<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545</id><updated>2009-10-01T16:35:53.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Asian insight.</title><subtitle type='html'>Life through slanted eyes. They're little but see a lot.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-2887154875152416470</id><published>2006-12-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T09:55:44.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Can it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started freaking out a little last night when I realized that there’s only 31 days left of the year. The hands of time sure did move pretty quickly. At this rate, I’ll be 30 in no time. That’s a scary thought and I’m jumping way ahead of myself. Anyway, at least I’ll get my winter break from school soon. Happy December everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I almost forgot, I wanted to let you know the vitamin project will officially be over in two days!!! It took a little longer than expected but it’ll finally be done. I should also let you know that I should revise the blog from September 25th to Forty-nine days instead of Fifty because I dropped one by accident during lunch one day. Oops.&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/22998545-2887154875152416470?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/2887154875152416470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=2887154875152416470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/2887154875152416470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/2887154875152416470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-it-be.html' title='Can it be?'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-3514034434941869503</id><published>2006-11-25T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:11:40.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run baby run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s do it to it.'/><title type='text'>Where's the mojo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I’ve been on the exercise kick again. Well trying anyway. It’s been harder since I’ve been taking 2 classes this quarter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;With fall almost to an end and winter around the corner I need to focus on not adding any holiday pounds. Or as my dear friend likes to call it my baby layer and now he calls it my winter layer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Why can’t he just say that I’m getting fat? Anyway, today I attempted to go for a run outside today. Running outside means hills, lots of hills which I detest but do them anyway. I do it for two reasons, it gets me out the the gym and the monotony of the treadmill and I heard it helps your butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today I have discovered that I’ve lost it. My mojo or whatever it is I had when I was running. I don’t know what happened but all the progress I’ve made in the last year has disappeared. So it’s back to square one of trying to get back to the level I was once at. Ugh...this is what happens when you don’t keep up with things. I’m really scared to hop back on my bike. It’s been almost 2 months since I’ve ridden that thing. Better get on the ball, I need my running mojo back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-3514034434941869503?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/3514034434941869503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=3514034434941869503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3514034434941869503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3514034434941869503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/wheres-mojo.html' title='Where&apos;s the mojo?'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-5967879376828731170</id><published>2006-11-17T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:40:46.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Oh am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     You are a     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span shmolor="a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(38% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   and an...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span shmolor="#a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(31% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   You are best described as a:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Totalitarian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;        &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="237"&gt;         &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr height="137"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="249"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;table id="thetable" name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt;        &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="237"&gt;         &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;!--this width sets social axis, center is 169--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;tr height="137"&gt;&lt;!--this height number economic axis,        center is 206--&gt;&lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;          &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="249"&gt;&lt;!--this cellholds the image--&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/politics%27"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com%27"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test%27"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span id="lj_insert" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-5967879376828731170?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/5967879376828731170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=5967879376828731170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5967879376828731170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5967879376828731170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-am-i.html' title='Oh am I?'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-5149730957757600027</id><published>2006-11-09T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:39:36.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pains of being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Wishful thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could crawl into a cave and never come out. That way, I could avoid reality and live in my own lovely bubble. Now that I think about it, I might not pick a cave but you get the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It’s been a long week and I had a very disturbing dream the other night. It was so disturbing I haven’t talked to that person in a few days. But to think of it they haven’t tried to get a hold of me either so I don’t know what to say about that. Yikes, what a simple dream can do, I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Whether I do something about it or not is the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-5149730957757600027?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/5149730957757600027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=5149730957757600027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5149730957757600027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5149730957757600027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-7730198223332398299</id><published>2006-11-03T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:29:36.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Vitamin update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Forty days have passed day after my first blog September 25th.  Technically I should be done in 10 days. Instead, after counting my bottle of vitamins, I have 17 days to go. I’m only a week off, not too shabby if I do say so myself. I have to tell you that I don’t feel any different though. We’ll see if I keep pursuing vitamins after I’m done with the bottle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-7730198223332398299?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/7730198223332398299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=7730198223332398299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7730198223332398299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7730198223332398299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/vitamin-update.html' title='Vitamin update'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-3883412424912616179</id><published>2006-10-31T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:30:03.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>My aunt passed away today. This is so surreal. Although I'm sad for selfish reasons, I’m glad she’s not going through the pain anymore. I know she’s in a peaceful place now, wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral’s on Monday since we have family flying in from out of the country. It’s gonna be a long week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-3883412424912616179?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/3883412424912616179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=3883412424912616179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3883412424912616179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3883412424912616179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-2507456727822220368</id><published>2006-10-30T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:53:28.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life of an Asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Guilt trip</title><content type='html'>I have my bags packed and ready to go. My mother is sending me on guilt trip for all the things I should have done regarding my aunt. Ugh, I can’t take it. It’s not as if I don’t think about what I could have done different in regards to my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have definitely visited more and I could have called more but I didn’t know that it would come this soon. The last thing I need is for my mother to be on my back. It’s gonna be a long trip so I’ll see you when I get back because I don’t know how long I’ll be gone. Typical Asian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-2507456727822220368?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/2507456727822220368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=2507456727822220368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/2507456727822220368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/2507456727822220368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/guilt-trip.html' title='Guilt trip'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-6209882571023730950</id><published>2006-10-30T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:52:21.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Apologies in advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I’m sorry I haven’t been myself lately. I actually think I’ve been a little depressed lately because of the whole family situation going on. Sorry for the many tears that have been shed this past week. I know you have your own problems and you don’t need to deal with mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My mom gave me an update on Aunt Jia and things for her are not getting better. She had a seizure on Friday and we found out that the cancer has spread to her brain.  She also asked me today if I had any articles of black clothing and told me to be prepared. I’m really scared for what’s going to happen. I know that she’ll be in a better place but the selfish side of me doesn’t want her to leave. For now I can only send positive thoughts her way, and if you have a free moment please send some her way too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-6209882571023730950?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/6209882571023730950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=6209882571023730950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6209882571023730950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6209882571023730950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/apologies-in-advance.html' title='Apologies in advance'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-7137576130711791797</id><published>2006-10-27T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:57:00.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn something'/><title type='text'>Full speed ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I’m reaching the the half way mark of my semester and I feel very overwhelmed. Classes are getting harder, more work is ahead and concepts are all beginning to join together from day one. Where am I in the mix of this? Well, I’m a tad behind in both my classes to be honest, especially in my Autocad class. I feel like I’m super slow in producing any kind of plans and half the time they’re not accurate. I don’t feel like I’ve put in the effort and time that should have been put into these classes and I’m beginning to regret it. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the classes because I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have another 6 weeks or so of class and I plan on getting through them with flying colors so if I’m a little grouchy in between just bare with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-7137576130711791797?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/7137576130711791797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=7137576130711791797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7137576130711791797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7137576130711791797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/full-speed-ahead.html' title='Full speed ahead'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-4949576587582554406</id><published>2006-10-26T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:55:22.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why me?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Seriously, kill me now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Someone help me! I just experienced the worse thing a sister could ever experience. But honestly, the way my week’s been going I’m not surprised that I got to sit through this jewel of an experience. This is totally icing on the cake and I must say I really hate my life at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I really don’t want to go into little details but I will tell you this; he’s recently acquired a girlfriend. They hang out a lot and it’s often over at our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ok, so here goes. I was sitting in the room adjacent to my brother’s. I was surfing the net minding my own business. (I have to do this because our wireless router sucks royally and until we get that problem fixed I will continue to use that room.) I hear the t.v. on in my brother’s room and I hear him and his girlfriend chatting, and out of nowhere I hear a what I thought was a moan. I stopped typing for a second and listened closely but all I heard was the t.v. so I continued to check my email. Then 30 seconds later I hear what I knew was a MOAN. I can say that I’m totally grossed out right now. This also confirms that the first sound I heard was definitely a moan and this round it’s even louder. Then I hear my brother telling her to shush, it gets quiet for about 2 seconds and continues with some slapping noises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;That’s right guys, my little brother and his girlfriend were totally having sex in his room. How wrong is that? Honestly, his older sister hearing him having sex. Uhh...I can’t even finish this blog because I’m seriously sickened by what I just sat through. This is definitely my cue to back away from the computer and leave the room immediately. It’s not enough that I had a shitty week, it has to end like this. I really hope that this weekend has better things stored for me instead of what I’ve gone through this week. Thank god this week is almost over . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-4949576587582554406?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/4949576587582554406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=4949576587582554406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/4949576587582554406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/4949576587582554406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously-kill-me-now.html' title='Seriously, kill me now.'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-9101742508124664558</id><published>2006-10-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:25:38.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run baby run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pains of being a girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Honest Ivan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ivan my long time trainer/friend can always be counted on to tell me the truth when it comes to the way that my body looks. Me being the paranoid girl I am, I always do a weekly check on how my body’s doing and he gives me an answer.  If he gives me an answer I don’t like, I find a way to try to resolve it. He usually gives me tips on how to reach my goal which is really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started training with Ivan a year or two ago, and ever since then we’ve been buddies. The thing I love about this guy is that he’s honest. I can always expect a honest answer from him even if it might sting a little. He always said wouldn’t you rather have me tell the truth than lie? I rather him tell me the truth but, I have to admit, the truth sometimes hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think at least a year has pasted since I last trained with him. I still frequent the gym and every time I go I have to have my catch up session with him. I have to see how him and Gladice (his wife) are doing, if he’s been busy with clients etc etc and he does the same with me. How’s work, school, anything new with the boys? Blah blah blah. At the end of every conversation I ask him what I should work out for the day and last Thursday our conversation went a little something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me: “ Ivan, I feel like going home, I don’t wanna work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ivan: “Sid, you’re here already, you’re gonna work out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me: “Ivan”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ivan: “Sid.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me: “Uh, fine. What should I do today?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ivan: “You should do abs.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me: “Ivan, what are you trying to say?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ivan: “ Sid, do I need to say anything?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me: “Wow, that was a hint. (start to stick out my tummy even more) FINE.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He smiles at me and walks away. I go and head for the  blue mats to meet my fate of yucky sit-ups and other things to torture my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-9101742508124664558?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/9101742508124664558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=9101742508124664558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/9101742508124664558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/9101742508124664558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/honest-ivan.html' title='Honest Ivan'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-985402547258427687</id><published>2006-10-19T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:51:22.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging just to blog'/><title type='text'>An attempted update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It’s been a while since I written. Sorry to my so called      “fan(s)” out there. (you know who you are and this blog is for you) I’ve been consumed by other areas in my life and put my writing on the back burner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;These past weeks have been filled with school, work and little exercise. This last thing I speak of saddens me. The lack of exercise depresses me. This lacking I speak of is partially due to my new schedule and did I mention my lack of motivation to exercise on my days off from school. In hindsight, it’s my own fault that I’ve been feeling this way. But honestly I can’t help it. This slipping away of Daylight savings is not helping. The night comes a lot sooner than it use to, and on some nights when I leave work, the sun has already done it’s job for the day and has gone home. I’ll get back on the exercise track, I have to, anyway moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;The weeks have been hectic since school started. There are not enough hours in the day. I especially feel this way at work on the days I have school. I figure it’s only another year or so of this and I’ll have another degree tucked under my belt so in the end it’ll be worth it. (I have to tell myself this or else I might quit the program.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Other things that might be of interest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- I rode my first 70 mile bike ride the first weekend in October. That was very “interesting” to say the least. Translation-I was very unprepared and my poor ass took a beating. Long story short, I had welts from the seat and it hurt really bad. It’s totally embarrassing but kinda funny at the same time so I don’t mind telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- I caught some nasty bug last Saturday but I think I’m almost better now. But my back has been bothering my a bit since the ride and it’s not getting better. I might have to get that checked out if it doesn’t go away soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;- I went to a concert Sunday night at the Fonda. I had dinner at an Indian restaurant before the show. The food and company was really great. Oh,the show was good too.  You’ll hear no complaints here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sadly, I think that’s it. I’m sorry I don’t have more of an exciting update. Not much has happened in the past few weeks. Although, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about friendships/relationships and how strange it is how things can change in a blink of an eye. But I won’t get started on that. I’ll have to gather my thoughts a little more before I start babbling about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;TTFN and I’ll write soon. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-985402547258427687?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/985402547258427687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=985402547258427687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/985402547258427687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/985402547258427687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/10/attempted-update.html' title='An attempted update'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-1744702801317022227</id><published>2006-09-29T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:50:16.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technologically challenged'/><title type='text'>I've missed you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I had to send my computer to the doctor and unfortunately he had to stay for an observation and a minor surgery. I dropped him off on Wednesday and I didn’t know when he would be ready to be picked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I didn’t have him for two whole days. I don’t know what I would have done if I had to go the weekend without him. I‘m glad that he’s back. Now I have to work on homework. Oh, school work...bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-1744702801317022227?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/1744702801317022227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=1744702801317022227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1744702801317022227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1744702801317022227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-missed-you.html' title='I&apos;ve missed you.'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-3363976284758017177</id><published>2006-09-28T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:49:05.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Dear Aunt Jia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You’ve been on my mind a lot lately, especially this past week. I’m sorry that I haven’t been out to visit you. I heard that you had another chemo session. How’s that going? How many more sessions of chemo are you going to have? Did they tell you anything on that? Since you started the therapy, you seemed to have more energy, relatively speaking and all. You seemed really good last time I saw you at grandpa’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was talking to mom the other night and she told me that when she talked to you last, you told her you’ve accepted death and that you were ready.  When I heard that I broke down in tears because deep down I know that is what the outcome is going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;They’re a few things I wanted to tell you. First is that I love you and no matter what happens you’ll always be in my heart and I know your love will be there because you have always shown me love. Thank you for being a good role model and I hope that one day I can be a selfless and caring woman like you.  I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Love your favorite niece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Xiao Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-3363976284758017177?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/3363976284758017177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=3363976284758017177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3363976284758017177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/3363976284758017177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-aunt-jia.html' title='Dear Aunt Jia'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-6124474433681691496</id><published>2006-09-27T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:46:39.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn something'/><title type='text'>Wednesdays 4-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think you can officially say that I’m scared out of my mind of my Wednesday night advanced autocad class. My professor seems pretty cool, works for a very reputable company and has done many projects on buildings that most people have heard of. He’s currently working on Donald Trump’s new project in the Palisades. With that said, it’s obvious he has the experience and what it takes to succeed in this industry. He also has a very cool accent which cuts a little bit of the edge off but in the end he’s still a very intimidating man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After spending 12 weeks learning the basics of autocad, I feel as if I didn’t learn enough. I feel as if that money spent was a complete waste along with my time and effort put into the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now, I’m debating whether to stay in the class or not. I know I should suck it up and just do it. But a little part of me wants out just one week into the class. I say this now but I’ll probably end up staying in the class and the rest of you will have to suffer with me. Sometime I think I should have just stayed in the business world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-6124474433681691496?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/6124474433681691496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=6124474433681691496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6124474433681691496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6124474433681691496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/wednesdays-4-7.html' title='Wednesdays 4-7'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-7525583693570050930</id><published>2006-09-27T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:32:16.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn something'/><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For someone that’s very forgetful about pills and taking them, I somehow got tricked into taking vitamins by my friend. When an effort is made by another human being with caring thoughts put forth in the purchase, it make it a little more difficult to say no. Well at first I said no but then I was told that his feelings were going to be hurt so I really had no choice in the matter but to take them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Somewhere in that brain of mine, under the stubborn section, I know I should be taking them. I won’t ever admit it but I know I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; I haven’t been feeling the healthiest lately. I don’t know if I have a cold bug or if I just haven’t been getting the proper nutrition, sleep, oh the list can go on. So I made a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; The deal is fifty days. Fifty days to see if I feel the vitamins are making any kind of a difference. I will re-evaluate and make my final decision.  Until then wish me luck on remembering to take them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-7525583693570050930?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/7525583693570050930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=7525583693570050930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7525583693570050930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7525583693570050930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-1793996205909386538</id><published>2006-09-27T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:34:26.765-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn something'/><title type='text'>Wednesdays 4-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think you can officially say that I’m scared out of my mind of my Wednesday night advanced autocad class. My professor seems pretty cool, works for a very reputable company and has done many projects on buildings that most people have heard of. He’s currently working on Donald Trump’s new project in the Palisades. With that said, it’s obvious he has the experience and what it takes to succeed in this industry. He also has a very cool accent which cuts a little bit of the edge off but in the end he’s still a very intimidating man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After spending 12 weeks learning the basics of autocad, I feel as if I didn’t learn enough. I feel as if that money spent was a complete waste along with my time and effort put into the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now, I’m debating whether to stay in the class or not. I know I should suck it up and just do it. But a little part of me wants out just one week into the class. I say this now but I’ll probably end up staying in the class and the rest of you will have to suffer with me. Sometime I think I should have just stayed in the business world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-1793996205909386538?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/1793996205909386538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=1793996205909386538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1793996205909386538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1793996205909386538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesdays-4-7.html' title='Wednesdays 4-7'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-1662442853845442592</id><published>2006-09-26T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:47:22.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s learn something'/><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started classes yesterday and I’m sad to say that I haven’t missed it at all. I did miss being in a classroom but what I didn’t miss is sitting on the 405 freeway in traffic trying to avoid crazy drivers on the road. I didn’t miss trying to find parking or paying for it. And most of all, I did miss the long nights of homework or getting home at 11:00 p.m. Basically I’m not happy about going back to my old schedule, one that is not as free as I would like it and for me to do as I please. I will now have to adhere to a schedule, and we all know that schedules and I just don’t get along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although I can’t really complain considering I’ve been slacking this past year. I took of the summer off and I think I only took a total of 4 classes which isn’t much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My Monday night class is about basic color theory. I’m sure after 12 consecutive week totaling 36 hours, this class will help me immensely. Not only with laying out rooms and coordinating colors swatches etc but also just being able to have discussion on color and basically not have anyone argue with me about it.  I’ll be able to say no that’s an aquamarine or no that’s turquoise with confidence. I will be an educated individual on color and will be able to define chroma, tell the difference between tint and tones and know the color wheel by heart. I’m so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tomorrow I will venture to my advanced autocad class. I’m this class will not be as therapeutic as my color theory but I’m sure it’ll have it’s perks. I believe I’ll be making floor plans from scratch, which I better put my creativity hat on. 12 weeks and then winter break will arrive, and the scary thing is I know it’ll be here in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-1662442853845442592?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/1662442853845442592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=1662442853845442592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1662442853845442592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/1662442853845442592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-day-of-school_26.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-4611430044476408892</id><published>2006-09-25T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T16:48:41.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomness'/><title type='text'>Fifty days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For someone that’s very forgetful about pills and taking them, I somehow got tricked into taking vitamins by my friend. When an effort is made by another human being with caring thoughts put forth in the purchase, it make it a little more difficult to say no. Well at first I said no but then I was told that his feelings were going to be hurt so I really had no choice in the matter but to take them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Somewhere in that brain of mine, under the stubborn section, I know I should be taking them. I won’t ever admit it but I know I should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I haven’t been feeling the healthiest lately. I don’t know if I have a cold bug or if I just haven’t been getting the proper nutrition, sleep, oh the list can go on. So I made a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The deal is fifty days. Fifty days to see if I feel the vitamins are making any kind of a difference. I will re-evaluate and make my final decision.  Until then wish me luck on remembering to take them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-4611430044476408892?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/4611430044476408892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=4611430044476408892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/4611430044476408892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/4611430044476408892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/11/fifty-days.html' title='Fifty days'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-6973430047625946360</id><published>2006-09-24T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:29:02.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='26 going on 50'/><title type='text'>I'm getting too old for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Somehow this weekend was spent drinking, eating and dancing till wee hours of the morning when I’m usually home watching re-runs of Sex and the City and Friends. I’ve come to a realization that me at the age of 26 is not the same as I was in my early twenties. I don’t have the same energy as I used to. It’s not as if I didn’t have fun but, can’t we still have fun and get home at a decent hour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Both Friday and Saturday nights were spent out during prime sleeping hours. When most of the population were getting into a good REM cycle and having wonderful dreams, I was out drinking a peanut butter banana milkshake at Swingers on Friday and eating cheap hamburgers and curly fries on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;With that said no more staying out like I did in college. I’m getting too old for these kinds of nights. My body can’t handle it anymore. After all I’m am 26 going on 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-6973430047625946360?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/6973430047625946360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=6973430047625946360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6973430047625946360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6973430047625946360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-getting-too-old-for-this.html' title='I&apos;m getting too old for this'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-773263356784828168</id><published>2006-09-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:27:04.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This hurts me'/><title type='text'>Fall is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I woke up this morning with my comforter over me. I felt a cool breeze flowing through my room and the sun wasn’t out to greet me as it has these past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I guess Fall is officially here which makes me kinda sad because this means less daylight which will make the day seem shorter. Oh and one last thing, my summer vacation is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-773263356784828168?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/773263356784828168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=773263356784828168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/773263356784828168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/773263356784828168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall-is-in-air.html' title='Fall is in the air'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-5983166084039307419</id><published>2006-09-11T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:20:11.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bike nerd'/><title type='text'>I did something bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I picked my scab on my knee today. It’s been over a week and this thing still hasn’t healed. Now that I picked at it, I’m more than sure it’s gonna scar. I’ve got scolded for what I did and I’m kinda regretting that I did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I’ve been instructed not to touch it from this point forward and that’s what I’m gonna do. I hope this thing heals soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-5983166084039307419?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/5983166084039307419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=5983166084039307419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5983166084039307419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/5983166084039307419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-did-something-bad.html' title='I did something bad'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-6190883920557037469</id><published>2006-09-03T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:18:59.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bike nerd'/><title type='text'>My new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I got a new road bike today. With this purchase, I better be riding for a while. It’s a much more serious bike than the previous one I owned.  Meaning it’s harder to ride. I already fell and scraped my knee. Anyway, I’m excited and I hope to put many miles on this bike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I have a ride coming up in October. I’m planning on riding the 55 miler. I’ll let you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&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/22998545-6190883920557037469?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/6190883920557037469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=6190883920557037469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6190883920557037469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/6190883920557037469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-new-ride.html' title='My new ride'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-8673910675780425728</id><published>2006-09-02T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:24:31.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m going out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lightweight Mcgee'/><title type='text'>Don't drink and run</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I went to Pat’s Cocktails last night to see my friend’s band play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As some of you may know I’m now considered a lightweight when it comes to drinking. I had a 22 ounce bottle of Fat Tire and a Bud Light. By the middle of the second beer I was a little intoxicated. I haven’t done that in a while, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On the way back to Melyssa’s car we decided to cross the street not using a sidewalk.  As we were in mid cross a group of guys drove by and started wooing at us. So I wooed back as we were running across the street hoping we wouldn’t get hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I continued to run, when I reached the sidewalk I ran into a electrical box. I then paused and I hear Melyssa’s laughter in the background. All I felt was a shooting stinging sensation on my elbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I’d just like to let you all know I have a pretty good size bruise on my elbow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Moral of the story is don’t drink and run especially when you’re a total klutz like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cindytung/237421437/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/97/237421437_85abf02ef9_m.jpg" alt="day 6" height="213" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-8673910675780425728?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/8673910675780425728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=8673910675780425728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/8673910675780425728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/8673910675780425728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-to-pats-cocktails-last-night-to_02.html' title='Don&apos;t drink and run'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22998545.post-7413353426663978129</id><published>2006-09-01T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:22:25.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bike nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work work work'/><title type='text'>Holiday weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I took the day off work today...let my 4 day weekend officially begin. I’ve already begin to see the lovely holiday traffic. I definitely don’t enjoy that part about long weekends.  Everyone and their mother’s go out of town and clog up the freeways. Why can’t people just stay home and relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As for me I don’t have anything excited planned. Ok, I lied. I do have one very exciting thing happening this weekend. I’m purchasing a new bike. Exciting for me but probably not to anyone else. I’ll let you know how it goes. If you have plans out of town drive safely. Oh and most important don’t drink and drive. I’m super serious about that one. If you get really drunk, call me and I’ll pick your intoxicated ass up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22998545-7413353426663978129?l=cindytung.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/feeds/7413353426663978129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22998545&amp;postID=7413353426663978129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7413353426663978129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22998545/posts/default/7413353426663978129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cindytung.blogspot.com/2006/09/holiday-weekends_01.html' title='Holiday weekends'/><author><name>the tung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04962933022703330881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01104117524625634852'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>