<?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-33903389</id><updated>2011-10-17T12:34:49.404-07:00</updated><category term='Los Angeles'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Service'/><category term='Life'/><category term='News/History'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='School'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>my days</title><subtitle type='html'>"look to this day for it is life, the very life of life, for yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow only a vision, but today WELL LIVED, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and every tomorrow a vision of hope."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-7715657008434914940</id><published>2011-10-17T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:34:49.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNKmBfNLTGE/TpyDRBweWPI/AAAAAAAACpg/52r3i0cWwBY/s1600/funny%2B-%2Bkarma%2Blist%2Bof%2Bpeople%2Byou%2Bmissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNKmBfNLTGE/TpyDRBweWPI/AAAAAAAACpg/52r3i0cWwBY/s320/funny%2B-%2Bkarma%2Blist%2Bof%2Bpeople%2Byou%2Bmissed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664546759878007026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-7715657008434914940?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/7715657008434914940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=7715657008434914940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7715657008434914940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7715657008434914940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-karma.html' title='Dear Karma'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hNKmBfNLTGE/TpyDRBweWPI/AAAAAAAACpg/52r3i0cWwBY/s72-c/funny%2B-%2Bkarma%2Blist%2Bof%2Bpeople%2Byou%2Bmissed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-2174776584916582848</id><published>2008-04-23T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T10:45:13.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News/History'/><title type='text'>What is Politics?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I read this article, "&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/03/19/bush.poll/index.html?iref=newssearch"&gt;Poll: Bush's Popularity Hits New Low&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I received the following in forward email and just had to post it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWD: What is Politics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is Politics?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the head of the family, so call me The President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about that and see if it makes sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father says,"Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy replies, "The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-2174776584916582848?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/2174776584916582848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=2174776584916582848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2174776584916582848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2174776584916582848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-politics.html' title='What is Politics?'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-7033689588254784558</id><published>2008-04-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T14:51:28.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News/History'/><title type='text'>Pollution (or Emission) Permits</title><content type='html'>An article on CNN.com caught my eye, "&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/04/22/smog.death.ap/index.html"&gt;Scientists: Smog Contributes to Premature Death&lt;/a&gt;." Many know that smog and Los Angeles go hand in hand. Rather unfortunate but we all deal with it and go on about our lives. A lot of the smog comes from pollution that is released in the air from large facilities. These facilities have a pollution permit that was issued to them by the government. The government determined the level of pollution that they deemed acceptable and then a permit was issued. These permits can be bought, sold, and traded. If a company decides they don't need their permit, they can sell it off to a company that wants to pollute more than the level the government set for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem of pollution is far from being solved. These tradable permits have not eliminated the problem but have instead given these companies a way to earn more money and create a business out of it. It has slightly helped the situation as companies try to reduce their pollution level to avoid having to purchase another permit. But critics are concerned about the companies that are selling their permits. If they don't need to pollute up to the amount that the government has restricted on them, then why are they given more than needed? It causes some areas of the world to become heavily polluted while others remain somewhat clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other critics believe that imposing a pollution (or emission) tax could solve the problem. A tax might help the pollution level to decrease but the government could face difficulty in setting an absolute pollution limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CNN article may be controversial, but smog and pollution are still bad for the environment. It's important to not forget the health of the world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-7033689588254784558?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/7033689588254784558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=7033689588254784558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7033689588254784558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7033689588254784558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/pollution-or-emission-permits.html' title='Pollution (or Emission) Permits'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-4962739225942696824</id><published>2008-04-21T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:30:41.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>2008 Fireball Run Charity Event - DeLorean and Batmobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, Anh held a charity event at his house. A friend of his was hosting a networking event for the 2008 Fireball Run. I was lucky enough to get to attend the event. I met some great people who had flown in from all over the U.S. to attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event is held in September. Basically, in a nutshell, if invited to attend, you go on a rally for 9 days with your car traveling 3500 miles. The purpose of the event is to find missing children. Each team, which consists of one car, is in charge of one missing child. They hand out fliers at every stop and help spread the word. The rally received quite a bit of publicity through the media which also helped recover some children. To my surprise, many of the children are abducted by their own parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very touching and rewarding to listen to the participants talk about the event. It also gives the participants an opportunity to drive their Lamborghini, Ferrari, DeLorean... Yes, that's right, the De Lorean from "Back to the Future 2" will be going on the rally this year. Last year the Batmobile was in it. Both cars came to the event on Saturday. It was cool, that's an understatement. The rally is actually a "game." One participant compared it to "The Amazing Race." They have clues and can receive extra points for doing certain things. Definitely keeps them on their toes and makes it fun for the participants. I have great respect for them and am excited to see the number of children that will be found through this wonderful event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DeLorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-YFrGRmI/AAAAAAAABpI/QVINyFRUCAE/s1600-h/Delorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-YFrGRmI/AAAAAAAABpI/QVINyFRUCAE/s320/Delorean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191874528988776034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DeLorean and Adam West Batmobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-YFrGRnI/AAAAAAAABpQ/3H1nkC409AA/s1600-h/Adam+West+Batmobile+and+Delorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-YFrGRnI/AAAAAAAABpQ/3H1nkC409AA/s320/Adam+West+Batmobile+and+Delorean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191874528988776050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the DeLorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-ZFrGRoI/AAAAAAAABpY/4XwWXMWqzcU/s1600-h/Marissa+and+Delorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-ZFrGRoI/AAAAAAAABpY/4XwWXMWqzcU/s320/Marissa+and+Delorean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191874546168645250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anh and the DeLorean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-aFrGRpI/AAAAAAAABpg/Mm2R_ZVrYPY/s1600-h/Anh+and+Delorean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-aFrGRpI/AAAAAAAABpg/Mm2R_ZVrYPY/s320/Anh+and+Delorean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191874563348514450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flux Capacitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-alrGRqI/AAAAAAAABpo/AuJBePjiGe0/s1600-h/flux+capacitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-alrGRqI/AAAAAAAABpo/AuJBePjiGe0/s320/flux+capacitor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191874571938449058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-4962739225942696824?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.fireballrun.com/new/index.asp' title='2008 Fireball Run Charity Event - DeLorean and Batmobile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/4962739225942696824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=4962739225942696824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4962739225942696824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4962739225942696824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/2008-fireball-run-charity-event.html' title='2008 Fireball Run Charity Event - DeLorean and Batmobile'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/SA0-YFrGRmI/AAAAAAAABpI/QVINyFRUCAE/s72-c/Delorean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-2434633213312202825</id><published>2008-04-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:34:35.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News/History'/><title type='text'>New Wave of Art</title><content type='html'>When I was growing up, I didn't really like art class being more left brained than right. Well, from the news, I guess there's a new wave of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: The contents of both sites are very controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yaledailynews.com/story.html"&gt;Aliza Shvarts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfweekly.com/2000-02-23/news/public-enema-no-2"&gt;Jonathan Yegge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-2434633213312202825?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/2434633213312202825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=2434633213312202825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2434633213312202825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2434633213312202825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-wave-of-art.html' title='New Wave of Art'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-56155855250651051</id><published>2008-04-18T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:47:32.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tap... No... Flat Water Please</title><content type='html'>The concept of bottled water is a phenomenon to most. Some people are baffled at the idea of spending $1+ for some water. They've done studies on bottled water and some have concluded that bottled water is sometimes no better than the water that leaves our faucets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at a restaurant, your server asks you whether you'd like bottled or tap water. These days, we're all about not looking "cheap" so for appearances alone, some will opt for bottled. Tap can be considered degrading. As for me, as long as the water from the faucet is clean, I'm all for tap. I grew up in Utah where the water is actaully very good. Restaurants have now realized that they don't want their customers feeling lower class so now the term "tap" has changed to "flat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that over time, words we say or things we do regularly, become offensive to people. For example, words that carry gender. It's impolite to call a police officer a policeman. There are other changes such as stewardess to flight attendant, mailman to letter carrier or postal worker, chairman to chairperson or chair, spokesman to spokesperson, anchorman to anchor, wife or husband to spouse, mothering to parenting or nurturing, housewife to homemaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder what "flaw" will be thought of next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-56155855250651051?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/56155855250651051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=56155855250651051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/56155855250651051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/56155855250651051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/tap-no-flat-water-please.html' title='Tap... No... Flat Water Please'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-4227783164281370598</id><published>2008-04-17T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T11:33:20.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News/History'/><title type='text'>McCain and Health Care</title><content type='html'>Today on my drive in to work, I was listening to NPR. Which, by the way, as a kid I couldn't understand why my parents preferred talk radio over music. I thought it was very uncool. Now that I'm all "grown up" (or trying to grow up) listening to the news radio in your car is a great way to catch up on news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, today one of the topics was health care. Clinton and Obama have similar plans with only extreme details that differ whereas McCain's plan couldn't be more opposite. Did you know that there are 47 million people in the U.S. who do NOT have any type of health coverage? Well, I knew it was high but that number caught me off guard. My risk analysis side of me definitely started "freaking out" for lack of better words. Yes, there are some included in that number who opt out because they feel they don't need it or they have the money to live without insurance, but the majority are people who simply cannot afford it. To me, that's a HUGE problem. If someone wants/needs health care, they should be able to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain doesn't think so. Again, shocked, I continued to listen. While I couldn't be more against McCain I thought, I'd really like to hear his reasoning as to why these 47 million people don't matter to him. He said that unlike Clinton and Obama, he doesn't believe in universal health care. Understandable, there are many people who don't. But then he continued, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don’t think that there should be a mandate for every American to have health insurance. I think that one of our goals should be that every American own their own home, but I’m not going to mandate that every American own their own home. I think that every American should have, be available to, an affordable college education. But I’m not going to mandate that every American go to college. I feel the same way about health care. If it’s affordable and available, then it seems to me that again, it’s a matter of choice amongst Americans. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online today and found that these comments were made sometime around October 2007. He proposes a tax credit to families to pay for their health care. But did he honestly have to compare health care to owning a home or going to college?! Where does this guy come from?? He of all people, seeing that he's 71, should understand that college is a luxury. I literally laughed out loud while driving alone in my car. And owning a home? Well Mr. McCain, we are in a housing crisis so comparing the situation to everyone owning a home is probably not the best timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-4227783164281370598?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/4227783164281370598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=4227783164281370598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4227783164281370598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4227783164281370598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/mccain-and-health-care.html' title='McCain and Health Care'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-4131423306971794500</id><published>2008-04-13T20:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:05:36.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Helpful Tips For All You Poopers</title><content type='html'>I wish I could take credit for writing this; unfortunately, it was a forwarded email. Therefore, all credit goes to the lovely Amber for sending this to me. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO POOP AT WORK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been there but don't like to admit it. As much as we try to convince ourselves otherwise, the WORKPOOP is inevitable. For those who hate pooping at work, following is the Survival Guide for taking a dump at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CROP DUSTING:&lt;br /&gt;When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the smell has left your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLY BY:&lt;br /&gt;This is the act of scouting out a bathroom before pooping. Walk in and check for other poopers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCAPEE:&lt;br /&gt;This is a fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or forcing a poop in a stall. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it. Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter it the urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both parties feel uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAILBREAK:&lt;br /&gt;When forcing a poop, several farts slip out at a machine gun pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhea or a hangover. If this should happen, do not panic. Remain in the stall until everyone has left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTESY FLUSH:&lt;br /&gt;The act of flushing the toilet the instant the poop hits the water. This reduces the amount of airtime the poop has to stink up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALK OF SHAME:&lt;br /&gt;Walking from the stall, to the sink, to the door after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts, it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. This very uncomfortable walk can be avoided with the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF THE CLOSET POOPER:&lt;br /&gt;This is a colleague who poops at work and is damn proud of it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooper enter the bathroom with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooper before entering the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POOPING FRIENDS NETWORK (P.F.N):&lt;br /&gt;A group of co-workers who band together to ensure emergency pooping goes off without incident. This group can help you to monitor the whereabouts of the Out Of The Closet Poopers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFE HAVENS:&lt;br /&gt;A Safe Haven is a seldom-used bathroom somewhere in the building where you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the opposite sex. This will reduce the odds of a pooper of your sex entering the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURD BURGLAR:&lt;br /&gt;This is someone who does not realize that you are in the stall and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a poop at work If this occurs, remain in the stall until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMO-COUGH:&lt;br /&gt;A phony cough that alerts all new entrants into the bathroom that you are in a stall is called a Camo-Cough. This can be used to cover-up a WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. The Camo-Cough is very effective when used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAIRE:&lt;br /&gt;An Astaire is a subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd Burglars that you are occupying a stall. This w ill remove all doubt that the stall is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom immediately so the pooper can poop in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATERMELON:&lt;br /&gt;A watermelon is a big poop that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon coming on, create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVANA OMELET:&lt;br /&gt;A case of diarrhea that creates a series of loud splashes in the toilet water. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using a Camo-Cough with an Astaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE TODD:&lt;br /&gt;An Uncle Todd is a bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. This person could spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the pot. An Uncle Todd makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as you should always wait to poop when the bathroom is empty. This benefits you as well as other bathroom attendees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-4131423306971794500?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/4131423306971794500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=4131423306971794500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4131423306971794500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4131423306971794500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/helpful-tips-for-all-you-poopers_13.html' title='Helpful Tips For All You Poopers'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-4471275865336786540</id><published>2008-04-10T14:39:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:43:15.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Thank You For NOT Smoking</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I got a call telling me about a situation that happened at a park. Apparently, there were some teenagers/young adults who were playing on the playground. I'm sure you're wondering WHY they were even playing on the playground... I am too, trust me, don't question too long, I think I've finally come up with an excuse which I'll tell you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's call the person that called me Mary. Mary took her two children, Johnny (2 years old) and Sally (4 years old), to the same park where the teenagers were also "playing." Johnny and Sally were playing with the teenagers and their dog. Everyone was having a great time until one of the teenagers, we'll call her Sarah, pulled out a cigarette and lit up. So if this were a painting on a wall, and you had to explain what was wrong with this "picture," isn't the first thing that comes to mind that there are kids around and this girl is lighting up?! Mary thought so too. (Side note: The city agrees too, that's why they posted NO SMOKING signs at the playground). Mary spoke up, told her she needed to put the cigarette out due to her children being on the playground. Ok, reasonable request, any SANE person would agree. Sarah disagreed, I'm sure in her mind she must be thinking, "Who are you? My Mom??" Actually Sarah, speaking of your mother, didn't she teach you that smoking is bad? Oh, she did? Ok, well didn't she teach you what respect is? Oh, ok, yeah, that is a big word, maybe when you grow up you'll understand when you are disrespected. Yes, learning the hard way is sometimes the only way. Sarah proceeded to get angry at Mary, calling her names and swearing at her in front of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mary proceeds to tell me this story, I'm annoyed at Sarah. Mary says she thinks that she'll be the topic of their conversation for the rest of the day. I say, you know what Mary? Good! If their lives are so boring that all they can talk about is that mean lady with the children at the park then good! I'm glad you gave some spice to their boring lives. Let them talk all they want. I feel bad for them if that really was the case. I feel bad that they lead such uneventful lives. I feel bad that they can find nothing better to do than "play" in a park. Which leads me to my analysis of all this, being a logical person, I had to figure out why this girl was the way she is. My conclusion, that cigarette was weed. She's a young girl trying to be cool, which is why she got into weed in the first place, and then mouthing off to Mary was her way of showing off to the boys she was with. Poor thing. One day Sarah will learn that respect will get you a lot farther than being mean. For her sake, I hope it's sooner than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-4471275865336786540?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/4471275865336786540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=4471275865336786540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4471275865336786540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/4471275865336786540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-smoking-please.html' title='Thank You For NOT Smoking'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-897647545764667806</id><published>2008-04-07T14:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T15:15:24.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Sweeney Todd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anh&lt;/span&gt; took me to Sweeney Todd last Friday at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahmanson&lt;/span&gt; Theatre. We had some of the best seats in the house, center orchestra. The theatre itself was nice besides the seats which were far from comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people watch movies, read books, see plays, eat food, they form opinions based off the best and worst they've experienced. From these opinions, they can not only conclude whether or not they liked it but by how much and why. My opinions for Sweeney Todd came from a scale where the best were masterpieces such as "Les Miserables" and "Phantom of the Opera" to the worst which consisted of some plays I'd seen in grade school. Don't get me wrong, some of the plays I saw in grade school actually rank pretty high. I not only consider talent but I factor in professionalism. When I see a school play, I expect less as most of the performers are inexperienced. When I go to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt; play, I expect to see some of the best talent out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't very many performers in Sweeney Todd. There was no orchestra because the performers were the ones who actually produced all the music. They never changed costumes and the scene had one single backdrop that really wasn't all the pertinent to the play. They had a couple props such as a ladder and a coffin; these weren't taken off stage when not in use but instead just moved to the side. Costumes were simple and the only addition were jackets that were worn to portray death. I had my favorite singers but they all seemed to be comparable in their acting abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to watch the movie yesterday to see how it compared to the musical. I thought the movie was also "good." As far as physical appearances go, some actors in the movie seemed more fitting for their roles than the musical had and visa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette. Maybe it's because I was raised in a family where my parents strongly enforced etiquette, but I find myself critical of others' etiquette. I was always taught that apparel matters. There's a time and a place to dress down; in fact, sometimes overly dressing can be bad. When I was young, going to a special event usually meant dressing up, either nice pants (not jeans) or a dress. I always related it to how "nice" the event was. For example, if it was an orchestra concert held at a nice venue, I'd dress up. I've also added another factor, dressing up is a respect issue. Dressing up at an orchestra concert shows your respect to the musicians. You're implying that their level of talent and the music performed is reason to show your utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often hear the "nice jeans" excuse. In some ways, this is a legitimate excuse but it doesn't always work. Just because you paid $250+ on a pair of jeans doesn't make them become dress pants. Yes, they might be very nice jeans but that's just it, they're still jeans. There's times when it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to still wear your jeans and there's other times where even if you paid $1,000 on those jeans, it's still not appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my point? I was shocked to see how people dressed for Sweeney Todd. Most of the inappropriately dressed were teenagers and younger but isn't that the point? Shouldn't their parents teach them while they are young? What makes them think that they will change their ways when they grow up? Wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; and jeans to a well respected musical is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anh&lt;/span&gt; wore a suit, I wore a dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-897647545764667806?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/897647545764667806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=897647545764667806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/897647545764667806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/897647545764667806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweeney-todd.html' title='Sweeney Todd'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-6475478948777181513</id><published>2008-04-04T10:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:21:34.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Web 2.0</title><content type='html'>I have a very smart boyfriend and have decided, what better than to learn as much as I can from him? He's started teaching me about Web 2.0 (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_2"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_2&lt;/a&gt;). For those of you who know me, you know that the internet is one of my true loves. Learning more about it absolutely fascinates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Web 2.0 is what most of us know as the internet today: social networking, wikis, blogs, social bookmarking... With its growth increasing exponentially, it's causing the interet to expand and become ginormous (yes, that would be giant and enormous combined to equate something very very very big). Most of us today belong to some sort of social networking site: Myspace, Facebook, LinkedIn, hi5, the list goes on and on. Every day these sites expand and grow at a phenomenal rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even noon yet and I've already checked my social networking sites, read some information from wikipedia.com, used tagging to locate a friend online, logged in to meebo.com to chat online, and here I am writing in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Web 2.0.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-6475478948777181513?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/6475478948777181513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=6475478948777181513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/6475478948777181513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/6475478948777181513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/web-20.html' title='Web 2.0'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-1139348050301791165</id><published>2008-04-02T13:31:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:25:15.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Price of Food</title><content type='html'>How much are you willing to pay for a good meal? We all know that paying for food alone is not the way restaurants work. We pay a premium, a hefty one at that, to enjoy a nice meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having moved to LA, I've realized that people here take food more seriously than in my hometown, Salt Lake City. In SLC, spending $40-$50/person for a meal would be considered a nice meal. Out here in LA, it'd be quite a steal to be out the door for that price. It's very typical for a meal to be about $80-$125/person in LA. At first, I was astonished, how could someone spend that much money for two on any one given night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, when I first started dating out here, I was easily and quickly impressed. That lasted for about two months until it no longer phased me. Don't get me wrong, I was still very appreciative to be taken to a nice meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only lived in LA for about 8 months. In this short time, I've come to see why people are willing to pay so much for a good meal. Eating good food out here is a hobby, not an event as it is in my hometown. When you go to a very nice restaurant in SLC, you're either on a date, with your family, or celebrating something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in LA, much of people's conversation revolves around food. Questions are thrown back and forth; what restaurants do you suggest, what kind of food do you like, how was the service at that restaurant, who's the chef, what's the menu like, how much per head, have you read the reviews on that restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of reviews... I am finally trying to convert over to Yelp (verses CitySearch). Anh told me that Yelp is a more reliable source as it is more difficult for someone to leave a bogus review without someone noticing. He is right. Yelp allows you to immediately see information such as who it's from, how many reviews they've left, and what other restaurants they've reviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anh has taken me to many amazing restaurants, we've eaten some great takeout, and had some great food at the farmer's market. Anh started Yelping recently and he's written some great reviews on some of our favorite restaurants. One of our favorite sushi restaurants, Asanebo, happens to have a Michelin star (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelin_guide"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelin_guide&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asanebo (Look for Anh's review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/asanebo-studio-city#hrid:e5Y3vPbcRVgcXNmZHvgZRQ"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz/asanebo-studio-city#hrid:e5Y3vPbcRVgcXNmZHvgZRQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat fish a lot but lately we've been on a pizza craze. Two of our favorites in LA include Pizzeria Mozza and Vito's Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzeria Mozza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/pizzeria-mozza-los-angeles#hrid:Th7HOE43AamkC9BgNS-RPg/query:mozza%20pizzeria"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz/pizzeria-mozza-los-angeles#hrid:Th7HOE43AamkC9BgNS-RPg/query:mozza%20pizzeria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vito's Pizza (Look for Anh's review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/vitos-pizza-los-angeles-2#hrid:oPAlb-JyK9-mj7GFxwG9ow"&gt;http://www.yelp.com/biz/vitos-pizza-los-angeles-2#hrid:oPAlb-JyK9-mj7GFxwG9ow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my favorite place to eat in LA... drum roll please... Anh's house. Anh loves to cook, his friends call him Chef Anh. He loves to throw dinner parties and make extravagant meals. I will post some pictures of some of his dishes later. One of my favorites is his version of Le Bernardin's grilled cheese sandwich. This is how he describes it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"White bread buttered with truffles (different from Le Bernardin) mixed with unsalted buttered and then topped with shaved gruyere cheese and lemon zest. Grilled on a pan so the cheese gets a little melty. Then layered with smoked salmon, whole basil leaves (different from Le Bernardin), and caviar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a regular favorite is Anh's breakfast: eggs and veggies. He's always using all sorts of spices and sauces, most the time their labels are written in other languages that I don't even try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food: Something we can't live without = $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food: Something we appreciate = $$ - $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great food: An experience = priceless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-1139348050301791165?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/1139348050301791165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=1139348050301791165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/1139348050301791165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/1139348050301791165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-much-are-you-willing-to-pay-for.html' title='Price of Food'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-7415904097064116148</id><published>2008-04-01T13:17:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:39:56.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Hawaii - March 20-23, 2008</title><content type='html'>Hawaii was amazing. Now that I've been back for a little while, it seems like a dream that we were even there. We went snorkeling, kayaking, got massages, and relaxed in the sun. We ate some amazing food and I met some amazing people. Most of Anh's friends happen to be surgeons or in the medical field. All very smart and fun people. It was nice to get away from the LA scene. I do love LA, but taking a break is very necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgq1dAuNI/AAAAAAAABo0/7q3hm5A0E0o/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382778820573394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgq1dAuNI/AAAAAAAABo0/7q3hm5A0E0o/s320/IMG_3994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgnFdAuMI/AAAAAAAABos/-efiK0y7AU0/s1600-h/IMG_3996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382714396063938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgnFdAuMI/AAAAAAAABos/-efiK0y7AU0/s320/IMG_3996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382662856456370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgkFdAuLI/AAAAAAAABok/mWKAnQdgI4Q/s320/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgg1dAuKI/AAAAAAAABoc/q-WhtA2nM8g/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382607021881506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgg1dAuKI/AAAAAAAABoc/q-WhtA2nM8g/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and Julie's wedding couldn't have gone better. Before we left to Hawaii, we'd heard weather reports that it was supposed to rain. Then the weather man changed his mind and told us it'd sprinkle. It did sprinkle, the last last day we were there it sprinkled... more like drizzled, for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsal dinner was on the Hyatt property right near the beach. We were literally right next to the ocean. We ate and socialed with the wedding guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgd1dAuJI/AAAAAAAABoU/IcfPW3jDAT8/s1600-h/IMG_4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382555482273938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgd1dAuJI/AAAAAAAABoU/IcfPW3jDAT8/s320/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgbFdAuII/AAAAAAAABoM/8N7ceTYg5so/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382508237633666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgbFdAuII/AAAAAAAABoM/8N7ceTYg5so/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the wedding, which was also at the Hyatt, the ceremony began around 4:00 PM. Mark, who is Asian, had quite a lot of his Aunts there. Typical Asians, they pulled out their cameras and started snapping shots during the ceremony. I found it even more hilarious that they weren't taking pictures of Mark and Julie but rather of their families sitting in the audience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgYVdAuHI/AAAAAAAABoE/zYqQfp-Pt0g/s1600-h/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382460992993394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgYVdAuHI/AAAAAAAABoE/zYqQfp-Pt0g/s320/IMG_4015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgVFdAuGI/AAAAAAAABn8/Fi2NMizCPmw/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382405158418530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgVFdAuGI/AAAAAAAABn8/Fi2NMizCPmw/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgSFdAuFI/AAAAAAAABn0/1QqaxM0Gukk/s1600-h/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382353618810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgSFdAuFI/AAAAAAAABn0/1QqaxM0Gukk/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgPVdAuEI/AAAAAAAABns/p-LtGaWswIw/s1600-h/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382306374170690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgPVdAuEI/AAAAAAAABns/p-LtGaWswIw/s320/IMG_4022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgMldAuDI/AAAAAAAABnk/B0fO8sC_oX4/s1600-h/IMG_4024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382259129530418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgMldAuDI/AAAAAAAABnk/B0fO8sC_oX4/s320/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgJldAuCI/AAAAAAAABnc/gkJtM_rULYE/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382207589922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgJldAuCI/AAAAAAAABnc/gkJtM_rULYE/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgG1dAuBI/AAAAAAAABnU/N00KD1fp8YE/s1600-h/IMG_4026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382160345282578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgG1dAuBI/AAAAAAAABnU/N00KD1fp8YE/s320/IMG_4026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgDldAuAI/AAAAAAAABnM/YeVXgqTX06A/s1600-h/IMG_4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382104510707714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgDldAuAI/AAAAAAAABnM/YeVXgqTX06A/s320/IMG_4028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the reception began, the sun started setting. It couldn't have been more beautiful reflecting off the massive ocean. Afterwards we danced and then went out to the hotel's club to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgBFdAt_I/AAAAAAAABnE/tmdDUoxohNI/s1600-h/IMG_4029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184382061561034738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_KgBFdAt_I/AAAAAAAABnE/tmdDUoxohNI/s320/IMG_4029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kf81dAt-I/AAAAAAAABm8/D78OCyqV8jI/s1600-h/IMG_4035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184381988546590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kf81dAt-I/AAAAAAAABm8/D78OCyqV8jI/s320/IMG_4035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kf5FdAt9I/AAAAAAAABm0/Jl1w6kSxWdM/s1600-h/IMG_4040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184381924122081234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kf5FdAt9I/AAAAAAAABm0/Jl1w6kSxWdM/s320/IMG_4040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-7415904097064116148?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/7415904097064116148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=7415904097064116148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7415904097064116148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/7415904097064116148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/04/hawaii-was-amazing.html' title='Hawaii - March 20-23, 2008'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R_Kgq1dAuNI/AAAAAAAABo0/7q3hm5A0E0o/s72-c/IMG_3994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-2611756056661595479</id><published>2008-03-14T16:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:48:31.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Phasing Out of the Master Cleanse</title><content type='html'>I'm phasing out of the Master Cleanse today. I felt so hungry all morning. All I could think about was food. In my opinion, I think it was because I knew I was going to be eating tonight so the thought of a full meal was very appealing. Haven't had one all week. I decided to break the cleanse earlier than tonight and ate at lunch. I was craving basically anything and settled for eggs. My coworker and I went to a breakfast place, I ordered some egg whites with vegetables. But the urge to get some hashbrowns kicked in... and now I feel sick. I should have known that something so greasy and bad for you wouldn't settle well with me. From this cleanse I've lost seven pounds. But I'm sure it'll be back after I start eating normally again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-2611756056661595479?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/2611756056661595479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=2611756056661595479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2611756056661595479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2611756056661595479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-phasing-out-of-master-cleanse-today.html' title='Phasing Out of the Master Cleanse'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-335090640066678830</id><published>2008-03-12T09:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:48:45.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Update on the Master Cleanse</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I took a break from the Master Cleanse. I know, doesn't make sense to take a break from a cleanse but don't worry, I had my justifications. I resumed the cleanse on Monday. I really don't mind doing the cleanse; however, lunch time at work is very difficult. Sometimes I just sit and watch my coworkers eat while I sip my green tea. If I couldn't smell the food it'd make it a lot easier. Like I said before, I'm not following the cleanse 100%. However, I can still feel the difference in my body. I think next Fall/Winter I will try the cleanse again and do it 100% for the full 10 days. We'll see. It is difficult and can definitely make you anti-social. No group dinners, no going out at night, and basically avoiding any social setting where you might be tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was reminded how different I am today from what I was about a year and a half ago. A very good different in my eyes. I'm very happy with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight more days until Hawaii! I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-335090640066678830?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/335090640066678830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=335090640066678830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/335090640066678830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/335090640066678830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/03/over-weekend-i-took-break-from-master.html' title='Update on the Master Cleanse'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-2780847796252989193</id><published>2008-03-07T10:57:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:48:54.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>The Master Cleanse</title><content type='html'>Back in September, I decided I wanted to do the Master Cleanse. I bought all the products for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thelemonadediet.com"&gt;The Lemonade Diet&lt;/a&gt;. I opted for the Master Cleanse Kit-3 with Cayenne Capsules for about $75. All I had to do was buy the lemons (or limes). The kit came.... and sat in my room for months. Every time I wanted to start the cleanse something came up (such as dinner parties, client luncheons, etc.) Because I had postponed the start date for so long, I actually forgot about it until my friend Ashley mentioned her friend had just gotten off it. I went that evening to purchase a citrus juicer. Yesterday was my first day. It really wasn't hard. The only difficult part was during lunch. Every lunch I go with coworkers. I still went, but just sat and watched them eat. I'm still easing into the cleanse. I have yet to do the laxative tea at bedtime. The first night I was scared because I had eaten so unhealthy that day... then last night, I simply forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, as long as I'm busy, I forget about food because my appetite has actually been suppressed. I take that back... that is a complete lie, lol. In reality, I never &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt; about food because I love to eat so much, I just haven't been as focused on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing this cleanse? I'll be honest, I'm really not doing this to lose weight. Of course, it'd be a nice side effect but I'm more concerned about cleaning my body inside out and starting fresh. I started exercising and eating healthier these past couple of weeks. In the past, when I've cracked down on my health, I've reaped the reward of feeling more energetic. This time around, I have yet to feel that extra energy from living a healthy lifestyle. I'm hoping that after I complete this cleanse, things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master Cleanse is set out to be a 10 day cleanse. If I really put my mind to it, I think I could actually stick to the full 10 days. However, going on a cleanse is not normal for your body, thus going off the cleanse works the same way. You have to be very careful when going back to a normal diet. Because I am going to Hawaii in less than 2 weeks, I am unsure if doing the full 10 days is for me. I want to enjoy Hawaii and eat normally while I'm there. However, If I enjoy the short term benefits of this cleanse, I'm sure I'll do it again and follow it very strictly for the full 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I love the cayenne pills. I wouldn't enjoy the taste of the lemonade if I had to put cayenne directly into the lemonade. When I take the pills, maybe 10 minutes later, I literally feel "all warm and fuzzy inside." But today I made the mistake of taking one, getting distracted and not drinking enough lemonade... my stomache ached and burned for about 10-15 mins. I quickly drank more lemonade and was shortly back to feeling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most difficult tasks of this cleanse is the morning "internal bathing." First thing in the morning you are supposed to drink a quart of luke warm water with 2 teaspoons of special salt. Not only do you feel water logged but the taste is awful. This can be related to when you're swimming in the ocean or lake and you accidentally swallow a mouth full of salty water... The internal bathing water really isn't as salty but the concept remains the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep updating as the days go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-2780847796252989193?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/2780847796252989193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=2780847796252989193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2780847796252989193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2780847796252989193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-in-september-i-decided-i-wanted-to.html' title='The Master Cleanse'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-2552524653443050026</id><published>2008-03-03T11:16:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:43:15.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><title type='text'>Beginning to Blog Again, Moving to Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>When I first opened up an account on blogger.com, I had all intention of diarying my life on a regular basis. Then I got busy, forgot, and now it seems that so many people blog that I feel I better jump back on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Los Angeles on July 30, 2007. My dad, what a sweetheart, drove me down and helped me get settled. I first lived in West LA, with Nicole, in a cute house with a nice backyard. We both moved out November 10, 2007 as the landlord decided to occupy the house with new tenants. I decided to move closer to where I hung out, Hollywood, and now live right near the Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter part of the year, Taelor, Dallas, and Sonia, all came and visited me. I'm looking forward to another visit from both Taelor and Sonia this year as well as a visit from Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made a couple trips back to Utah for holidays and a short trip to Vegas. This year, Anh's taking me to Hawaii, Coachella, and possibly a trip to Napa Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dating Anh back in October. We dated on and off for a couple months and then we decided to make it official in February and are trying out the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. So far it's been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going good. I'm starting to enjoy it much more. The more I learn, the better it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got loads of pictures I need to post. I'll do that later when I have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-2552524653443050026?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/2552524653443050026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=2552524653443050026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2552524653443050026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/2552524653443050026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-first-opened-up-account-on.html' title='Beginning to Blog Again, Moving to Los Angeles'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-5379214851881647774</id><published>2007-05-01T15:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:43:34.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Gradution</title><content type='html'>I finally graduated... ok... well, sort of. In Dallas' words I'm a "grad" not a full blown graduate yet. I've still got three more credits to take and I begin those tomorrow. It'll fly by. I'll officially be done in June. This past weekend was amazing! Friday was such a blast. Friends came out that night and we all celebrated my "grad" status. We first ate at Takashi and then partied all night long. Saturday night we partied again and had a fabulous time at the Mynt. This weekend was the best I'd had with close friends in quite some time. I saw friends I hadn't seen in years and of course the regulars were there. We just had such a GREAT time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was both fabulous and yet emotionally draining. Graduation was enough for me to handle knowing it was really ending and then relationship matters made it worse. A lot of things came into the open that weekend for some odd reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-5379214851881647774?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/5379214851881647774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=5379214851881647774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/5379214851881647774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/5379214851881647774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-finally-graduated.html' title='Gradution'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-116127943015489427</id><published>2006-10-19T10:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:44:23.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Chicmod's Myspace Blog</title><content type='html'>I've updated my blog on myspace. You can see new pics at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/chicmod"&gt;Chicmod's Myspace blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/chicmod"&gt;Chicmod's Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look under my blogs section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-116127943015489427?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/116127943015489427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=116127943015489427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/116127943015489427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/116127943015489427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-updated-my-blog-on-myspace.html' title='Chicmod&apos;s Myspace Blog'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-115833703305506595</id><published>2006-09-15T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:44:51.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Reflection of My Life</title><content type='html'>Upon recent reflection of my life, I have realized that I am achieving all the goals I have set out to accomplish. I will soon need to make new ones and focus on where I want to be a couple years from now. School is nearing an end and I have an offer in place for a company that I have longed to be a part of for a couple of years. These past few weeks I've began doubting if this is for me. I love the company, enjoyed working for them (only for a summer internship), and have grown a passion for what they do. Why am I doubting? Because should things that I've worked for so hard come this easy? Another company contacted me yesterday asking why I hadn't applied for a full-time position with them yet. I was honest and told her my dilemma. She encouraged me to apply. The problem comes in timing. What to do... what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-115833703305506595?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/115833703305506595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=115833703305506595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115833703305506595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115833703305506595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2006/09/upon-recent-reflection-of-my-life-i.html' title='Reflection of My Life'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-115799406631087268</id><published>2006-09-11T09:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:49:49.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News/History'/><title type='text'>5 Year Anniversary of September 11th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is the five year anniversary of that terrible day, 9/11. I hope each of us can take a moment to remember those who died in such innocence. Below are links of the media coverage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/09/11/911.memorials/index.html"&gt;Solemn tributes mark 9/11's fifth anniversary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/11/nyregion/nyregionspecial3/12bushcnd.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;In N.Y. and Around U.S., a Solemn Day to Remember 9/11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/september11/main500249.shtml"&gt;About That 'Hole In The Ground'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/5333646.stm"&gt;US remembers 9/11 five years on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/nation/2006-09-11-sept11-anniversary_x.htm"&gt;Nation stops again to remember 9/11 tragedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May the horror and emotions experienced never be forgotten. There are many people who believe that 9/11 was a conspiracy. Despite this debate, the event still occurred and lives were still lost. What an awful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/September%2011%202001/sunrise.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/September%2011%202001/xbush911.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/September%2011%202001/september_11_2001.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/September%2011%202001/untitled.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-115799406631087268?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/115799406631087268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=115799406631087268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115799406631087268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115799406631087268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-is-five-year-anniversary-of-that.html' title='5 Year Anniversary of September 11th'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-115794130736904514</id><published>2006-09-10T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:47:03.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Friendships Taken For Granted</title><content type='html'>Life can get so frustrating at times. It's an infinite cycle of ups and downs. While the bad times can help you appreciate the good times, they're difficult to get through. After having almost lost a friendship, it's helped me see how glad I am to have fought to keep it in tact. His friendship was taken for granted which is something I'll never do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1694.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's interesting how you can believe that a friendship is on good terms only later to find out that you were being fooled. I recently found out that a "good friend" of mine was telling lies about me. How does one react? I cannot disregard the fact that I did hear these lies through the grapevine; thus, I will not rule out that these lies might be lies. Let me explain the situation in greater detail. When I was dating him, he told me that other girls interested in him would call him and because he liked me, he disregarded them and wouldn't answer their texts or calls. Of course, my naivety overrid my gut instincts and I believed him because I &lt;em&gt;loved &lt;/em&gt;him. (Looking back, I wonder if it really was love... but that is a story for another time). I cared for him and put my entire trust in him only to get slapped in the face for it and face humiliation. Now I hear he's telling his new girl the same thing but about me. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, I am calling him and texting him all the time begging him to come back to me and asking to hang out. I find it ironic because in reality, it's the opposite. When I returned from LA, he asked and begged me to come to his house. He just wanted to "catch up." We did hang out and it was fun to chat like old times but I have not contacted him since. I've got enough drama in my life right now I do not need him back in it. I've decided that I'll just let it go. There's nothing that I can do about it but I know that I am not "begging him to come back to me." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1717.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1711.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1710.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1709.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1708.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1707.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1701.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Dee%20Montanaro%20place/DSCN1692.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right now I'm learning to accept that knowing what the future holds, only time will tell. It's a difficult concept to not know what to do and if you should act on a gut feeling. For the first time in a long while, I'm taking my gut feeling over my logical thinking. I hope that the future has something nice in store for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-115794130736904514?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/115794130736904514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=115794130736904514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115794130736904514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115794130736904514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-can-get-so-frustrating-at-times.html' title='Friendships Taken For Granted'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33903389.post-115748174213089725</id><published>2006-09-05T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T14:47:44.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Returning to Salt Lake City</title><content type='html'>Being back in Utah County has only increased my desire to get back to LA. I loved living there and met some amazing people. I start school today and have one more year left to go before I graduate in Business Finance. I am planning on moving back to LA in July and will be there on a more permanent basis this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I initially left Utah for LA, I left some drama behind. I knew I couldn't run away forever from the drama but I was planning on postponing it until my return. I was excited to start a "new life" in LA drama-free. Wishes don't always come true. I had my transmission fail which was rebuilt, some interesting times with a co-worker, car wreck that totalled my car after being out of the shop for only two weeks, and got strep... which the infection came back two weeks later. On the bright side, I met many great people and made friends, got to go to the beach, confirmed that I love insurance broking, and I finally turned 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I miss the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/mehadley.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Leaving LA, I was sad but happy to leave that drama behind. Coming back to Utah, the drama started after only two days of being here. Ran into some friends I wasn't expecting to see so soon and almost lost a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people in my life that I hold close to my heart, as much as I care for them, they aren't always good for me to be around. The problem is that because I care for them so much, I cannot help but want to be around them. But when I'm away from their presence, I realize how much better off I am without them. It may appear to be ironic to experience such emotions for one person but they are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Chad%20Willie%20house/DSCN1601.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The climax of my most recent drama occurred Saturday night. My friend and I love being around each other but without a doubt, nearly every time we hang out, we fight. Saturday night was one of our worst fights ever. After many tears, it concluded with us ending our friendship. Sunday we chatted for a while and finally worked things out. As much as I hate fighting with him, in a way, some of our fights seem to bring us closer and help us better understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/80s%20nite/c87aa64c2.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Life is good. I'm anxious to see how my classes are. Because I am taking an envelope of classes for my major, I will be with the same people for all five classes. Actually, within the section, we are put into smaller groups of about five people and those are the people I'll be working with all semester long...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss my roommates from last year. One of my girlfriends came and visited me last week. Hopefully I'll see her again soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Chad%20Willie%20house/DSCN1614.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/Chad%20Willie%20house/DSCN1620.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33903389-115748174213089725?l=chicmod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/feeds/115748174213089725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33903389&amp;postID=115748174213089725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115748174213089725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33903389/posts/default/115748174213089725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicmod.blogspot.com/2006/09/being-back-in-utah-county-has-only.html' title='Returning to Salt Lake City'/><author><name>chicmod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18073173574205762690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_KCMl2yWPYvA/R8D36p6Ov2I/AAAAAAAABKM/o9avlpB7GhY/S220/IMG_3707+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/mkm8585/friends/th_mehadley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
