<?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-13637375</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:19:01.312-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-8230657780227246197</id><published>2007-01-16T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:22:41.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that really true?</title><content type='html'>That the first baby usually comes later than the due date? Two of my fellow classmates and friends got pregnant approximately the same time. The one that was due earlier had her baby girl a week before her due date and now the other friend who was suppose to give birth last week is still sitting at home. Luckily the baby is healthy and is just taking his time. Strange thing is that most of the people that I know who have children, grant it not many, all seemed to have their first child before their due date by a few days up to a week. Just interesting that maybe I can file this one under the “myth” category.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-8230657780227246197?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/8230657780227246197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=8230657780227246197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/8230657780227246197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/8230657780227246197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2007/01/is-that-really-true.html' title='Is that really true?'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-3948410586797956595</id><published>2007-01-16T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:14:33.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would be considered a nightmare for a two year old?</title><content type='html'>A while ago my mom told me about a dream my nephew had (which amazingly, he still remembers) that can probably be considered a nightmare in a child’s eyes.  It goes something like this:  Vincent woke up screaming “don’t take it away, don’t take it away!”  Upon further investigation, he confessed that he had a dream where someone is taking his candy away from him and that’s why he was screaming.  I can just remember the days when candy and chips are so much more important than anything else.  So I guess that dream can actually be considered a nightmare for him?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-3948410586797956595?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/3948410586797956595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=3948410586797956595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/3948410586797956595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/3948410586797956595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-would-be-considered-nightmare-for.html' title='What would be considered a nightmare for a two year old?'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-6061594766914204577</id><published>2006-11-10T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:09:36.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate DC driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been doing therapy with children and their families for the past few weeks in their homes.  As usual, I set out to my client’s home first thing in the morning.  The appointment went fine.  After the appointment I went into the office to borrow a therapeutic game in preparation for this morning’s appointment with another child.  Right as I hopped out of the office, I made my way to the Georgetown area to visit another client.  Only I arrived to find that she has been discharged from the hospital and went home!  I am so glad that she is feeling better that she is able to go home.  Upon receiving that news, I phoned the family and made another appointment so that I can work with them again soon.  Feeling ok about my client going home, I started to make my way towards my last appointment.  “I am going to make it so much in advance, what am I going to do?”  I thought while driving towards 395.  Wouldn’t you know it, there’s an accident on 395 where I sat in traffic for an hour and a half!  I got increasingly irritated as I sat in traffic and not being able to do much about it.  I finally made it to my client’s TWO whole hours later from when I set out for this travel and actually was late for the appointment.  So I worked with the family for about another two and a half hours and decided that I should go home.  Yes, you’ve guess it.  It was bumper to bumper traffic again coming home and it took me an hour and a half to get home for a trip that should have been 40 minutes.  Seems to me that the traffic around DC area is just getting worse by the minute and nothing is going to make it better.  Oh, and what’s with all the stupid SUVs on the road that blocks my field of vision?  So annoying…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-6061594766914204577?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/6061594766914204577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=6061594766914204577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/6061594766914204577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/6061594766914204577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-dc-driving.html' title='I hate DC driving'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-48759755509710342</id><published>2006-10-22T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:10:14.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paris Syndrome</title><content type='html'>According to the news followed by information found online, there’s such a thing as &lt;a href="http://www.int.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&amp;click_id=3&amp;amp;art_id=qw1102957381470B216"&gt;Paris Syndrome&lt;/a&gt;. Mostly experienced by Japanese tourists and Japanese-French, who were so disillusioned by the commercial images of Paris that they were shocked to find out that the city can be dirty and people care be rude. Have to give it to the French and the Japanese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-48759755509710342?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/48759755509710342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=48759755509710342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/48759755509710342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/48759755509710342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/10/paris-syndrome.html' title='The Paris Syndrome'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-116008486836850622</id><published>2006-10-05T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:59.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, this is really getting out of hand.  I just received an e-mail from my school stating that the deadline for meeting internship requirements (translation: passing my comprehensive exam) is extended till October 13 instead of the original October 6.  This potentially means that I have to agonize for another week!  I am just baffled and speechless….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-116008486836850622?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/116008486836850622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=116008486836850622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/116008486836850622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/116008486836850622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-what.html' title='Say what?!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115945665884521056</id><published>2006-09-28T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:59.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been feeling that my life is on hold for a few weeks now as I wait for the results of my comprehensive exam. Also I have the headache of internship applications which of course is due before I find out the results of my comprehensive exams. At the same time, I also need to figure out where exactly it is I want to apply to for internship. Fun, fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have started working which is going well. Although that also means that I am putting some mileages on my car, but nothing is worse than driving to Southern Maryland 3 times a week. If I am able to survive that, I can survive half an hour drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115945665884521056?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115945665884521056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115945665884521056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115945665884521056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115945665884521056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/09/holding-pattern.html' title='Holding pattern'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115772962571527686</id><published>2006-09-08T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most wonderful dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I anxiously await my comprehensive exam results, I had a dream about a week ago regarding it.  In my dream, I remember opening an e-mail from school sent by the training department coordinator.  Since I have been getting a lot of information from school lately regarding internship applications I did not think too much of the e-mail until I opened it.  The first line of the e-mail reads “Congratulations doctoral candidates:” Then the e-mail goes on to state that I have passed my comprehensive exam.  It would be so sweet if that the case!  As I sit and wait more, I can’t help but wonder if dreams do come true?  I sure hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115772962571527686?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115772962571527686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115772962571527686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115772962571527686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115772962571527686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-wonderful-dream.html' title='The most wonderful dream'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115706061994811920</id><published>2006-08-31T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After a month of job-searching and numerous applications, I received a call yesterday for an interview on the 12th! What I realized that is at this point in my career, I am way over qualified for a lot of things and just not quiet qualified enough to do what I really want to do. I am very excited about this interview and I hope to get the job. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115706061994811920?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115706061994811920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115706061994811920&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115706061994811920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115706061994811920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/08/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115497562469238508</id><published>2006-08-07T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s so over</title><content type='html'>Woo-hoo! It’s over :)  My comprehensive exam is finally over after grueling couple of months of non-stop &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;.  On to waiting for results in October, internship applications, and thesis writing.  How every exciting to be not studying right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115497562469238508?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115497562469238508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115497562469238508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115497562469238508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115497562469238508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-so-over.html' title='It’s so over'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115375131008076475</id><published>2006-07-24T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-minus 143 hours and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the title suggested, my comprehensive exam kicks into gear in 6 days.  At this point, I just want the exam to be done, and I am sure I will pass… a bit of optimism but not too much ;) or as least I would like to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the family on Saturday and it is nice when my brother asked “so, where can we go to celebrate when you pass this thing?!”  Yes, I shall try my best to tame the beast that I call school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115375131008076475?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115375131008076475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115375131008076475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115375131008076475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115375131008076475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/07/t-minus-143-hours-and-counting_24.html' title='T-minus 143 hours and counting'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-115085719345093908</id><published>2006-06-20T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;... how much longer can I use the "I am too busy to update my blog" excuse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-115085719345093908?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/115085719345093908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=115085719345093908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115085719345093908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/115085719345093908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114893703141767394</id><published>2006-05-29T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quick update:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My chair for my thesis has signed off on my proposal! Yay!! Now I just have to anxiously await my second reader to approve it as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My nephew is growing and striving nicely. The personality on that little guy always brings a smile to my face. He will actually listen to me when I ask him to do something!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.25in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two of my friends are getting married this September, one week apart. Congratulations to Deb and Nicky :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That’s about it folks.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Outside of thinking and obsessing about wanting to finish school already my life is pretty boring, what can I say?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114893703141767394?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114893703141767394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114893703141767394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114893703141767394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114893703141767394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/05/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114653911258019956</id><published>2006-05-01T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement of it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is official folks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just got an e-mail from my chair for my thesis that my proposal has been approved!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yuppie for me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On to my second reader and ready for comments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both in your career and in life, if you are looking at the light at the end of the tunnel, you are going the wrong way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114653911258019956?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114653911258019956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114653911258019956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114653911258019956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114653911258019956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/05/excitement-of-it-all.html' title='Excitement of it all'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114624405830195085</id><published>2006-04-28T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My spring semester is finally over!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Usually that means relaxation for approximately two to three weeks, but of course not such luck this year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have to try very hard to catch up on my hours at my externship site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Happy to report that I am catching up on the face to face hours, however, that also means that I have a stack of paperwork waiting for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am looking forward to finishing that phase at the end of June.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like working there, but the drive is killing me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am also waiting for feedback on my thesis proposal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hopefully I will receive feedback within the next few weeks as my proposal needs to be approved by both my chair and my second reader by June 1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been feeling cranky and tired, it’s lovely really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I can say is that I look forward to the day that this phase of my education is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh and forgot to mention, my summer session starts in a week. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Good times…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114624405830195085?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114624405830195085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114624405830195085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114624405830195085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114624405830195085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114624311722737498</id><published>2006-04-28T12:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, more ice please</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My little cutie pie of a nephew has been growing up nicely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has been learning how to talk and has many vocabularies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the things that he absolutely loves is ice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of us in the family have never seen any babies that love ice as much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other night when we were having dinner he was munching on ice cubes yet again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as the cup of ice ran out he wanted more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His mom then told him that he needed to say “daddy, more ice please.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He repeated after his mom and said the cutest ‘please’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just imagine a child and his cubby cheeks smiling at the same time in a tiny voice that said please.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very cute!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He will also repeat “a-ma (grandmother in Taiwanese) more cookies please.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This leads all of us to think that he understands a lot more than he is able to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, as a psychologist, I can say in a definite tone that he does understand a lot more than he is able to say.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114624311722737498?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114624311722737498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114624311722737498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114624311722737498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114624311722737498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/04/daddy-more-ice-please.html' title='Daddy, more ice please'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114461925307517563</id><published>2006-04-09T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate group projects…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;… especially the online variety…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114461925307517563?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114461925307517563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114461925307517563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114461925307517563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114461925307517563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-group-projects.html' title='I hate group projects…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114399022974287261</id><published>2006-04-02T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;… My little nephew looking at me smiling and calls me auntie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Warm tea on a cold day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Telling someone I care for them and receive the same&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Finishing assignments&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… A good conversation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… Time to rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… So much more…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It is all so very simple yet very powerful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114399022974287261?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114399022974287261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114399022974287261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114399022974287261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114399022974287261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/04/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness is…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114279856162331571</id><published>2006-03-19T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what’s that about?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So early this morning, in my half-awaken state, I had a strange dream. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I only remember a very small bit of the dream, but it was strange. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my dream I was trying to put on my contacts and the contacts were as big as a quarter. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not only are the contacts big, they also look strange.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine a dried up leaf with withered edges and holes in the middle. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, that’s the way the contacts look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow I managed to get one into my eye and I hold the other one on my finger feeling somewhat hesitant to try to put the other onto my eye.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I don’t usually remember my dreams. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I seem to remember more when I am in the state of in-between sleep and not. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More often than not, when I do remember a dream, it’s just strange.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114279856162331571?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114279856162331571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114279856162331571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114279856162331571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114279856162331571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder-whats-that-about.html' title='I wonder what’s that about?'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114278902287123204</id><published>2006-03-19T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They are back…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;That’s right; my “neighbors” the birds are back, yet again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Looks to me that speaking with my neighbor, the human variety did not do any good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hate to be a pest, but seems like I might need to complain to my home owner’s association.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114278902287123204?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114278902287123204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114278902287123204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114278902287123204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114278902287123204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-are-back.html' title='They are back…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114158357056792596</id><published>2006-03-05T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:58.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, that’s not a good sign…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Over the last two weeks I have been rather busy with midterms, papers, and thinking about my comps and my clinical research project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I felt that I don’t have much time to do anything else fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, of course I did find time to do some fun things with Rick, but nevertheless, I just didn’t feel rested.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This weekend is about the first time in a long time that I am not being pulled four or five different directions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do I feel?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am feeling a bit aimless and not knowing what I should be doing right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not a good feeling, although I am sure that I am getting a bit more rest than I have been for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am also sure that the rest is needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, I have this nagging feeling in the back to my mind that there must be something more important for me to be doing right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope grad school is not going to permanently screw up my sense of relaxation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Good news is, I installed my brother’s old DVD player that he had on his old computer, and it’s alive!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am excited :) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114158357056792596?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114158357056792596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114158357056792596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114158357056792596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114158357056792596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-thats-not-good-sign.html' title='Well, that’s not a good sign…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-114028852888388648</id><published>2006-02-18T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a little freaked out…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;First of all, some of you already know that I’ve turned 29 on the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of this month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a lot of fun to hang out with my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, I refused to think that I am old, even if I am only a 358 days away from 30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will have a doctorate by the time I turn 31, so partially age does not scare me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If anything, it is something for me to get excited about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have been to many meetings this pass week at school in preparation for my comprehensive exam at the end of summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, we are bunch of nerds that are already thinking about an upcoming exam in February when the exam is at the end of July.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am mainly freaked out about the amount of information that I will need to remember for this exam from now till the end of July.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They don’t call it comprehensive for nothing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will be shown a 45-50 minute vignette and do two case formulations and a treatment plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds easy you say?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I suppose if you can remember to mention very little detail, then ok, this is easy for you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of it, it’s an eight hour exam.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I have sat through a few of those eight hour exams before (between my MA and what I have to do for my program, I should really be used to the fact that I have to sit through these exams), but they are nevertheless not pleasant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try concentrating on something for eight hours, and you will see what it’s like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I will do fine on this exam, but there is still that reluctance for me to jump in joy about doing these things.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-114028852888388648?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/114028852888388648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=114028852888388648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114028852888388648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/114028852888388648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-little-freaked-out.html' title='I am a little freaked out…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113900305251085537</id><published>2006-02-03T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much food…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7322/1206/1600/sushi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7322/1206/320/sushi.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two of my aunts are in town this week, and as a family tradition, all of the cousins get together when there are family visiting from out of town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to Yuraku at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germantown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; last night (a Japanese restaurant run by Koreans that has the best and most creative sushi that I have come across at this part of town).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The restaurant is not as packed as usual and we were seated quickly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So my uncle from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; proceeded to order and the waitress recommended a “boat” of sushi for us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;True to their words, a boat of sushi is really a boat-load of sushi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I approximate 60 to 70 pieces of sushi on that boat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all so good, except for the fact that we barely finished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily fish is not supposed to make your fat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was also very nice to see my family :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113900305251085537?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113900305251085537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113900305251085537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113900305251085537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113900305251085537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-much-food.html' title='So much food…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113840282150257131</id><published>2006-01-27T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Child magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, I went to the mechanics today to get my car serviced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, without fail, a simple one hour oil change turned into a 3.5 hours ordeal where they recommended that my spark plug and wires to be replaced.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So while sitting there watching whatever it is playing on TV, I was completely bored out of my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know… it’s my fault that I didn’t grab a book with me as I was heading there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t remember when was the last time that I sat through so many soap operas in one sitting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About 30 minutes into what I thought was only going to be an hour appointment, came this little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cute as a button dressed in a pink sweater and blue pants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She kept looking at me and periodically would smile at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naturally, I smiled at her and I knew she wanted to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She walked back and fourth a couple of times and the last time her mother followed with another baby in her arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With one glance, you can tell they are sisters; they have the same face and the same smile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I learned that the younger one is 11 months old and the older one is 4 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hour two, the 4 year old little girl started to play peek-a-boo with me between the tires that are in display.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same time, her sister crawled on the floor to me and wanted me to hold her up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That continued for a bit longer when the sisters decided that they were tired and needed a nap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The girls certainly made the wait more bearable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Still, I rather have not sat through the 3.5 hours!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113840282150257131?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113840282150257131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113840282150257131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113840282150257131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113840282150257131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/01/child-magnet.html' title='Child magnet'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113707622748972579</id><published>2006-01-12T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.715-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s going to be a long semester, I can feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My semester officially started this past Monday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I registered for classes, I didn’t think that my schedule was bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I came to find out how wrong I could be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here goes my weekly schedule: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Monday, I have to go to my externship site early (since it takes me about an hour to get to my site and I need to get there by 9:00 that translate into leaving at the crack of dawn).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do get to leave early at 3:00 in order to rush to my seminar at school.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tuesday, another day that I need to leave to get there early, so I get to leave early again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get to leave at 4:30 to rush to school for a three hour class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Wednesday, a day scheduled with clients back to back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not really a problem since I do enjoy working with people, except that also means that I need to complete my progress notes that evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the time that I leave my site is variable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The rest of the week is devoted to my online course and other odds and ends that I never have time for during the rest of the week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I think once I have gotten use to the schedule, it should not be too bad. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile, just wish me luck :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113707622748972579?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113707622748972579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113707622748972579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113707622748972579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113707622748972579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-going-to-be-long-semester-i-can.html' title='It’s going to be a long semester, I can feel it'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113707542750018504</id><published>2006-01-12T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter?  Nah…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We have been having a string of very mild days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I absolutely love it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I do actually like the changing weather, but this is not bad either.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Especially Tuesday was just absolutely beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The temperature got up to the 60s and it was sunny and bright.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perfect!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do miss the snow now and then, but I can also deal with the mild temperature and sunny days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113707542750018504?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113707542750018504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113707542750018504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113707542750018504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113707542750018504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/01/winter-nah.html' title='Winter?  Nah…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113631009360371113</id><published>2006-01-03T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7322/1206/1600/2005-12-26_OpeningDoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7322/1206/320/2005-12-26_OpeningDoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So my nephew learned a new trick a few weeks ago -- opening doors. Of course, being only 15 months old, it really doesn’t matter what door, as long as it is a door. He’s also getting taller, so that he can actually reach the door knob now. It is very cute to see him reaching for the door knob. Of course, that also means that you better lock your door when you are in the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113631009360371113?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113631009360371113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113631009360371113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113631009360371113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113631009360371113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2006/01/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113535685091827917</id><published>2005-12-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Happy holiday to you and yours, best of everything for the upcoming year!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113535685091827917?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113535685091827917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113535685091827917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113535685091827917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113535685091827917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113357218854132338</id><published>2005-12-02T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Test of patience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well, I have finally gotten my externship off the ground and sailing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The site is a good fit for me and I like the group of externs that I work with at the site.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the site is far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s located in &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Charles&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;County&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;, which is in southern &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Maryland&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and it’s about an hour drive for me to get there without traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily I leave early enough in the morning and I also would be going against traffic so that I don’t really hit much traffic in the morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well of course unless it’s the time of year when people are trying to get out of dodge, then that’s a completely different story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Knock on wood that I haven’t experience too much traffic traveling to my site in the mornings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coming home, now, that’s a completely different story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was driving home on Tuesday night and it took me a whole 2 hours!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so the weather wasn’t the greatest and that it was drizzling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figured that when it’s raining people don’t really know how to drive on wet pavement, but come on, this is ridicules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looks like that I really need to play with the timing of my travels so that I am not sitting in traffic and wasting my time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In a completely different note, I saw my first client on Wednesday and I am completely excited :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113357218854132338?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113357218854132338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113357218854132338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113357218854132338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113357218854132338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/12/test-of-patience.html' title='Test of patience'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113281097007093421</id><published>2005-11-24T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone but not forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Last Friday my good friend &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="gingerammon.com"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; called late at night to inform me of the sad news of her brother’s passing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At first I couldn’t believe my ears, after all Wyatt is only 24 and it is difficult to accept the fact that someone so young and full of promises is gone, just like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought about writing about him, but I hesitated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all, I have only met him on several occasions and I really can’t claim to say that I know him well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, within the short few hours that I have spent getting to know him, I was impressed by his honesty and insight into his own world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was further impressed by the selfless act of dropping everything that he holds dear to go overseas to help the less fortunate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I would have the courage to make that kind of commitment, no matter how much I wanted to help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was impressed by his good nature and how easy it was to be around him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is as if no matter whom you are as long as you are in his company you are a friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately life was cut short for Wyatt, but fortunately he went doing something that he loves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Today being Thanksgiving, I just wanted to say that I am thankful for the memories of those that touched my life and marched on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am also thankful for those that remain in my life to continue to offer love and support and teach me valuable lessons in living the life that I want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that this Thanksgiving has forever changed the lives of the Ammon family, and I would just like to offer my deepest sympathy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As Ginger said, we should celebrate life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life is short, but always worth living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you would like to find out more about Wyatt, he has a memorial site: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="wyattammon.org"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;wyattammon.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and his blog: &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zambum.blogspot.com/"&gt;zambum.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zambum.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zambum.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113281097007093421?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113281097007093421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113281097007093421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113281097007093421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113281097007093421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/11/gone-but-not-forgotten.html' title='Gone but not forgotten'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113219838408476008</id><published>2005-11-16T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How wonderful it is to watch a child grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I spent some time this after and evening with my mom and my nephew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I first got there, he couldn’t wait for me to be close to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He kept gesturing me to come over, he even fuss a bit when I walked away for a minute to put my jacket away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom then gave him so juice in his bottle and he then said juice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s so adorable!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;My mom then asked him if he wants to go back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In response, he nodded and said yes in Taiwanese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I then asked if he wanted to go visit grandpa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also nodded and said yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Later in the evening, I asked if he wants to visit grandpa and grandma in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Taiwan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (without using the words for yes or no).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He nodded and said yes again in Taiwanese.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Clearly, he seems to understand what the words mean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I just cannot stop bragging about my nephew as I am so proud of him!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113219838408476008?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113219838408476008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113219838408476008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113219838408476008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113219838408476008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-wonderful-it-is-to-watch-child.html' title='How wonderful it is to watch a child grow'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113200071157805279</id><published>2005-11-14T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First words… and last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First the good news. Yes it has happened folks! My nephew has spoken his first words that are clearly associated with an object. About two weeks ago he said “baby” while looking at some pictures. Yesterday, my brother took him to a park and while sitting in the playground watching several adults playing soccer, he said “ball” while looking at the ball. Although I have known all along that he knows more than any of us give him credit for, it’s nevertheless very nice to see him grow and understanding the world around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then the bad news. Jason and I are taking a break, and this, I will just leave it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113200071157805279?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113200071157805279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113200071157805279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113200071157805279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113200071157805279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-words-and-last-words.html' title='First words… and last words'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-113094764696926335</id><published>2005-11-02T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have completely neglected my blog for the last month, for good reasons, I would like to think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;School has consumed a lot of my time and the lack of it that is free has been devoted to my family and my cute little nephew, who has turned a year old about a month ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up taking him trick or treating last Sunday at a local mall, he dressed in a Tigger outfit and was just so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was crowded but he was a good sport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He probably fined it strange that people were dropping things into his bucket not knowing what’s being dropped in there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It didn’t take long before he figured out that whatever is in the bucket is actually something he can eat, and then of course without doubt, he wanted a taste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In other news, I am still having some problems with my externship site that I wish to resolve SOON!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also I am going to have to register soon and need to figure out what I am going to take next semester… very exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-113094764696926335?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/113094764696926335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=113094764696926335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113094764696926335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/113094764696926335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112814199111713332</id><published>2005-10-01T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:57.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny bunny everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know that I haven’t been posting too much lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As school started, I am lucky to catch a break from either studying or doing something school related.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In any rate, here’s some update in what I have been up to lately.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I went to a rabbit adoption day with Jason last Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never seen so many bunnies under one roof all at once.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess the fact that the house is somewhat small has something to do with it; nevertheless, I was rather amazed that they were able to cramp several playpens, many humans, and even more rabbits under the same roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jason proceeded to tell me that he has seen even more rabbits at once.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really, I can’t even fathom that idea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Good news is that we found a bunny that we both liked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Impulsively I said that if he weren’t going to adopt that bunny, then I would take him home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He does not have a name yet as his adaptive mother calls him “Mr. Bunny”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Naturally, we try to come up with a name for the bunny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since the bunny reminds me to Peter Cottontail when he stands up, I naturally think that we should name him Peter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We will see if that goes well ;)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jason should have his bunnies back home relatively soon, I am excited to see the new bunny again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very cute!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112814199111713332?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112814199111713332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112814199111713332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112814199111713332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112814199111713332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/10/bunny-bunny-everywhere.html' title='Bunny bunny everywhere'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112731585534330733</id><published>2005-09-21T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at what I can do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I haven’t talked about my cutest nephew in a while, so here’s an update.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two weekends ago when I went to visit him, he had just learned how to clap his hands the day before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although not making any sounds, I was glad to see that he makes the association that when you put your two hands together it is suppose to make a sound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to see him again last night and he had learned how to blink his eyes last weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My brother and I would ask him “where are your eyes? And how do you blink your eyes?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He would very carefully blink his eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Interesting thing is though, he tries to look the same time as he blinks, and so you will see his cute little face trying to keep his eyes open at the same time as he tries to close his eyelids. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He has also become a much better walker, however, he’s not walking on his own for a long distance yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His parents would prop him up against the sofa and sit a few feet away so that he can reach an adult at the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night, he saw a toy on the floor, without any hesitation, he walked over to the toy and picked it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also is fascinated with deflating a beach ball for some reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also was very glad that few weeks ago when I went to visit him, as he deflated the beach ball I told him to come to me and give me the ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the first time, he crawled over and handed me the ball and let go of the ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very proud of the progress he’s making!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112731585534330733?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112731585534330733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112731585534330733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112731585534330733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112731585534330733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/09/look-at-what-i-can-do.html' title='Look at what I can do!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112670798285447484</id><published>2005-09-14T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This marks the second week of classes of my fall semester of my third year of my doctoral program.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the classes that I am taking is physiological psychology, which of course talks about the biological aspects of psychology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The course is making me somewhat anxious, as I still don’t have my text due to a lousy vender on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that did not keep their promise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that I get my book soon, so that I can start studying for that course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surely, that will make me feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112670798285447484?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112670798285447484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112670798285447484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112670798285447484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112670798285447484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/09/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112597898915606124</id><published>2005-09-05T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw… how nice…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I spent a nice day with Jason and his family today having a little barbeque and some laughs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was driving home form Owings Mills (for those who doesn’t know where it is, it’s close to Baltimore) I saw a shooting star that was rather bright falling from mid-sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My initial thought was “aw… how nice…” Then I remembered last Christmas Eve, I went to my sister-in-law’s sister’s house for a Christmas party with my family, and while driving back to my brother’s house I also saw a shooting star falling from the sky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I was the only person out of the three of us that saw the shooting star, I felt special :)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why shooting stars make people feel special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would venture to guess that it’s because we don’t see shooting stars everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, I feel special.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112597898915606124?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112597898915606124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112597898915606124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112597898915606124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112597898915606124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/09/aw-how-nice.html' title='Aw… how nice…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112544321857365575</id><published>2005-08-30T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have always known that communication in any relationship is important.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being in a profession where I stress the importance of communication, I have to say that I do sometimes forget to communicate effectively.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Partly the ineffective communication is due to fear of hurting others, however, over the years of dating I have figured that saying what’s on my mind is much more important than wanting to protect someone’s feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have found that oftentimes the other party is also thinking the approximate same thing anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Over the weekend, Jason helped me in realizing another important fact, which is that those that really care for you; will listen to all that you have to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are times when I think what I have to say will hurt or damage a relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In reality, however, regardless of how much you think the information might hurt their feelings, they are more interested in listening and helping you through tough times.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;After all, those people that really care (either be family or in a romantic relationship) for you will want nothing but to see you happy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112544321857365575?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112544321857365575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112544321857365575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112544321857365575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112544321857365575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/recipe-for-success.html' title='Recipe for success'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112544055532438366</id><published>2005-08-30T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great date movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Over the weekend, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://jzaba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and I went to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405422/"&gt;The 40-year-old Virgin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, like most romantic comedies, the plot itself is not so unpredictable, however, surprisingly this movie actually shows some depth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The movie deals with some issues that arise in romantic relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“It’s not only a funny movie, but a sexy one as well” it was the comment I heard last night from a radio station, and I agree with the statement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, if you are looking into a good date movie, give this movie a try.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112544055532438366?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112544055532438366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112544055532438366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112544055532438366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112544055532438366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-great-date-movie.html' title='Another great date movie'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112509435073167030</id><published>2005-08-26T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sashmeadowt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;introduced me to a game this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which turns out to be the same game that our family friend, Chuck, got my brother and sister-in-law hooked on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The game is called &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com/"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/i&gt;the objective of the game is to fill in the missing numbers so that each smaller block and columns/rows will be filled with numbers from 1 to 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is a highly addictive game, but if you love puzzles, this is a perfect game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have not venture out to the more difficult levels yet, but nevertheless it’s fun when I can solve the puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112509435073167030?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112509435073167030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112509435073167030&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112509435073167030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112509435073167030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112491923705289285</id><published>2005-08-24T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver lining</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those of you that know me and know what kind of year I have been having, you will agree when I say that I have been having a rather bad and bizarre year so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been having a string of bad luck since about December or January in both my school and my personal life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Jason walked into my life and things are at least looking up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I am still experiencing a rather strange and eventful summer, it has been helpful to have someone that just wants to offer support in my hours of need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel heard, and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112491923705289285?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112491923705289285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112491923705289285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491923705289285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491923705289285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/silver-lining.html' title='Silver lining'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112491820805606571</id><published>2005-08-24T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good date movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I haven’t been to a movie in a long time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I actually think that the very last time I was at a movie theatre was probably in December or January.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Besides the fact that there are no good movies that I must see, I am also not to keen on being in a crowded theatre while trying to find seats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a blessing to me when there are other people that are willing to share movies with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Recently &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://jzaba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;joined one of those DVD rental services and I asked him to rent &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/shop?d=hv&amp;id=1808605585&amp;amp;cf=info"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;The Wedding Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for my amusement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to admit that it’s one of those “feel good” movies where the plot is predictable, but it is nevertheless a cute movie that is great for dates.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112491820805606571?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112491820805606571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112491820805606571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491820805606571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491820805606571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-date-movie.html' title='Good date movie'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112491714348886251</id><published>2005-08-24T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This year makes my 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year out of high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time sure flies, and I realized that I have lost touch with many of my friends back when I was in high school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two days ago, to my surprise, one of my old friends from high school &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mdathena.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Yaohua (a.k.a. Athena)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; found my e-mail address and decided to write.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She now is a mother of a little girl and has been married since 1999.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s very interesting to find out how my friends are doing since we bid farewell 10 years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If she does decide to go to the class reunion that is set in November, then it will be more of a reason for me to consider going :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112491714348886251?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112491714348886251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112491714348886251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491714348886251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112491714348886251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/voice-from-past.html' title='Voice from the past'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112448779062213079</id><published>2005-08-19T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding guests for rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I heard about the new type of business springing up in India, guests for rent, not just any guests, wedding guests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having been through couple of weddings already, I know how expenses in weddings tend to pile up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, the whole idea that there are people in the world would want to spend double in order to seem to have a big wedding is just beyond my imagination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What bothers me is the whole idea that there are people out there that think there are not enough guests in their wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have always heard that couples needing to cut down on the number of guests in order to actually being able to pay for the wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I, for one, have never been into large and extravagant weddings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Few years ago when a friend of a friend got married, they couple had 500+ guests.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, at least half of them are over 50 and do not know the couple other than their names.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I agree that sometimes the more the merrier, but I still do think there’s a point where it is just overwhelming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Well, the news continues to say that the company will actually get the posers together for the couple few days before the wedding to go over details.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just in case the real guests ask questions about the couple that have completely nothing to do with them other than a business opportunity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What will the creative and desperate businessmen think of next!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112448779062213079?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112448779062213079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112448779062213079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112448779062213079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112448779062213079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/wedding-guests-for-rent.html' title='Wedding guests for rent'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112413423239000849</id><published>2005-08-15T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can get used to that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s official folks!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am in a relationship with Jason.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He showed up at my door on Saturday with a bouquet of purple roses in hand and asked me the very important question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t be happier!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s wonderful not only the fact that Jason and I have amazing amount of commonality, and also that I have never been asked to be the girlfriend before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can really get used to the feeling of knowing that he wants nothing more than for me to be happy!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112413423239000849?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112413423239000849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112413423239000849&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112413423239000849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112413423239000849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-can-get-used-to-that.html' title='I can get used to that.'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112377731672817266</id><published>2005-08-11T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was disgusting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I drove to &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnmc.org/"&gt;Children’s Hospital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; yesterday using local roads.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I was entering DC from Silver Spring, I noticed a white van with DC temporary plate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stopped side by side at a traffic light waiting for the light to turn green.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I took a sip of water from my water bottle, I noticed the man in the van (I estimated him somewhere between his late 40s early 50s) talking on the phone while looking my way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very quickly I turned my gaze and looked out of my driver side window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I thought it was inappropriate to look, but I just did not want to draw attention.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, this van in the next few blocks kept about one or two car lengths away from my car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At a certain point, he was to the left of me and he purposely slowed down to peek into my window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was completely gross out and felt disgusted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I know he has rights to look at anyone that he wants, but I just have a real problem with the fact that the look is not welcomed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thought that he might follow me to my destination crossed my mind, and that is a real unpleasant feeling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His gazes at me made me feel like a piece of meat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugh, so disgusting!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112377731672817266?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112377731672817266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112377731672817266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112377731672817266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112377731672817266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/that-was-disgusting.html' title='That was disgusting'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112377583844151124</id><published>2005-08-11T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem solved… hopefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I ran into my next-door neighbor yesterday as I was coming home from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnmc.org/"&gt;Children’s Hospital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; visiting some of my old co-workers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her about the gap where the birds were and basically told her that she should have her landlord fix the problem.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, hopefully after this I can look forward to birds-on-my-roof-free days next year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112377583844151124?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112377583844151124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112377583844151124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112377583844151124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112377583844151124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/problem-solved-hopefully.html' title='Problem solved… hopefully'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112351832989145484</id><published>2005-08-08T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;After a long stretch of 90+ degrees days, the first “seasonal” day finally arrived last Saturday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I decided to take a stroll with a newfound friend, Jason, in the zoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We finally arrived at the zoo around 4:00pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First we saw some cheetahs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are truly magnificent creatures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, it was warm out, so they were lying on the grass relaxing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We saw other animals such as the always very cute &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/NorthAmerica/Facts/fact-pdog.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;black-tailed prairie dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, playful &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/Animals/AsianElephants/factasianelephant.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Asian elephants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, grazing &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/animals/africansavanna/fact-giraffe.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;giraffes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and a giant &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/support/adoptspecies/animalinfo/nilehippo/default.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;hippo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: green;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that led out a loud sneeze at one point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately we entered the zoo a little late, and all of the indoor exhibits are closed by 6:00pm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got a glimpse of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/animals/primates/facts/factsheets/gorillas/default.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;gorillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; as we were being rush out of the building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are other animals that I have not mentioned here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am also pretty certain that we had not walk the whole zoo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was memorable when we saw a kangaroo sleeping on the grass, however, the position the kangaroo was in, it seemed like it was hurt, or worse, dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Few people, including the two of us, were wondering if the kangaroo was actually breathing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily someone spotted the chest moving up and down slightly and it inhales and exhales.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Due to the warm weather, the zoo sets up several stop points where a water spray can be found.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought it’s very thoughtful of them to think of the comfort of pedestrians.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was a fun trip that I intent to do again soon!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112351832989145484?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112351832989145484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112351832989145484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112351832989145484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112351832989145484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/zoo.html' title='The zoo'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112316784572141763</id><published>2005-08-04T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:56.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow month</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It has been a slow month so far and things are somewhat uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so today is only the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; day of the month, but I am thankful for this leisurely pace!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Especially after a very long Spring semester and a busy first half of summer.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to enjoy these time off as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112316784572141763?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112316784572141763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112316784572141763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112316784572141763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112316784572141763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/slow-month.html' title='Slow month'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112291211513198394</id><published>2005-08-01T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;A few friends and I went to a park in Reston over the weekend for an Asian festival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Few hours after we have gotten there we spotted a few cute dogs walking alongside their owners.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Few feet from where we were sitting was a Shar-pei who has a chocolate coat and is very cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was walking around his owner trying to find something to play with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In any event, a friend of mine, Andy, decide to approach the dog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From how the dog was playing, we could tell that he’s still a puppy, which was later confirmed by the owner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The puppy got so excited and just wanted to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I approached the puppy to pet him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t resist playing with a cute dog anyway!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The puppy got so excited and wanting to jump on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because he is still a puppy, he has no idea the amount of force that he is exerting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He pushed me a bit hard and caused me to loose balance, but luckily I didn’t fall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His owner told us that he is especially attracted to women.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time it’s said and done, I have dog slobber all over me!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s wonderful though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love dogs!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112291211513198394?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112291211513198394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112291211513198394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112291211513198394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112291211513198394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-puppy.html' title='Nice puppy'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112249174316200526</id><published>2005-07-27T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling hot hot hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ever since summer started there is a string of hot days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reminded me of the hot weather back in Taiwan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It literally feels as if I am back in Taiwan right now, well… not really true, but definitely weather wise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to say that the hot weather and the typhoons are not something that I’ve missed about Taiwan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the feeling of being at home, on the other hand, trumps all bad weather.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112249174316200526?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112249174316200526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112249174316200526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112249174316200526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112249174316200526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/feeling-hot-hot-hot.html' title='Feeling hot hot hot!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112200388807680178</id><published>2005-07-21T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third time’s the charm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, I have been trying to teach myself how to knit for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I finally sat down today and figured it out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Horary for me, even if it took me a while to understand the diagrams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to say to my own defense, the pictures they show are those instructions lack direction and I needed to use some imagination to figure out what the differences are between one picture to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112200388807680178?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112200388807680178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112200388807680178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112200388807680178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112200388807680178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/third-times-charm.html' title='Third time’s the charm'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112200349349713264</id><published>2005-07-21T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush… listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I don’t hear anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s right ladies and gentleman, they have officially gone their marry way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am talking about the birds of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t hear any more fighting upon my rooftop, I haven’t seen anymore parent birds sitting in a threatening pose trying to fend me off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I don’t know when they moved or if they just had a heat stroke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I care at this point is that I don’t have to worry anymore about poop-bombs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is enough to cause a celebration!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112200349349713264?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112200349349713264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112200349349713264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112200349349713264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112200349349713264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/hush-listen.html' title='Hush… listen'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112189399267679731</id><published>2005-07-20T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can’t even imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I heard on the news a few days ago that a group of boys went to the zoo (I am not sure where this zoo is located).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boys decided to try to outdo each other in being “tough”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone somehow got the bright idea of jumping over the fence between he and the bear in the cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course, they got to him in time shortly before he was about to loose his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t imagine what was going through the boy’s mind when he saw his life flash before his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am interested to know what kind of thoughts are running through his mind that makes taunting a bear then jumping a fence to be with it a great idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112189399267679731?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112189399267679731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112189399267679731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112189399267679731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112189399267679731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-even-imagine.html' title='I can’t even imagine'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112148673728411231</id><published>2005-07-16T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it’s never going to end…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I have officially survived my first summer as an “associate director” of Camp Sally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a lot of fun and it was also a lot of work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camp is certainly an interesting and a good experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids ranged from six to 13, although the hot days have gotten to them, they have not created too much trouble that the counselors cannot handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The worst part of the camp is probably the single adult camper that we have (although he is 24 and he is suppose to be one of the senior counselors, in many ways he acted more like one of the campers).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Making matters worse, in many ways he was &lt;i&gt;MUCH&lt;/i&gt; worse than the kids!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy, was I glad to hear that this will be his last year helping out at the camp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112148673728411231?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112148673728411231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112148673728411231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112148673728411231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112148673728411231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-thought-its-never-going-to-end.html' title='I thought it’s never going to end…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112114011666601241</id><published>2005-07-11T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I met up with a friend of mine, Sarah, from school for an early dinner tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The topic turned to my nephew (when am I &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; talking about my nephew?! :))&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I told her that my nephew has been crawling for the last 2-3 weeks and now will try and can take a single step while an adult watches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said, “wow, it sounds like you were only talking about his birth not too long ago!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I completely agree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Time seems to move rather quickly when watching a child blossom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112114011666601241?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112114011666601241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112114011666601241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112114011666601241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112114011666601241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112113966939156706</id><published>2005-07-11T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm… watermelon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I spent this 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July with my brother and his family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The television was on while the fantastic fireworks were displaying its glory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next thing we realized was that my nephew had his eyes steadily fixed on the television watching the fireworks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very same time, he was reaching for his mother’s hand as she had a slice of watermelon in her hand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a joy watching my nephew grow up!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112113966939156706?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112113966939156706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112113966939156706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112113966939156706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112113966939156706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmmm-watermelon.html' title='Hmmm… watermelon'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112010309304844669</id><published>2005-06-29T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How about that?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Few days ago as I was driving home from school I heard this news on the classical music station and I had a few good chuckles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There is a pair of friends, friend A played a practical joke on B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friend A thought it was clever to have B think that he has accidentally swallowed B’s truck key.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Except that while playing the practical joke friend A ended up swallowing the key!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a panic the pair rushed to the hospital to see a doctor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The doctor informed the pair that it is best for the key just take the natural course to let it pass through the system on its own.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Problem is though that B needed to use his truck to complete some work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, the pair came up with an idea and took the x-ray to a locksmith and made a key to the truck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only the locksmith was able to make a key from the x-ray, it worked!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I think the moral of the story is: find a good locksmith when you need something done right…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112010309304844669?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112010309304844669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112010309304844669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112010309304844669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112010309304844669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-about-that.html' title='How about that?!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-112010207767392023</id><published>2005-06-29T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I wrote about my new neighbors, and this is an update.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, the birds are still there, however, I don’t see them as often anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably due to the fact that I am rarely home and I am just not as aware of their presence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Few days ago it thunder stormed around here, and I didn’t think much of it expect that I was very thankful that my powder remained.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The next morning as I was backing out of my garage I looked up to see if the birds are still around, to my surprise the rain had washed off most of the bird poop on my windows!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although I still will have to scrub the stuff off of my door, but at least that save me some work in trying to clean the outside of the windows too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t complain about that!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-112010207767392023?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/112010207767392023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=112010207767392023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112010207767392023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/112010207767392023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111967085108906873</id><published>2005-06-24T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have been helping to run a summer camp for a week now.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since today is the last day of the week, we thought that we should give the kids a treat and let them get wet a little.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So we came up with this game of hot potatoes that’s played with water balloons.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I ended up leading few younger kids in my group and as we were throwing the balloons back and forth the first one burst as I was catching.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The kids were screaming and laughing.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t mind much as it was hot out anyhow.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just remember that I haven’t played with a water balloon in ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later I was talking online with Ginger, and the term TGIF entered the conversation.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It brought back so much memory as I started watching those programs as we first moved to the States.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven’t thought about that in such a long time, it just brings back a lot of mixed feelings and memories.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111967085108906873?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111967085108906873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111967085108906873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111967085108906873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111967085108906873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-was-nostalgic.html' title='That was nostalgic'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111940520185413937</id><published>2005-06-21T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a nice day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There has been a string of nice days here in DC lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been feeling good with my hair down and the wind blowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At one point I actually thought the sound of the birds living next-door fighting is cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wish this nice weather continued for the remainder of the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111940520185413937?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111940520185413937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111940520185413937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111940520185413937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111940520185413937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/such-nice-day.html' title='Such a nice day!'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111906638954913484</id><published>2005-06-17T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions or real recovery?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am currently taking an online class titled &lt;i&gt;Cognitive and Affective Processes &lt;/i&gt;and this week we had to complete a group project (an online group project, a very novel and laborious process!) and my group decided to talk about pressed and false memories.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was responsible for the implication section and a question that is associated with the topic.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well to make a long explanation short, repressed memories are those memories that are so traumatic to the individual that they are pushed into the unconscious (as indicated by the psychodynamic thought).&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Usually these memories are only recalled when the individual is emotionally able to deal with the event or issue.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, since these memories are usually unearthed long after they are buried, it is difficult to ever be sure what had taken place when the event first happened.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I came up with this question for the class: &lt;i&gt;Is it ethical for a therapist to suggest to a patient that they have repressed memories?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why or why not?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which to my surprise everyone who is not in the group participated in the discussion.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I started thinking while responding to some of my classmates’ comments.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since these memories are very fluid and can be easily affected by suggestions from the therapist, what the therapist says to the patient then becomes very important.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The therapist can mislead the patient one way or the other depending on how they work with patients.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I came to the conclusion that since everyone has different life experiences, another can interpret the way you state a thought as something very different.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As you can never be 100% sure of how others will take your comments.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No matter how clearly you think you have expressed yourself, there’s always that chance that someone can take it very differently.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I started to wonder if the mere act of talking with a patient about their repressed memory actively altering that memory?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No matter now neutral a therapist is while exploring the topic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"&gt;I don’t have an answer to that question, but it’s certainly an interesting thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111906638954913484?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111906638954913484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111906638954913484&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111906638954913484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111906638954913484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/suggestions-or-real-recovery.html' title='Suggestions or real recovery?'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111893384447310415</id><published>2005-06-16T10:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;For some reasons I was mistaken for a Mexican at least twice within the last couple of months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Monday we had a guest speaker, a Central America spiritual man, spoke in my Diversity course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As this man and I rode the elevator down to the ground floor, while joking, I mentioned that I had been mistaken for a Mexican.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, apparently there are some indigenous tribes in Mexico that looked very much like Asians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who would have known?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111893384447310415?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111893384447310415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111893384447310415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111893384447310415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111893384447310415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/mexican.html' title='Mexican?'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111893319606586313</id><published>2005-06-16T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:55.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being diplomatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I posted something about my professor yesterday that I have decided to pull.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thinking behind it is that I still have some potential to need to deal with him in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although from the way I feel about him, I will do anything humanly possible to avoid working with him again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I doubt that he would search for me online, but I also don’t want to run that risk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is always complicated when it involves other people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111893319606586313?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111893319606586313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111893319606586313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111893319606586313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111893319606586313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-diplomatic.html' title='Being diplomatic'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111875895859234758</id><published>2005-06-14T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:54.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew, what a relief…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It’s done... it’s finally over!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spoke with my professor for my diversity course yesterday during break for my class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am getting myself a new advisor!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am so excited :) and such a relief…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will post more about the reasons for my change later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just excited to be able to work with someone that’s sensitive to her students.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111875895859234758?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111875895859234758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111875895859234758&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111875895859234758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111875895859234758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/phew-what-relief.html' title='Phew, what a relief…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111867377453230919</id><published>2005-06-13T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:54.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new neighbors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few weeks ago while laboring away washing my car I looked up and saw a bird sitting rather protectively on my neighbor’s roof.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;“What was that all about?” I thought to myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As l looked closer another bird climbed out of the metal covers that lie between the roof and the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh, no, they are nesting in there” and that can’t be good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The very next day, I saw some bird droppings ON my front door and few twigs and pine needles on my lawn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, not only they have nested there, they keep constant watch at the hole and become very defensive as I try to get into my house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right, like I can climb 3 stories up so that I can steal the eggs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can also hear them strolling leisurely across my roof first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Needless to say, the birds are still here and they keep pooping on the front side of my house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks very attractive by the way, with all the visible bird droppings on the windows and door.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I should conjure up some plan to “help” them move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111867377453230919?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111867377453230919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111867377453230919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111867377453230919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111867377453230919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-neighbors.html' title='My new neighbors'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13637375.post-111867313536087379</id><published>2005-06-13T10:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:35:54.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My therapist told me this is therapeutic…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;So now long after being temped by my friends and their blogs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have decided to try one myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;No, I don’t really have a therapist that told me that this is therapeutic (well that’s if you exclude myself as one), but it might achieve that objective anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;I can’t claim that this will be insightful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just want it to be some urgently needed ranting and some mindless fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13637375-111867313536087379?l=vtsai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/feeds/111867313536087379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13637375&amp;postID=111867313536087379&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111867313536087379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13637375/posts/default/111867313536087379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vtsai.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-therapist-told-me-this-is.html' title='My therapist told me this is therapeutic…'/><author><name>Vivian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13476598191391170489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
