the bad and the Politics'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-6312945483024781273</id><published>2008-08-01T23:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:38:08.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sometimes you just want some alone time</title><content type='html'>As of lately, I have been in great company, my good friend Adam has been a great pal, letting me hangout at his house on Fridays t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wheee&lt;/span&gt; hours watching Psych ..and just chilling. But today I am in my own room, watching Psych, and House. I love House, it's so smart..cause it's just real medicine.. the people are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; smart, the diseases are real! and I am loving it..&lt;br /&gt;Getting back.. I like it , time alone, tea, sitting watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;..and just being alone. Alone time is important for the Soul, it is important for the self reflection.. or just time alone to do nothing.  When you are boggled with time that is categorized by appointments, it's just wonderful to have time alone.. to have a cup of tea.. take time for yourself, make a cup of tea.. turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;.. read a novel.. do what you like to do to relax and find your sanity.. because life... as fast as the week travels..it's a long journey ahead.. everyone needs a time alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-6312945483024781273?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6312945483024781273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=6312945483024781273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/6312945483024781273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/6312945483024781273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-you-just-want-some-alone-time.html' title='Sometimes you just want some alone time'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-5327919542285910421</id><published>2008-07-29T13:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:31:53.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Paths that Cross</title><content type='html'>In life, it seems like you choose your friends, but do you really? Are we destined to cross paths? What was once strangers in the same city.. we have come together.. through the oddness of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, that is how I met a majority of my friends in Atlanta, they have been awesome, funny, kind folks, who may not have the same past or future as mine..but we share a common thread of happiness on drinking, eating, and just chilling. It's funny as we grow older, as we know who we are, or think we know what we want for ourselves.. it creates the ability, a magnetism, for us to draw to the one's that are "like" us. When they say "birds of a feather flock together" now I understand.. So if it happens that we cross paths, I just want you to know my smile is genuine...and my wine glass is always half full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-5327919542285910421?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5327919542285910421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=5327919542285910421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5327919542285910421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/5327919542285910421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/paths-that-cross.html' title='Paths that Cross'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-858974389853176421</id><published>2008-07-13T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:58:50.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><title type='text'>The 80's are back</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt; Caitlin had an 80's themed birthday party this past weekend.. and of course we went all out with the blue eyeshadow and hairspray bangs!  The 80's were a great decade in time, where the music as great, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;teenie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt; movies were event better. Who can forget Top Gun, Pretty and Pink..Molly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wringwall&lt;/span&gt; was the "it" girl.. boys wanted to day her and girls wanted to be her.  Though I was only like 10 in the 80's, I recalled the way my mom put on her makeup, and I have to admit I created magic with the blue eyeshadow.  Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt;, I really don't think we have much style, bank in the days the fashion had so much more attitude and spunk.  I really do believe we are a Generation X.. with no personality, on the burden of how to take care of an aging population.. the problem of high gases..&lt;br /&gt;We are a generation that is determined to work hard for an unknown future.. sadly we are also a generation that doesn't have much personality, and as I look at generations after me, they look even worse off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt; of them are unsure of who they are what they are doing, and where they are going.. but I guess that is the whole process of being a young adult.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; in the 80's in the process of trying to "find yourself" you are rocking out to awesome music!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-858974389853176421?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/858974389853176421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=858974389853176421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/858974389853176421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/858974389853176421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/80s-are-back.html' title='The 80&apos;s are back'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2531963572951612983</id><published>2008-06-16T18:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:40:23.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Love the Pops..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmyyo1QZLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hUFFYT24q6k/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmyyo1QZLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hUFFYT24q6k/s200/DSC04389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253927023328388274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dad's Day.. and I felt really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;greatful&lt;/span&gt; to be able to be home for that day... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everday&lt;/span&gt; should be parents day. They have done so much for us, give us life, take care of us through financial burdens and to emotionally push us when we needed help. Why only one day for dad and mom- you should take every chance you can to tell them how much they are appreciated and loved.  My dad has always been my guidance when I am mentally exhausted and down.  He has been there to tell me I am smarter then I think, but lazier then I know.  Yesterday he was so excited to find me the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; program to make my Palm Pilot a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;functional&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; to play my favorite songs- that he stayed up late at night and downloaded the program and excitedly showed me how to use it.  It makes me sad to think that one day he won't be there for me anymore.  But onto happier things.. it's been great to be home with my family, even though I have not done anything super exciting, it's still being home. Friday we took like tourist and went to SF.. and roamed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fishmans&lt;/span&gt; wharf on pier 41-39, ate nasty overpriced clam chowder, took some pictures and went to Chinatown.  My mom is now very much like her mother. She was pretty excited to walk around Chinatown and to look at the fresh produce, much like my grandmother was.  I am going to miss them when I go back to Atlanta, but to be honest I cannot imagine living at home as a grown adult. Maybe if I had done it from the start, it would not be so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unimaginable&lt;/span&gt;- but once you get a taste of freedom it's hard to go back to the nest.  But I love them dearly, and I am so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for all their support and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2531963572951612983?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2531963572951612983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2531963572951612983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2531963572951612983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2531963572951612983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-pops.html' title='Love the Pops..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SOmyyo1QZLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/hUFFYT24q6k/s72-c/DSC04389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-3882255822907971417</id><published>2008-06-11T18:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:35:25.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>High Gas Prices leads to People Stealing GAS!!!</title><content type='html'>So I read an article on how one neighborhood in the Bay area got hit.. thieves came- they didn't break into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; house.. they were syphoning gas out of people's tanks.. How pathetic is that? With high gas prices.. the economy going into shambles, and the high cost of living in the bay area has left people desperate to survive. Maybe that's my naive way of relating to thieves? A desperate attempt to survive.. who needs a 9-5 job, why not just chill and steal when you need right? Let's not get me started on how it should mandatory to have a Job in my ideal world, and how reforms such as Police and security should be partially paid for by the government to secure a task force, but man power should be a volunteer requirement for every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;community&lt;/span&gt; members per month, I bet you at this, crime would be down. but wait..getting back on topic.&lt;br /&gt;Those who cannot afford it are now resulting in what used to be an unheard crime. People are stealing gases right out of other's cars. Do they end up using it or selling it on the black gas markets. This terrifies me. The world isn't getting any prettier, peace is not even on our horizon. Why the hell do people want to have kids and bring them into this confusing and monopolizing world is beyond me. The older I get, and inching towards the thought of the inability and risks of having kids later in life- it comes to make sense not to have any. I mean with my great looks, awesome genetics..the world would be losing out I know..but still I have to be less selfish and realize bringing a kid into this world would only be detrimental to them later in life. They would just be another pawn in this crazy world, a work horse, feeding into the high cost of living- I'll spare my unborn spawn this terrible fate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-3882255822907971417?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3882255822907971417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=3882255822907971417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3882255822907971417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/3882255822907971417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/high-gas-prices-leads-to-people.html' title='High Gas Prices leads to People Stealing GAS!!!'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-7094212449745503647</id><published>2008-06-10T13:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:32:17.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Music Brings Back Memories..</title><content type='html'>So here I am ..back in California.. back in the hometown I pretty much grew up in , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MILPITAS&lt;/span&gt; !! Well when I was younger.. my good old teen years and college years, I collected quite a great collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;.. so I decided to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; to update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately being the old fogey I am, I had to update my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; programs, losing the music files I had on it. I am not bummed at all, now I can add all the music from my past.. and make my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; a little time capsule of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of my past. R.E.M. and Live ,reminds me of my 1st boyfriend..we used to spend endless hours listening to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;, hanging out in his garage converted bedroom. Sarah McLaughlin reminds me of my good friend in college, when we used to light candles and lay on the couch listening to Fallen, as we fall asleep.. hesistating to study. It's been along time since then, but these songs can bring back the memories like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; player in my mind. Music is like all of our senses, brings us back in time- a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;simpler&lt;/span&gt; time, a happier time, a sad time- but all times that are in your memory- just waiting to be uploaded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-7094212449745503647?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7094212449745503647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=7094212449745503647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7094212449745503647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7094212449745503647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-brings-back-memories.html' title='Music Brings Back Memories..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-7566251248490657464</id><published>2008-06-05T12:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:39:39.345-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politcal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Politics..Keeping Us Hopeful.. and Confused..</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to know who is best for the country.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Hillary( she will be giving a formal speech this Saturday stating her withdrawal and full support for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; in his attempt for presidency).. McCain. These 3 candidates all have great topics to get Americans mesmerized by their political plight to free us from High Gas Prices, a slowing economy, and most of all the War in Iraq. But what does their campaign really mean for the fate of the American People?&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's a muster of confusion, that keeps the people who are already confused at a greater state of confusion, and for those that are politically "aware" , it makes them question their decisions on the "perfect candidate" who would fulfill their hopes of a Better America in the year 2009. For now, the democrats and the republicans all sound alike to me. My fear is that McCain will keep us in the war longer then we want to. My fear of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is that he keeps on going on and on about "everyone deserves free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt;" - in which this aspect is easier said then done. Am I going to be paying for the free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; that is promoted? Will people who have been working hard, paying taxes, have higher tax increases due to this idealistic "utopia" generalized statement that will DEFINITELY have social and economical impact?&lt;br /&gt;The fate of the American People are now up ..it's time to Vote in November.. but do we all really know who's best for the Oval Office? Or is it just nice to hope that who we choose HOPEFULLY will have a better outcome then what we are facing now?&lt;br /&gt;When Bush was re-elected..not one person imagined our country being in the state it is now. How so many young men and women have been fighting and dying in Iraq. How long and torturous, let alone costly this war has been on our country is indescribable. When the pavements of roads in American cities need work, where Hurricane Katrina still leaves New Orleans in a constant state of rebuilt.. we are currently wasting our money for a war that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;no longer &lt;/span&gt;has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;All I want for 2009 is to get the hell out of Iraq.. why fight a war that has been going on for thousands of year between a nation that does not belong to us nor represents us in any way? Our future America needs to be more selfish.. we need to stop policing and aiding a world that is not ours to govern. There's aiding and then there's prying .. we need to stop prying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;damn it&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-7566251248490657464?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7566251248490657464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=7566251248490657464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7566251248490657464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7566251248490657464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/politicskeeping-us-hopeful-and-confused.html' title='Politics..Keeping Us Hopeful.. and Confused..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-508367023461196690</id><published>2008-05-30T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:32:44.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I miss you Atlanta??</title><content type='html'>Well I am so excited to get back to Cali, I packed 2 days ago and I am anxiously waiting for Adam to pick me up, and then we head for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt; on Buford Hwy, before I leave for the airport.  The trip to the airport will take like 45-60 minutes which is ridiculous. What the hell is wrong with the commute in Atlanta? Don't they know it's time to fix the bottleneck situation that they call freeways?  Man it's backwards here.. and not like homes are cheap and everything is so much cheaper then Cali.. why not pay more to live in the state of paradise? Other then Seattle, nothing compares to Cali.. NOTHING!!! I am only talking about states in the US of A.. but then that's me being ignorant. I am sure many states have it's wonders.. but weather, culture, and most important food.. nothing beats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;northern&lt;/span&gt; or southern Cali.  I am not talking about the boon dogs Cali either. If I were made to live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt;, CA., I would rather choose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;.. Surprising &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of hidden Gems.. and to be honest, I will miss certain aspects of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; once I leave her for good.  I have made great fun friends, and the Southern folks sure know how to BBQ!  Until then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt;- I will be back to you soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-508367023461196690?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/508367023461196690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=508367023461196690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/508367023461196690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/508367023461196690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-i-miss-you-atlanta.html' title='Will I miss you Atlanta??'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2466312464732753095</id><published>2008-05-27T22:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:08:09.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back to Cali.. here I come</title><content type='html'>It's time to get back to Cali..to enjoy some family time and to get some summer clothes for the crazy Atlanta warm summers.   I am excited beyond comprehension, and a little blown away that I have been away from home for more then 5 months now, it feels so less then that.  Part of me is afraid that if I leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; now, I might not want to go back.  The comforts of home cannot deny, and seeing my parents will make returning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ATL&lt;/span&gt; so much harder.  I cannot wait to eat home cook meals, and to be in a huge house that is clean, where the fridge is always partly empty, and grocery , well I don't need to do it.  NO matter how old you are, when you are home, you are a child again, in the loving, comforts of the womb of your parents.  Call it an only child syndrome, but I miss it so much.  I might cry when I leave and have to come back to the south, alone on my jet plane.. but I know that there will ALWAYS be home in California.. back in the arms of my loving and supportive parents.  Again this passage makes me feel lonely more then ever.. I hope this chosen journey will bear fruits of abundance and comforts - but for now, I travel a semi-lonely path. &lt;br /&gt;Studying has become the enemy, the schedule is not my friend, but a constant reminder of the dwindling long days ahead of me.  But this week will end on a happy and exciting note.. I am leaving on a Jet Plane.. going back to wear I belong again.. I am leaving on a Jet Plane, to go back to a place I feel at home again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2466312464732753095?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2466312464732753095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2466312464732753095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2466312464732753095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2466312464732753095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-cali-here-i-come.html' title='Back to Cali.. here I come'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-1764716495003472568</id><published>2008-05-27T01:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:26:31.292-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>Bacon Party..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNc73XLI/AAAAAAAAACA/Dg-p46tGURY/s1600-h/bacon+pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924449764629682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNc73XLI/AAAAAAAAACA/Dg-p46tGURY/s320/bacon+pancakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNs73XMI/AAAAAAAAACI/484lDC_X2iU/s1600-h/bacon+scallops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924454059596994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNs73XMI/AAAAAAAAACI/484lDC_X2iU/s320/bacon+scallops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNs73XNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K2eZn3SHO2Y/s1600-h/Bacon+Wrapper+meat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924454059597010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNs73XNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K2eZn3SHO2Y/s320/Bacon+Wrapper+meat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubN873XOI/AAAAAAAAACY/bMnVCUkZ9ZE/s1600-h/BLT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924458354564322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubN873XOI/AAAAAAAAACY/bMnVCUkZ9ZE/s320/BLT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubOM73XPI/AAAAAAAAACg/MftGgBleLDs/s1600-h/bacon+ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924462649531634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubOM73XPI/AAAAAAAAACg/MftGgBleLDs/s320/bacon+ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDua1873XKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ewYx2ZFffK0/s1600-h/bacon+smores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204924046037703842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDua1873XKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ewYx2ZFffK0/s320/bacon+smores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successul&lt;/span&gt; bacon party this past Friday. Nearly 30 folks came, bringing booze and bacon dishes. At first I couldn't imagine how much bacon items can be made - but my friends all were very creative and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suprisingly&lt;/span&gt; dished out some mouth-watering and savory dishes. I wish I had time to make Bacon Vodka, but sadly it take a total of 3 weeks to make such a concoction. The week ended with the bacon party, to kick of Memorial Day weekend. It was party after the next, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of drinking and dehydration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bacon salt was contributed to the party.. Yes.. bacon salt!! What is nice about the bacon salt story, is that it's kosher- these Pig in a bottle are sent to troops in war areas that are Muslim States, sending a little piece of home to the men that serve our country. Yes that was my way of starting off Memorial Day Weekend.. to make us all realize how lucky we are to live in a Pig Eating Country.. and to give thanks to the men and women who are serving our country in far away lands, who don't have the luxury to eat Pork.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some dishes that were made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bacon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Smores&lt;/span&gt; and Bacon Slider Pancakes made by Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bacon Wrapped Chicken and Scallops made by David &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bacon Ice Cream (which tasted like pralines and cream) by Gretchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the night there were many buzzed and bacon happy folks. This will not be my last Bacon party that I promise! I love food themes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8124197107830595985-1764716495003472568?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1764716495003472568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=1764716495003472568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1764716495003472568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1764716495003472568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/bacon-party.html' title='Bacon Party..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SDubNc73XLI/AAAAAAAAACA/Dg-p46tGURY/s72-c/bacon+pancakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-570272061278092135</id><published>2008-05-18T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:52:00.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><title type='text'>Feeling the Pounding of the Music..</title><content type='html'>I was all worked up to going to a rave.. I mean how long has it been? It's been years.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 8 yrs, and I felt this would be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insanely&lt;/span&gt; exciting experience. Sadly it wasn't. The raving culture has died out a long time back, and I don't know if there will be a revival any time soon. I went with a friend and his friend and it was very interesting to see people all decked out in Halloween gear, some with their boobs exposed wearing vinyl pants.. I felt out of place. Like a nun in a strip club. Don't get me wrong.. there is nothing wrong with being creative and self expressive- but to what extent can you really be an individual?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that individuality is overrated- that sadly if you thought of it, the next guy was already 10 steps ahead of you..&lt;br /&gt;The music was way loud- that was when I realized.. hey I like the music, but not necessary in a venue that caters to 18+ kids.. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I like being in my 20's , I like dressing up and going out for drinks.. call me a yuppie , call me old.. I enjoy the bartenders making up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jazzie&lt;/span&gt; drinks.. I like to be thirsty and quenching it with a diet rum and coke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-570272061278092135?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/570272061278092135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=570272061278092135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/570272061278092135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/570272061278092135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-pounding-of-music.html' title='Feeling the Pounding of the Music..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-1148813485159086654</id><published>2008-05-16T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:33:16.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bothered..</title><content type='html'>I am a bit bothered.. Maybe it's the fact in a couple of months I am turning 30..or the fact I am transplanted to this sad little city of loneliness.. I have been a little unhappy lately, and I don't know why.. The stress of school has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to do with it, and then focusing my energy elsewhere, compiles to the stress. I need to take life one step at a time a friend told me. Sam is a wise man.   I sometimes wish I could redo everything in my life.  Not that I regret things, it's just it would be nice to redo some stuff, have a different journey or path in life that wasn't so lonely and hard.&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to be at a solid place by now, to know where I will be, where I am heading.. I guess the only thing I can do is stay focused.. Focus is needed for this profession, tough out the loneliness, tough out the boredom... eventually I will get there.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to my other good friend James, and he reminded me that everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; lonely, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I am working towards a solid career, and things will eventually line up itself for me.  But when will my eventually come? I don't think I should hold my breath...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-1148813485159086654?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1148813485159086654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=1148813485159086654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1148813485159086654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/1148813485159086654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/bothered.html' title='Bothered..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-8946752470174760851</id><published>2008-05-14T13:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:29:56.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Self Absorbed..</title><content type='html'>Is it that most of us don't care about what is happening in the world? Or are we just so overwhelmed by the vast amount of struggles that we cannot envision making a difference? Doing what needs to be done to help mankind does not mean you take the weight of the world, and then proceed to make all changes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;. It's not changing the world, but the little things you do for yourself, your family, friends, and people that are around you. If everyone were to just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; and realize that what we do everyday impacts someone or something in the near future, we would all be in a better place. If you live in a world, feeling worthless, and that your actions don't count.. you become ignorant, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;self absorbed&lt;/span&gt; in the "love me, live for me,what I do only takes care of what is of my value-" and in an essence, this causes so much more damage then one can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that if everyone did what they were suppose to, if every person spent their time, and money wisely.. if everyone took time to know the politics of their government- we would all be in a better place.. it's like a collective soul, a collective strength that needs to be bound by a common thread of humanity, it's that simple people. In this century, we are no longer bound by boundaries.. the only thing that holds us back, is our ability to stretch beyond our own consuming thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-8946752470174760851?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8946752470174760851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=8946752470174760851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8946752470174760851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8946752470174760851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/self-absorbed.html' title='Self Absorbed..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-2358052931705858261</id><published>2008-05-13T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:56:06.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Current Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Natural Disasters..</title><content type='html'>" The quake was China's deadliest since 1976, when 240,000 people were killed in the city of Tangshan, near Beijing in 1976. Financial analysts said the quake would have only a limited impact on the country's booming economy."&lt;br /&gt;The 7.9 magnitude earthquake that occurred yesterday has now accounted for up to 12,000 people dead in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sichuan&lt;/span&gt; Province.. the number are unnerving, and the news media coverage is heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;You know that saying when you are stressed out and all caught up in your own troubles, take a minute and look around you, and just feel blessed? That's what I did yesterday.  I am no more different or special then that college student who died yesterday amidst the gravels. I was just lucky enough to be in a different place.  Are we all predisposed to a future that is not our choosing?  That's a scary question, a question if answered "yes" makes people not accountable for anything they do..even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;, it makes me unmotivated, since you don't have the feeling you are the captain of your own destiny. &lt;br /&gt;Personally I think we contribute our own actions to where we are economically and socially to a certain point.. but once that thresh hold is met, the people you meet, the place you live in, all equates to your life as you know it.&lt;br /&gt;But I am digressing- what caught my attention, throughout the article they were talking about the human impact, on who has survived, and how survivors are coping.. and at the end they put a damn sentence mentioning the economical outcome that will play after this tragedy for this country. They might as well have written, oh but the Olympics is still on ! It's so faux-pas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-2358052931705858261?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2358052931705858261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=2358052931705858261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2358052931705858261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/2358052931705858261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/natural-disasters.html' title='Natural Disasters..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-8026350813054157537</id><published>2008-05-12T12:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:11:02.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>PS I love U...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; boy.. this was a MAJOR tear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jerker&lt;/span&gt;.. I wanted to grab the tissue box and just mope around the house afterwards.. the whole concept of the movie is definitely heart wrenching..&lt;br /&gt;The premise of the movie is having your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestfriend&lt;/span&gt; as your lover, everything you have at the moment you take for granted from this person, you fight over silly things, important adult things, but at the end- when you lose the one you love, all the things you fought about, it all seems so small and silly..&lt;br /&gt;What makes this movie stand out compared to the other romantic comedies is Holly doesn't end up with another man, but that she is content at where she is at.  She relives memories, and at the end finds herself again.. finds the girl who met the boy in Ireland.. that hopeful college girl that felt like she could accomplish and do anything..&lt;br /&gt;The best gift that Holly received for her 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday from her late husband, is in a sense self discovery.&lt;br /&gt;There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of points in the movie that makes it a good movie to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of self-pity ( you need this in a romantic comedy) she locks herself up at home does not&lt;br /&gt;    answer the phone and her place is messy full of take-out boxes. classic&lt;br /&gt;2) Jealousy.. only natural when you are a widow, feeling lonely, and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yourfriends&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pregno&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    and newly engaged&lt;br /&gt;3)Self-reflection.. of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; have have to have this.. going full circle, recognizing your Id/Ego&lt;br /&gt;4)Being open to the prospect of love but knowing it takes time and eventually one day it can   happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-8026350813054157537?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8026350813054157537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=8026350813054157537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8026350813054157537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/8026350813054157537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-i-love-u.html' title='PS I love U...'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-4314472691832661770</id><published>2008-05-11T09:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:03:50.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Knees ache My heart Breaks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;.. sometimes a song lyric &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parallel's&lt;/span&gt; how you feel at the moment.. not that my heart is breaking but my knees are aching, burning, and itchy. Sounds a tad gross, but I scraped my knees good while attempting to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ulimate&lt;/span&gt; Frisbee.  The burning sensation is pretty intense, it kept me up a little while before I could fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks very easy when you are on the sidelines watching.. but the reality is, you run like mad, and you have to stay focus, and keep an eye on your "man". The object of the game is pretty similar to Football or soccer, but with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From the sidelines, I kept thinking, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doable&lt;/span&gt;, it's not too intense.. well the last ending, they allowed me to give it a try, and boy was my ass whipped. This buff, soccer chic, who looked petite from the sidelines, was mad fast on the field, and there was no way I can run at her speed, she was wide open to catch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; and score..&lt;br /&gt;The cool art of the sport is liability of being honest..there's no referee. I guess the whole philosophy of the game is to have fun , and show good sportsmanship.. but really.. isn't the whole point of being in a team is to beat another teams ass?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's was why I never caught onto the whole sports league band wagon when I was younger. Competition always gave me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;erie&lt;/span&gt; uneasy feeling, I like to think the only person you should compete with is yourself.  But then how fun is it to be a one man team?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-4314472691832661770?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4314472691832661770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=4314472691832661770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4314472691832661770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/4314472691832661770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-knees-ache-my-heart-breaks.html' title='My Knees ache My heart Breaks...'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-9050768014862162293</id><published>2008-05-11T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:06:29.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sisters Room</title><content type='html'>So here I am on another adventure.. and where does it take me? To a lesbian night club, where the chicks look like dudes, and some look really cute, too cute to be lesbians.. not that I am checking them out, but I can appreciate a pretty gal with cute clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I was in East &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Atl&lt;/span&gt;, and I had a blast.. We started out at Flat Iron and then ended up at Graveyard with Caitlin's friend's from Tennessee.. The Southern Boys  with accents  sound so cute, and one in particular caught my interest.. he was pretty funny in a geeky way, which makes my smile. In general I love it when people make me smile, especially geeky boys.&lt;br /&gt;The night ended pretty early at 130am, and Caitlin and I ended up at a fun club, to our surprise it was all girls, dancing up a storm.. no men to bother you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uninhibited&lt;/span&gt;, swaying to the beat of the music.. having fun being yourself, and just dancing.. I like it.. you don't have to care about your hair, or if you are dancing correctly, you move how you feel, and you sweat off the calories you drank.. and you just have fun with your friends...in this case with Caitlin, my ultra cool ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;roommate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some girls tried to get into the groove with us, which I don't mind at all.. hey I know what I like, I am secure with my sexuality, in all case, I enjoy dancing and I don't care who it is with.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny the place is called My sister's room.. it gives it a naughty and promiscuous undertone.. something that should be shielded and hidden from society.. I wish it was called fairy's for fun.. something whimsical, a place that makes you want to shake your ass without feeling ashamed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-9050768014862162293?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9050768014862162293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=9050768014862162293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9050768014862162293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/9050768014862162293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sisters-room.html' title='My Sisters Room'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124197107830595985.post-7300131191217778119</id><published>2008-05-10T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:30:14.068-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eventful'/><title type='text'>So here I am..Pumping some gas..</title><content type='html'>I get restless on Friday nights when I am home doing nothing. The whole concept of doing nothing really irritates every fragment in my body. So yesterday I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tittering&lt;/span&gt; between going out with friends, or staying in. To provoke the action of going out, I decided to go pump gas and get some cash from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atm&lt;/span&gt;. Both of which if done at 4pm, during the optimal time when everybody else seems to have the same plan, is a terrible deal.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am pumping my gas, and I swear it took 20 minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;. The pumps were all slow, people were crowded backing in and out of stalls, trying to get to an open stall-&lt;br /&gt;It all looked like a scene in a movie where gas was running out, and people were making desperate attempts to get some while they can.&lt;br /&gt;The whole experience made me want to go home, take a shower, turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and veg out. Moving to Georgia has made me somewhat of a hermit. The normal things I like to do, all seem to have dissipated in thin air..for the most part, it's due to lack of companionship. Back in Cali, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Milpitas&lt;/span&gt;, to be specific, I had my clan. I had folks I knew since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pubescent, folks that I can call up last minute to grab dinner or drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Then when I up and moved to med school in the Caribbeans, it was awesome, every Friday I had something to do, somewhere to go, someone to do stuff last minute with.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have met some quality awesome folks here Georgia..but it's not the same..I feel hesitation calling someone I don't know very well to hangout last minute.. everything at this moment in my life needs a schedule to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Last Minute Plans.. how I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so last Minute Plans..but close enough..I was able to go to see Radiohead at Lakewood Amphitheatre, enjoy an awsome show and drink a 24 oz Budlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8124197107830595985-7300131191217778119?l=milpitasgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7300131191217778119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124197107830595985&amp;postID=7300131191217778119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7300131191217778119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124197107830595985/posts/default/7300131191217778119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milpitasgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-here-i-ampumping-some-gas.html' title='So here I am..Pumping some gas..'/><author><name>MilpitasGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03498734379086737128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lzkGZufK2c0/SO-0DhsBopI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AXLB7C0uOtE/S220/lychee+martini.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
