<?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-4143834611875062041</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:37:32.438-08:00</updated><category term='beauty'/><title type='text'>something fresh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4456581685730344392</id><published>2012-01-31T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:37:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few days alone</title><content type='html'>Steve and Sophie went down to San Diego to attend Nick's farewell in the past weekend. I didn't go, because, 1. I don't have money to go 2. I have to work. 3. It doesn't make sense for me to skip work, and have to pay for the plane ticket. I was exhausted from the previous week. I was ready to have a couple days to myself and re-charge my battery--aka, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week, Steve decided to eat a bag of almonds that he found in his backpack. The last time I bought almonds was April of 2011. The almonds were just in a regular sandwich bad, and it sat in his backpack for who knows how long. Needless to say the temperature change makes any food go bad. Apparently that wasn't his concern, he was hungry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I woke up to a puking husband. Puking baby, ok, it's little, easy to clean up. Puking adult! Ew! It was loud, and he couldn't control how loud he vomits. I didn't sleep that night, and I didn't go to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie has been growing 3 little teeth all at once, and I've been waking up couple times a night. Still, i manage to look some what decent and show up at work the next day. Hey, someone's got to bring home the dough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Friday, all I could think about is my weekend by myself. After dropping off the big baby and the little baby at the airport and sent them off to San Diego, I went home and cleaned the house. Then went to the most blissful thing a physically, and emotionally exhausted girl could ask for--90 min massage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want it to end at all, but all things must have an end. My massage therapist said my energy is almost none to existence, and she did some energy work on me to make me feel better. I went home and took a long bath in the clean quiet house. My gosh, this is all I need to feel better. Just a nice break, massage, reiki, essential oil, and a nice bath. I've already starting to feel better in mid bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked time is a must when you are alone. For those of you know me knows my opinion on clothes--why wear anything when you can be naked? So free! A robe is all you need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still tired, but starting to feel my energy to come back, and little more like myself. For some reason I loose myself in the midst of being a mom, a wife, and a Marketing Specialist. I try to do yoga twice a week to keep my zen... oh yoga. How I am going to live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time comes, and I was super hungry. I couldn't decide if I want to go out and buy something to eat, or just make what I have in the house. I was short on a couple things, so I went grocery shopping. Came home, and I make a Garlic shrimp, tomato, butter, onion, and lemon zest angel hair for myself. It was the best decision I could ever made that night. Way better choice than a breakfast burrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ORLtEyJP4/Tyh6yNoDvgI/AAAAAAAADk0/HzltCJ-e-KM/s1600/1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ORLtEyJP4/Tyh6yNoDvgI/AAAAAAAADk0/HzltCJ-e-KM/s320/1306.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some Tylenol PM to ease the soreness from the deep tissue massage, and to ensure that I sleep through the night. Since my body is so used to getting up in the middle of the night to feed Sophie. Woke up at 4AM still, but went back to sleep till 9:30am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pure bliss~!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what sleep can do for you. My skin even seems happier :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4456581685730344392?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4456581685730344392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4456581685730344392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4456581685730344392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4456581685730344392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2012/01/few-days-alone.html' title='Few days alone'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m2ORLtEyJP4/Tyh6yNoDvgI/AAAAAAAADk0/HzltCJ-e-KM/s72-c/1306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3166112206304289581</id><published>2012-01-18T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T12:12:42.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stationery card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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But please do not call me the day of and ask me if I could attend this emergency last minute meeting at 4:30pm. This is twice in a row! I work full-time to support my family; I am a mother, and a wife. I go to work at 8:30 in the morning, and sometimes I don't get home till 6PM. I hope you can understand why I kindly declined your invitation to a church meeting at 4:30pm today. Not everyone is a stay home mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"Unless  we set goals, we risk roaming through life without ever really  accomplishing anything meaningful. It can be easy to get caught up in  the pace of life and the immediacy of issues and never really plan our  lives." ~Boyd K. Packard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4726465586126185193?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4726465586126185193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4726465586126185193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4726465586126185193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4726465586126185193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2012/01/plan-your-work-and-work-your-plan.html' title='Plan your work, and work your plan'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6263496709772306596</id><published>2011-12-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:28:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday Miss Sophie</title><content type='html'>We had a party for Sophie, and lots of close friends and family came! We celebrated the birthday of one of the most friendly, and most loving little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdlF_yIu9N4/TuWUpCVnOpI/AAAAAAAADiM/5m8plTKeuqM/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdlF_yIu9N4/TuWUpCVnOpI/AAAAAAAADiM/5m8plTKeuqM/s400/IMG_0992.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday sweet baby girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, the Chinese family will have a huge party when their baby turns one. Everyone will gather around and have dinner. The parents, grandparents, friends and family will bring gold, red envelopes (yes, like the ones in Chinese new year) and other gifts to the 1 year old who's having the birthday. The gold usually come in different shapes and size, and each will mean something cool. The parents of the birthday baby will give out red sweet bun that shapes like a turtle, and it'll usually have green bean or red bean paste in it. I can't remember what it all means, but usually it is related to bringing luck. (since it's red. Chinese believes that Red is the most lucky color) And I think the turtle represents living a long healthy live, since turtles lives for a long time. Oh, and turtles are also very wise. Not sure where that came from, but hey, sounds cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 抓周. It basically means grabbing the year one. So what happens is that we put down several items, and each item will represent an occupation. We put Sophie in the middle of the room, an whatever she picks, it'll be her future career per se. All in all, it's just keeping up with my Chinese heritage, and it was just fun. Sophie picked the hair brush, which represents a career in hair styling. Whatever she picks, we'll support.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z05cyqoJ8o0/TuWc_jp651I/AAAAAAAADjU/UM7_8W-mDBw/s1600/IMG_0976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z05cyqoJ8o0/TuWc_jp651I/AAAAAAAADjU/UM7_8W-mDBw/s320/IMG_0976.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie doing 抓周&amp;nbsp; picking her future career.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of having the super traditional Chinese 1 year old party, I decided to make mini cupcakes and crepes. Not to say that I don't like making Chinese food, it's just that it takes a long time to make Chinese food, and I kinda like the idea of my house smelling like awesome cupcakes and crepes. The strawberry cupcakes were a hit, everybody commented on the frosting being delish. I gotta brag about it, cuz i am kinda proud of making such fresh tasting strawberry frosting. We can't have cupcakes without chocolate frosting either, so i switched up the recipe, and kinda whip up one with my own twist. The secret ingredient is coffee extract, it brings out the flavor of the chocolate in cakes, cookies, and of course frosting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDPCTVHYoOk/TuWWjGDojRI/AAAAAAAADjM/KOfrqlpVBMQ/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tDPCTVHYoOk/TuWWjGDojRI/AAAAAAAADjM/KOfrqlpVBMQ/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRivZfe8pYc/TuWVAvXAYFI/AAAAAAAADi0/9uxR3tGf010/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRivZfe8pYc/TuWVAvXAYFI/AAAAAAAADi0/9uxR3tGf010/s320/IMG_0990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie and her favorite Jeff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh, when Jeff opened the door, Sophie jumped up and ran towards Jeff and wanted him to pick her up. It was super cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKoh7Z4yzsI/TuWU4tbicrI/AAAAAAAADiU/0bgJDmG59NA/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RE5as8_Gf0/TuWVC1UKZRI/AAAAAAAADi8/7Fd0Ijb6kK4/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2RE5as8_Gf0/TuWVC1UKZRI/AAAAAAAADi8/7Fd0Ijb6kK4/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary and Tina came too!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSEsH2ASMys/TuWU6aaQD9I/AAAAAAAADic/rGazzXb9deg/s1600/IMG_0975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSEsH2ASMys/TuWU6aaQD9I/AAAAAAAADic/rGazzXb9deg/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone watching Sophie choose her future career&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRWq-s5ca9w/TuWU8AfaR0I/AAAAAAAADik/ep0LqfnaURQ/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mRWq-s5ca9w/TuWU8AfaR0I/AAAAAAAADik/ep0LqfnaURQ/s320/IMG_0980.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how she opens her presents. She stands on it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G89zw6leFJ0/TuWU-Qlr_UI/AAAAAAAADis/KNhtyyIHCOc/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G89zw6leFJ0/TuWU-Qlr_UI/AAAAAAAADis/KNhtyyIHCOc/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and grandpa got Sophie the crazy bug that makes lots of noise. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all that came! We are so lucky to have you with us, and thank you for letting us share this special 1st birthday with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6263496709772306596?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6263496709772306596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6263496709772306596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6263496709772306596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6263496709772306596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-first-birthday-miss-sophie.html' title='Happy First Birthday Miss Sophie'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdlF_yIu9N4/TuWUpCVnOpI/AAAAAAAADiM/5m8plTKeuqM/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3731690304746919481</id><published>2011-11-21T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:39:50.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want For Christmas -- Back fired</title><content type='html'>All I wanted for Christmas, is to have all of Sophie's teeth -- all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was challenging, little miss Sophie is growing 4 teeth all at once. They haven't cut through yet, so it's a bit painful for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have wished it sooo hard for all of her teeth all at once. I thought if they come all at once, then I'll be able to sleep. Can I take my wish back now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3731690304746919481?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3731690304746919481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3731690304746919481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3731690304746919481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3731690304746919481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-back-fired.html' title='All I want For Christmas -- Back fired'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5365485206855314217</id><published>2011-11-17T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:28:33.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals for 2011</title><content type='html'>One of my goal for 2011 was to be able to do a head stand in yoga. Guess what?!?! I did it!!&amp;nbsp; now i am working on hand stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set a goal, and work towards it, you'll be amazed what you can achieve. Don't under estimate you abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/233101841_n8NJyitv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/233101841_n8NJyitv_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5365485206855314217?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5365485206855314217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5365485206855314217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5365485206855314217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5365485206855314217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/11/goals-for-2011.html' title='Goals for 2011'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2679706798203421900</id><published>2011-11-09T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:42:00.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! From Miss Sophie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUM__m0mx4/TrrhJn4dsfI/AAAAAAAADhQ/QY9QOOuT39s/s1600/388591_10100191399720399_17801687_44117422_1310014040_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUM__m0mx4/TrrhJn4dsfI/AAAAAAAADhQ/QY9QOOuT39s/s320/388591_10100191399720399_17801687_44117422_1310014040_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd like to say HI! to everyone, and let everybody know what's going on with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have 4 little teeth, 2 on top, and 2 on the bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can run, and I run pretty fast, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love to giggle at my mommy and daddy's silly games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can give hugs, and wrap my arms around your neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can wave goodbye, and blow kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like the rice thing my mommy makes for me, and I like to climb on my daddy's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My parents are kinda nuts sometimes, but I love snuggling with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLtyVIi7UaM/Trrh1LekigI/AAAAAAAADhY/A0uKjKN87TA/s1600/314938_10100191399870099_17801687_44117423_172637728_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BLtyVIi7UaM/Trrh1LekigI/AAAAAAAADhY/A0uKjKN87TA/s400/314938_10100191399870099_17801687_44117423_172637728_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mommy likes to put funny wigs on me, I didn't mind too much, since it makes her smile. I thought I looked pretty good too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDrUthytTS0/Trrh8VNXOFI/AAAAAAAADhg/LGK8aJzbtog/s1600/320047_780251040434_193308541_36853042_1863953213_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDrUthytTS0/Trrh8VNXOFI/AAAAAAAADhg/LGK8aJzbtog/s400/320047_780251040434_193308541_36853042_1863953213_n.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mommy likes to spoil me with awesome boots.... and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjz_6GPFWxg/TrrklLD1WuI/AAAAAAAADhw/pty4f8jcyJo/s1600/380410_791172937864_193300683_36947111_832754914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mjz_6GPFWxg/TrrklLD1WuI/AAAAAAAADhw/pty4f8jcyJo/s320/380410_791172937864_193300683_36947111_832754914_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mommy and daddy loves me very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUjz8H40p5k/TrriPlzHPOI/AAAAAAAADho/DP0vQKkHQPE/s1600/i-qPGG4S8-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUjz8H40p5k/TrriPlzHPOI/AAAAAAAADho/DP0vQKkHQPE/s400/i-qPGG4S8-L.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2679706798203421900?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2679706798203421900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2679706798203421900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2679706798203421900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2679706798203421900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-from-miss-sophie.html' title='Hello! From Miss Sophie'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbUM__m0mx4/TrrhJn4dsfI/AAAAAAAADhQ/QY9QOOuT39s/s72-c/388591_10100191399720399_17801687_44117422_1310014040_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8112240002441300133</id><published>2011-10-31T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:11:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu Busy</title><content type='html'>Hi Friends, or whoever reads my blog. Does anyone besides my husband read my blog anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it's so cool to be able to travel for work, and stay in a hotel, and go to meetings. After last week, I have adjusted my thoughts on that. I think I like my own bed better. Although having someone make your bed every day seems like a really neat idea, but living out of the suitcases in the past week was quite exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am here sitting in my hotel room... again. 2 more freaking days till the meeting/trainings over. Sophie and Steve left this morning. Sophie is much happier when she is home sleeping in her own bed. She is so comfortable that she had pooped 5 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get home tomorrow, and sleep in my own bed. I don't care if I have to drive up the the meeting again on wednesday... I need to be with my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo with the people that I work with. We all worked our @$$ off for the convention, and we are so glad it's over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9RTJeA0C8g/Tq9jBLUU4xI/AAAAAAAADhI/eYbfIdRfBfo/s1600/4eaca67a-cd9c-4b7e-afff-375c0ac0ce06" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9RTJeA0C8g/Tq9jBLUU4xI/AAAAAAAADhI/eYbfIdRfBfo/s640/4eaca67a-cd9c-4b7e-afff-375c0ac0ce06" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8112240002441300133?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8112240002441300133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8112240002441300133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8112240002441300133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8112240002441300133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/10/nu-busy.html' title='Nu Busy'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K9RTJeA0C8g/Tq9jBLUU4xI/AAAAAAAADhI/eYbfIdRfBfo/s72-c/4eaca67a-cd9c-4b7e-afff-375c0ac0ce06' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5913868427006865235</id><published>2011-10-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:53:09.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16 2011</title><content type='html'>One of my friend was out of town, and needed someone to help conduct the music during the sacrament meeting. I volunteered! I think this is the first time we ever sat in the pew in this ward. We have a baby, so in the past 10 months, we've been sitting in the back of the chapel, try not to disturb other people. Sophie was doing pretty good in one of the front pew with Steve. I think we are ready to sit in the pews now. We can have the whole section to ourselves, and Sophie has more room to roam. Except when she sneak past my legs, and started running away. Not kidding, she runs! Let me stress this again, she is 10 months old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie made new friends quickly with an older couple sitting behind us. She gives the sweetest smiles, and jabbers with the cutest little voice. She even tried to give the old man her favorite bincky (passie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the talks today was about being parents, and that we have the duty to lead and guide our children with righteousness. Every family is different, and the way each set of parents teaches in different ways. I can't remember the exact quote, but the speaker made the connection of hiking on a trail and ending up at the same place. When you are on the trail with a group of people, you'll see different sets of foot print on the ground. Each is unique, and no one took the same steps. Some walked on the mud, some walked on the grass, some stepped on the stone but all were going to the same destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked that quote, i should ask her for it. Just hearing some one saying that out loud made me realzed that I am not doing anything wrong with the way I raise my baby and the way I run my family. It works for us, and this is who we are. It's okay to be different than other people, and it is so nice to hear someone say that. We don't have to do everything the same as other people, there's no specific "have-to's". I do however, would like a copy of the family proclamation hang up in my house. That's on my to-do list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplest thing will make life easier. It will work, and it will always work. When we are lazy and not read our scriptures or prayers, crap happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a lot to learn in life. I am glad there's&amp;nbsp; Yoga class and Milka chocolate to get me through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I have accomplished my 2011 goal!! I can do a head stand! Next goal, the head stand without someone spotting/using the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5913868427006865235?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5913868427006865235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5913868427006865235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5913868427006865235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5913868427006865235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-16-2011.html' title='October 16 2011'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-355250704778827091</id><published>2011-09-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:13:40.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Angels</title><content type='html'>Grandpa Brewerton was asking for my conversion story. 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line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Two Angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving to the United States was one of the most exciting changes in my life; everything is so new and foreign. I was excited to learn the new language, and make new friends. I never expect things would happen the way they did, but everything happened for a reason. Now I know that some changes are good, and I am grateful for the life and spiritual experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember it was May of 1997; the afternoon was beautiful in Southern California. All the leaves and flowers are blooming outside. We had been in the U.S. for about five months at this point, and life hasn’t been easy. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It was such a hard adjustment, and the language barrier made it even harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother grew up as a Christian, so were my mother’s parents. I recall the stories my mother would tell me, about the her experiences at Mount Olive Camp in Taiwan. She had so much fun singing all the youth hymns, and learned much of our savior Jesus Christ. She wanted me to have the same experience, and get to know our savior. So, she would sing me songs about angels, and taught me how to pray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was a small child, my mother would tell me to say my prayers every night, so I can one day become a sweet angel. I listened to her, and I would kneel by my bed and ask God for a pair of angel wings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On this particular afternoon, my mother seemed exhausted. My father decided to leave us shortly after we moved to the US, so there is only my mother, my brother, and me. My mother called us in to the kitchen, and asked my brother and me to kneel down with her for a prayer. The kitchen had a 1970 mustard color linoleum floor, and we did what our mother asked us to do. I was 12, and Kevin was 5. We held hands as our mother commence her prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t remember the exact words, but I recalled that she asked God for two angels.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just one angel, but we needed two angels to help us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next afternoon, someone knocked on our doors. My mom opened the door, and she gasped “Angels!” I was a little confused to why she said that, until I came to the door. Two very tall Caucasian guys wearing white shirts, with golden blond hair and blue eyes were standing in front of our house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The afternoon sunlight happened to hit their hair, and made them look like they had halos. They looked just like the angels in the movies! The only thing they did not have was the huge white wings on their backs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;These two guys introduced themselves as “Elders” from The Church of Jesus Christ of Letter-day Saints, and they’d like she share the gospel of Jesus Christ with us. My mom was so happy and shocked at the same time, but our English wasn’t good enough to communicate with them. Also that they are actually Spanish speaking missionary doesn’t help either. They did somehow managed to tell us (in Chinese, which they memorized) that they have friends that can speak Chinese, and if they could come visit us tomorrow. We said “YES!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they promised, Elder Chase and Elder Webb came by the next day. We had discussions, and learned all the lessons. We were baptized couple weeks later. My mother was able to go to the L.A. temple a year later, and Elder Webb whom baptized us was able to go with her. Elder Webb was also there when my mother and I received our patriarchal blessing. He had such a tender soul, and gets teary very easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mother was remarried in 2003, and our family was sealed together in the Salt Lake Temple in 2005. Elder Webb and his wife were able to attend our sealing, and it was a fabulous experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;3 short years later, I am also married in the San Diego temple to my sweetheart, and we now have the cutest little baby girl. I am so grateful for the gospel, and the blessing s it brings us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God answered my mother’s prayer, and he sent his angels to us. We are so grateful for the “angels” all over the world that are serving the mission. Without the missionaries, we would never be able to have all the things we know right now. Our lives would be so different, and not as fulfilling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am grateful for the missionaries, and families that support them to serve a mission. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you all so much for your sacrifice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-355250704778827091?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/355250704778827091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=355250704778827091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/355250704778827091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/355250704778827091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/09/2-angels.html' title='2 Angels'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-15665364758279923</id><published>2011-09-25T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:19:02.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up for the past couple months</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie is 9 moths, and she walks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a job back at my old department at Nu Skin, while Steve plays Mr.mom for a while.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food storage was awesome when we were unemployed.&amp;nbsp; ( DO IT!! have a food storage!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My crazy habit of saving money here, and there is sooo rediculously crazy. I felt like a chipmunk saving nuts for winter. But it's fabulous! you never know when you'll need it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a very humbling experience that we qualified for government aids. ( I never wanted to be helped by anyone, and having to use government aid made me feel ashamed that I wasn't self sufficient.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Over all, it was a good experience to have. I've learned that it is okay to receive help from other people. My bishop said, " It gives other people a chance to serve you, and receive blessings"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve found out that babies are in a better mood if you feed them enough food, and water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve realized how much I do in the house after being a stay-home dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve and I appreciate and love each other more as we journey this experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am far from perfect, and I am very prideful. ( In the sense that I want to do everything myself.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve was able to snuggle with Sophie more. I love seeing her snuggle with him, and watch football on TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've learned that it doesn't matter what other people do, say or&amp;nbsp; have. It matters what Steve and I do, say and have together. Other people's opinion don't matter. It's our life, and it's our journey. No one knows how to live our lives better than ourselves. What worked for others might not work for us, and what work for us might not work for others. To each their own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful for the gospel, and know that family is forever. I think about my aunt who passed away earlier this year from cancer all the time, and I think of our friend Danny and his surviving family often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a great husband who loves me, and tolerate my every imperfection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a funny and happy baby who gives me hugs and licks my face... and sometimes falls asleep on my face with her tiny body across my face, in my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful to all that I have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful to have the opportunity to go to college and further my education, and grateful for times like this, that I could go back to work and support my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh, and Sophie says:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nei nei (boobs/milk in chinese)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MA!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ah!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here are some videos of Sophie in the past couple months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zeG4m5EjyxY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZCyr2zLjmhg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-15665364758279923?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/15665364758279923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=15665364758279923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/15665364758279923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/15665364758279923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/09/catch-up-for-past-couple-months.html' title='catch up for the past couple months'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zeG4m5EjyxY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2976943292408818460</id><published>2011-07-13T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T16:11:25.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We were in the biggest sand storm in Arizona last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While this was happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://visualnews.columnfivemedia.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/haboob-in-Pheonx.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://visualnews.columnfivemedia.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/haboob-in-Pheonx.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were sitting in Olive Garden having family dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently it was one of the biggest sand storm in the history of Arizona, and we were so lucky to experience such great event. Not~ Everything was covered in dirt, and the pool was gross the next day. The hotel had to close the lazy river for a day to clean it. Nonetheless, it was really fun to see what happeneds inside of a sand storm. Although I am still hating on that idiot who kept on opening the door to see the outside, while everyone still trying to eat inside of the restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to see everyone, and being in a such wonderful resort. It was really hot, but I kinda got used to it. Most of the time we were in the pool anyway, so it wasn't all that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We hung out with the fam for the week. This is what we did mostly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sU25Pyj7oxQ/Th6BOPNHkVI/AAAAAAAADf4/0EZJRBEN72g/s1600/DSC_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sU25Pyj7oxQ/Th6BOPNHkVI/AAAAAAAADf4/0EZJRBEN72g/s400/DSC_0738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie wasn't sure about everyone at first, but she warmed up quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAOjBm6OQXI/Th6BQurGbvI/AAAAAAAADf8/_sSHpWKPF5c/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MAOjBm6OQXI/Th6BQurGbvI/AAAAAAAADf8/_sSHpWKPF5c/s400/DSC_0751.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie looks super cute in her swimming outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne2zQELZPec/Th6BSJclwsI/AAAAAAAADgA/8keDc0tl2pU/s1600/DSC_0762.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne2zQELZPec/Th6BSJclwsI/AAAAAAAADgA/8keDc0tl2pU/s400/DSC_0762.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkwSJ6HtPIs/Th6BT2RfqqI/AAAAAAAADgE/qtym6rlg36A/s1600/DSC_0764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NkwSJ6HtPIs/Th6BT2RfqqI/AAAAAAAADgE/qtym6rlg36A/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ_NMOBFo9s/Th6BWHI8rMI/AAAAAAAADgI/wbyGXAJxq98/s1600/DSC_0799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZ_NMOBFo9s/Th6BWHI8rMI/AAAAAAAADgI/wbyGXAJxq98/s400/DSC_0799.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lOm3KgYXI/Th6BY45egrI/AAAAAAAADgM/UbWt1aruK-s/s1600/IMG_0807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D4lOm3KgYXI/Th6BY45egrI/AAAAAAAADgM/UbWt1aruK-s/s400/IMG_0807.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaRNvGDc0oQ/Th6BbsQKCGI/AAAAAAAADgQ/IOvBH8ID_xE/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XaRNvGDc0oQ/Th6BbsQKCGI/AAAAAAAADgQ/IOvBH8ID_xE/s400/IMG_0813.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1bLwUFheK9s/Th6Be3P10VI/AAAAAAAADgU/iwzt-fJmfsw/s1600/IMG_0815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1bLwUFheK9s/Th6Be3P10VI/AAAAAAAADgU/iwzt-fJmfsw/s400/IMG_0815.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She just wants to jump in all the time. 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Here is what is really happening before she produce a decent photo of me. Hey ! I am cute, and I am the first baby. Mommy just likes to put me on her bed and take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between mommy trying to figure out her ISO, shutter speed, aperture, white balance, and whatever else she needs to work on... and still need to figure out... This is what I go through each photo shoot with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBXBty__AwY/TfbsMt1bLgI/AAAAAAAADfc/nRaCp9eLt_U/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBXBty__AwY/TfbsMt1bLgI/AAAAAAAADfc/nRaCp9eLt_U/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;aperture too small&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7E300Ble7A/TfbsIoHltpI/AAAAAAAADfY/_cZQtOQXIsM/s1600/DSC_0252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7E300Ble7A/TfbsIoHltpI/AAAAAAAADfY/_cZQtOQXIsM/s320/DSC_0252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mommy accidentally used the flash... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxPEJPkKEFg/TfbsPg8HSRI/AAAAAAAADfg/YGndI9eQFYI/s1600/DSC_0260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxPEJPkKEFg/TfbsPg8HSRI/AAAAAAAADfg/YGndI9eQFYI/s320/DSC_0260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I smiled, but mommy suck at framing the photo on time&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yUWgJf5t44/TfbsSdgboXI/AAAAAAAADfk/L3j84CwxE5M/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8yUWgJf5t44/TfbsSdgboXI/AAAAAAAADfk/L3j84CwxE5M/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it was really funny that she got so frustrated with her camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjAVANnkCtI/TfbsVgHVRhI/AAAAAAAADfo/VHv7FsZdVlI/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KjAVANnkCtI/TfbsVgHVRhI/AAAAAAAADfo/VHv7FsZdVlI/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I moved so much that my head band is falling down&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mp1PW4Fskno/TfbsXmxLOqI/AAAAAAAADfs/H5um_CDbDG8/s1600/DSC_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mp1PW4Fskno/TfbsXmxLOqI/AAAAAAAADfs/H5um_CDbDG8/s320/DSC_0269.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;OKAY~!!!!! Now it's on my face! Are we done yet????&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8iCRuVJuqR8/Tfbsa5GO7GI/AAAAAAAADfw/HjB5ZrpBz3w/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8iCRuVJuqR8/Tfbsa5GO7GI/AAAAAAAADfw/HjB5ZrpBz3w/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy put the head band back, and I was trying to grab the camera to show her how it works.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUW0FDKOLG0/TfbseGb-U5I/AAAAAAAADf0/Ec1DP72-E00/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUW0FDKOLG0/TfbseGb-U5I/AAAAAAAADf0/Ec1DP72-E00/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Total melt down. Okay, we are done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My mommy takes a lot of effort to take good photos, but I just want to show you what it takes to get to that one good photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5113084079878022675?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5113084079878022675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5113084079878022675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5113084079878022675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5113084079878022675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/06/back-scene-photo-shoot.html' title='back the scene photo shoot'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nBXBty__AwY/TfbsMt1bLgI/AAAAAAAADfc/nRaCp9eLt_U/s72-c/DSC_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3210007479084888422</id><published>2011-06-09T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:35:30.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provo Gallery Stroll</title><content type='html'>When an event is free and fun, we are there ! I had some fun taking photos, and who knows when I'll actually sit down and edit these photos.... so I have decided to just upload them. Better than no photos at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9CHHWotxeA/TfGq64sniNI/AAAAAAAADes/q9N9JXDobv4/s1600/DSC_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9CHHWotxeA/TfGq64sniNI/AAAAAAAADes/q9N9JXDobv4/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChEdFVXavLY/TfGq87SHEEI/AAAAAAAADew/dd5Jws1ApN4/s1600/DSC_0534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ChEdFVXavLY/TfGq87SHEEI/AAAAAAAADew/dd5Jws1ApN4/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgUo0Hh4-wk/TfGq-sPAItI/AAAAAAAADe0/9tR-7iBPua4/s1600/DSC_0560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgUo0Hh4-wk/TfGq-sPAItI/AAAAAAAADe0/9tR-7iBPua4/s320/DSC_0560.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAOKlaKe58/TfGrAZF44LI/AAAAAAAADe4/N3_cZnSDZQc/s1600/DSC_0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfAOKlaKe58/TfGrAZF44LI/AAAAAAAADe4/N3_cZnSDZQc/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJREPWtuFa4/TfGrCRm15kI/AAAAAAAADe8/b4tmp0FyGyM/s1600/DSC_0573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OJREPWtuFa4/TfGrCRm15kI/AAAAAAAADe8/b4tmp0FyGyM/s320/DSC_0573.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYITEap8Kq4/TfGrEGjHIkI/AAAAAAAADfA/k3shZFVq7xs/s1600/DSC_0579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYITEap8Kq4/TfGrEGjHIkI/AAAAAAAADfA/k3shZFVq7xs/s320/DSC_0579.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steve wants this car&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhH4MNErnEc/TfGrGCuBmPI/AAAAAAAADfE/3XQAxG-N4Q8/s1600/DSC_0596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VhH4MNErnEc/TfGrGCuBmPI/AAAAAAAADfE/3XQAxG-N4Q8/s320/DSC_0596.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waite.... There is not a single picture of me in this!!! Babe, It's your turn to take photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3210007479084888422?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3210007479084888422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3210007479084888422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3210007479084888422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3210007479084888422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/06/provo-gallery-stroll.html' title='Provo Gallery Stroll'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9CHHWotxeA/TfGq64sniNI/AAAAAAAADes/q9N9JXDobv4/s72-c/DSC_0526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2935458271763229445</id><published>2011-06-07T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:37:15.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked like a tard, but SHE is pretty funny</title><content type='html'>The funny word of the day--Bah~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="273" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gN1NkRZm07w" width="448"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2935458271763229445?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2935458271763229445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2935458271763229445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2935458271763229445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2935458271763229445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-looked-like-tard-but-she-is-pretty.html' title='I looked like a tard, but SHE is pretty funny'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gN1NkRZm07w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8176400323886924654</id><published>2011-05-28T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:03:34.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for these things</title><content type='html'>Life is funny sometimes, and we have no idea what God has planned for us. I know if we just keep on doing what we are suppose to do and follow his commandments, He will bless us and help us get through whatever hardship we might have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My hard working husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My Baby girl who has so much personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMG6_21YSk/TeHTZwmEKcI/AAAAAAAADeg/PVTwyHf_xeM/s1600/2011Apr28_lunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMG6_21YSk/TeHTZwmEKcI/AAAAAAAADeg/PVTwyHf_xeM/s320/2011Apr28_lunch.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8CwX7f4aD0/TeHTaE5fGHI/AAAAAAAADek/6suWv58XyRk/s1600/2011Apr28-lunch_MG_1514.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8CwX7f4aD0/TeHTaE5fGHI/AAAAAAAADek/6suWv58XyRk/s320/2011Apr28-lunch_MG_1514.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTTkUCwh_z0/TeHTakW1EGI/AAAAAAAADeo/7v76ym4Qk8E/s1600/2011Apr28-lunch_MG_1515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JTTkUCwh_z0/TeHTakW1EGI/AAAAAAAADeo/7v76ym4Qk8E/s320/2011Apr28-lunch_MG_1515.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. A roof over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A place to have hot showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Nice set of sheets ( people, buy high thread count sheets, they last longer, and it feels sooo nice to sleep in them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My ability to be able to find whatever ingredients I have in my house and make a meal out of it. ( i.e. Bacon, eggs, onion +&amp;nbsp;spaghetti&amp;nbsp;= Spaghetti&amp;nbsp;carbonara&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. WIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. A chance to serve others and still feel that I am some what useful and contributing to the society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Finding humor in daily events&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nzl5wIeZOTw" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8176400323886924654?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8176400323886924654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8176400323886924654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8176400323886924654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8176400323886924654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/05/grateful-for-these-things.html' title='Grateful for these things'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QGMG6_21YSk/TeHTZwmEKcI/AAAAAAAADeg/PVTwyHf_xeM/s72-c/2011Apr28_lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7447472603351885024</id><published>2011-05-11T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:28:16.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Korean Family</title><content type='html'>My bishop asked me if I could help out this new family that just moved to the US about a month ago, and befriend them. I said, "sure! no problem". The catch is that they don't speak much English. For some reason my bishop thought Chinese and Korean are similar language. Until I informed him that it is two separate languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little Korean family consisted of the mom, we just called her Sis. So, and her 3 kids. I baked some chocolate chip cookies and went over to give it to them. They were so happy to just have someone come over to their house! The kids were all so excited. The next day, the mom and the 3 kids came over and brought Korean meat patty for us. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to know them a little better when they were over. Given the language barrier, we were still able to understand each other with tremendous amount of body language, and google translator =^.^= The oldest daughter actually can communicate quite well in English, so that helps alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Korean family reminded me a lot of my family when we first moved to the US. It was very nice to have friends. I remember feeling unwanted and lonely when I first got to America, and i don't want them to feel what I felt years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGq3Lj_KVrU/Tcw_gMJEOuI/AAAAAAAADec/tJMFCz2cCxQ/s1600/n1665797330_257395_5208864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGq3Lj_KVrU/Tcw_gMJEOuI/AAAAAAAADec/tJMFCz2cCxQ/s400/n1665797330_257395_5208864.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1997, I was 12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the following Sunday, sister So bore her testimony. She google translated what she was going to say, and print it off. At the end of her testimony, she said that she's so grateful for friends, and heavenly father sent her angels to be her friends. "...sopie family is out angel..." She was looking for us on the podium. It was so sweet of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given our current circumstance, it is quite nice to know that we can still help out other people. When we are serving other people, we forget about our own troubles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7447472603351885024?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7447472603351885024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7447472603351885024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7447472603351885024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7447472603351885024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/05/korean-family.html' title='The Korean Family'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGq3Lj_KVrU/Tcw_gMJEOuI/AAAAAAAADec/tJMFCz2cCxQ/s72-c/n1665797330_257395_5208864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2366301504829788032</id><published>2011-05-05T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:58:16.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 Months</title><content type='html'>Sophie can sit up now! She can roll herself to wherever she rolls herself to... usually to the TV and she likes to get into the DVDs. She can grab things and put them in her mouth. . She likes to say " ahhhh" when she wakes up. She is very energetic. (i.e. LOUD) Most of all, she's a mama's girl. She likes to cuddle with her mama, and letting mama read to her. Surprisingly, she really likes books. She quiets down, and listen =^.^= We need to get more books from the library for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is growing up so quickly. We are so blessed to have her in our lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCEOsZLKBfk/TcLkHD_ILNI/AAAAAAAADeE/9XP-WDVFpIo/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT6h_6i2VZ8/TcLkJpFkizI/AAAAAAAADeI/Qaa97CW80mo/s1600/DSC_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT6h_6i2VZ8/TcLkJpFkizI/AAAAAAAADeI/Qaa97CW80mo/s400/DSC_0316.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy baby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bee Onesie is from "&lt;a href="http://www.baileybabydesign.com/Bailey_Baby_Design/bailey_baby_design.html"&gt;bailey baby design&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cE_weUkVoHQ/TcLkLqVlp0I/AAAAAAAADeM/fY20d2_095w/s1600/DSC_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cE_weUkVoHQ/TcLkLqVlp0I/AAAAAAAADeM/fY20d2_095w/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tries to grab the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0CLw1He6nE/TcLkN9tLK3I/AAAAAAAADeQ/h1V_C2XIN0A/s1600/DSC_0332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2366301504829788032?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2366301504829788032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2366301504829788032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2366301504829788032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2366301504829788032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-5-months.html' title='Happy 5 Months'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GT6h_6i2VZ8/TcLkJpFkizI/AAAAAAAADeI/Qaa97CW80mo/s72-c/DSC_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2433009857344561249</id><published>2011-04-26T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:23:14.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Drank Water Today?</title><content type='html'>H2O! 55%~78% of our body is made with water, and all the cells need water to function. So, is it important that we hydrate ourselves? You bet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water makes your skin look more supple and kissable. Who doesn't want good looking skin? Water will give your skin the healthy look it deserves from inside out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people would complain that they have headaches, sometimes it just means that your brain needs some water. Try it, it works. You are dehydrated! Your cells and every fiber of your body is craving for water! Stop drinking sugary soda, juices, vitamin water and etc. The free plain o'water is the magical solution your body needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and water flushes out excess salt and sugar that we absolutely do not need any more of in our body. Next time you eat something, check the label and see how much sodium is in your food. You would be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other day I was craving for Mac n' Cheese. ( One of my weaknesses) It has a silo full of sodium in it. Okay, I am exaggerating. But it does has way too much sodium. The next day, I looked like a cute frog that sucked in too much helium. Indeed, I was bloated. Thank goodness tap water is free where I live, and i really love my Britta Water Filter. It makes my water taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink your water, it makes your pretty and feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2433009857344561249?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2433009857344561249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2433009857344561249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2433009857344561249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2433009857344561249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-drink-water-today.html' title='Have You Drank Water Today?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-9151836166782940995</id><published>2011-04-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:23:16.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Dull Looking Skin?</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that your skin has been looking kinda dull lately? You are not alone. Guess what? The season is changing, and your skin needs to be pampered. Come on gals, (and guys) who wouldn't want a facial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the harsh winter, going outside for the blistering cold and staying home with blasted heat, your skin is just so beat up.The top layer of your skin has a thick build up of dead skin, hence the dull look. It needs some spring cleaning and be scrubbed and polished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite product to use to get rid of the dead skin are as followed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;TimeWise Microdermabrasion Set from Mary Kay&amp;nbsp; $55&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/images/PWS_US/030037_WBox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://www.marykay.com/images/PWS_US/030037_WBox.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this set because the beads are circular and it doesn't scratch your skin, and it lasts for a long time. You only need a dime size each time you use it, and your skin is super polished and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it gets rid of all that dead skin, and it helped to reduce wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/07/70/43/10/0007704310562_300X300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/07/70/43/10/0007704310562_300X300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Ives Apricot Scrubb-- $3 @ Walmart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have alot of money in college, but I still needed to look good so I could go on those dates with the boys. $3 is something I can find from my laundry baskets, and it's a nice huge tube. It does a good job on getting your skin smooth, but the downside is that it's a bit scratchy if you are not careful. So get the sensitive skin kind, and it does it wonders.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar and Olive oil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I visited my aunt in Italy, she told me one of the beauty secret of Italian women. They use olive oil on their skin! Mix 1/2 cup of sugar with 2 table spoon of olive oil, there you have the inexpensive and widely accessible natures scrub. I haven't try to use it on my face, since olive oil is a bit heavy, but I do use it on my hands and feet. The&amp;nbsp; sugar scrub makes your skin feel AMAZING! Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-9151836166782940995?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/9151836166782940995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=9151836166782940995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9151836166782940995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9151836166782940995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/04/dull-looking-skin.html' title='Dull Looking Skin?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1388898307776371853</id><published>2011-03-30T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:54:13.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What mothers do to their children</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-dLh0nMStA/TZP6ZC1TegI/AAAAAAAADdw/LsqnrSXhMAU/s1600/188471_666597433174_193300683_36057331_8363326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-dLh0nMStA/TZP6ZC1TegI/AAAAAAAADdw/LsqnrSXhMAU/s320/188471_666597433174_193300683_36057331_8363326_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how we show we love each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JMukZUpOoE/TZP6ZvFBNRI/AAAAAAAADd0/bgVkaycV8TA/s1600/192627_668417894954_193300683_36085536_6702024_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4JMukZUpOoE/TZP6ZvFBNRI/AAAAAAAADd0/bgVkaycV8TA/s320/192627_668417894954_193300683_36085536_6702024_o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not event fliching&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1bIfmLNghQ/TZP6an1Km6I/AAAAAAAADd4/ddVvWlYR5YQ/s1600/210487_705363201264_193300683_36100864_2171163_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1bIfmLNghQ/TZP6an1Km6I/AAAAAAAADd4/ddVvWlYR5YQ/s320/210487_705363201264_193300683_36100864_2171163_o.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rogaine... anyone?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LynXLrEJT-4/TZP6bjzL2OI/AAAAAAAADd8/7xyP6eYOiQE/s1600/Chinese+leprechaune.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LynXLrEJT-4/TZP6bjzL2OI/AAAAAAAADd8/7xyP6eYOiQE/s320/Chinese+leprechaune.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy St. Patricks day from my little Chinese Leprechaun &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-1388898307776371853?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1388898307776371853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=1388898307776371853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1388898307776371853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1388898307776371853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-mothers-do-to-their-children.html' title='What mothers do to their children'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N-dLh0nMStA/TZP6ZC1TegI/AAAAAAAADdw/LsqnrSXhMAU/s72-c/188471_666597433174_193300683_36057331_8363326_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8070220628344666517</id><published>2011-03-30T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:50:15.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy March Madness</title><content type='html'>The month of March has been so crazy for our little family. Couple big things that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 funerals and lost 2 love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Darlene who fought a glorious battle with cancer, and finally was able to leave all the pain behind, and go see our heavenly father. She will be missed dearly!! And aunty, we'll take care of uncle, and make sure he showers =^.^= and eats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u44GIdDB9yo/TZP2YCmUUyI/AAAAAAAADdo/-c862Rkbs0Q/s1600/n193300683_33193451_8638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u44GIdDB9yo/TZP2YCmUUyI/AAAAAAAADdo/-c862Rkbs0Q/s400/n193300683_33193451_8638.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve's best pal, Danny, who was tragically killed in a car accident. A newborn daughter, and widow wife are in our thoughts and prayers. Life is is full of unexpected surprises, and I know our father in heaven has his plan. We might not know why everything happened the way it did, but he has a greater plan for each and every single one of us. He knows what's best for us. I know that we are here on earth to have a body and experience all things humanly possible. We are here to be tested, and we have agency to choose the way we return to our father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to Danny~! Even though in this photo you were touching my husband in places you shouldn't, I am still going to miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHhEFceTYf8/TZP4iu_976I/AAAAAAAADds/E9U180c5wJQ/s1600/6575_582444910504_193300683_33701867_1449882_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fHhEFceTYf8/TZP4iu_976I/AAAAAAAADds/E9U180c5wJQ/s400/6575_582444910504_193300683_33701867_1449882_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your love ones you love them every day, and any time you want to. Say it even more often than you say it now. Let them know how you feel. Don't hold grudges, forgive those who have wrong you. Most of the time, those who have wrong you have already forgotten what they have done. If you don't forgive them, then you are carrying this unnecessary burden of remembrance of what they have done wrong. You are only eating yourself away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a choice. Choose to be happy and positive. Life is too short to live miserably. If you don't like something in your life, don't complain! Do something about it!! If you are not going to do anything about it, then don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find good in everything you do, and in everyone. You will be happier. I promise. Give yourself a smile, cuz you deserve it. Love yourself more every day, so you can have more love to love everyone around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8070220628344666517?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8070220628344666517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8070220628344666517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8070220628344666517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8070220628344666517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/03/crazy-march-madness.html' title='Crazy March Madness'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u44GIdDB9yo/TZP2YCmUUyI/AAAAAAAADdo/-c862Rkbs0Q/s72-c/n193300683_33193451_8638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6121604994696695394</id><published>2011-02-27T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T14:00:27.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby massage/Colic baby</title><content type='html'>So far, Sophie has been pretty good. She doesn't usually have, you know, one of those non sense screaming cries. When she wakes up, she might shed a couple tears, cuz she's confused. But once she's fully awake, all you see is big smiles and little giggles. (still waiting for the big giggles..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, she was having a hard time. I think her tummy was a bit gassy, and i guess it just built up throughout the day. She's fine and fairly happy from the moment she wakes up, till evening. Right before Steve comes home, she'd start crying. By the time Steve gets home, Sophie is going nuts. I felt really bad, cuz Steve doesn't get to see the happy Sophie I see throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/public/10IkOAVnwTLjVzyLysAt8N_2S_Zpz_to_9yDjNsAZGmppxUgQLB0amxPPYAXFXAbFsfTLEWJPIR0-tkQ7CclPuQp906aty9zYaijf8EOUlzUizF8NrXnOcdH6a-BzFE5b42vqjErJw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/public/10IkOAVnwTLjVzyLysAt8N_2S_Zpz_to_9yDjNsAZGmppxUgQLB0amxPPYAXFXAbFsfTLEWJPIR0-tkQ7CclPuQp906aty9zYaijf8EOUlzUizF8NrXnOcdH6a-BzFE5b42vqjErJw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remedy? Gripe water! It sure helped! And since Sophie has been crying so hard and so frequently, her back actually had so much knots in it. I massaged her back, and her tummy. She seems to enjoy it. Then again, when she was in my belly, she'd push her butt against my belly when I was getting a preggo massage. She sure is her mama's girl. We like massages =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I continued to give her little back rubs to get rid of the knots in her back. She hasn't shriek since. So yay for massage! No more colic baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6121604994696695394?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6121604994696695394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6121604994696695394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6121604994696695394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6121604994696695394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/02/baby-massagecolic-baby.html' title='Baby massage/Colic baby'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-155919894085318390</id><published>2011-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:25:10.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Decision</title><content type='html'>If you grew up in a family like mine, you'd mostly likely to become super independent with good work ethics. Since my parents didn't have much, anything I want, I'll have to work and save up for it. I don't remember a day without having a job since the age of 12... It was very hard for me to say goodbye to a company that I loved working for, and the people that I respect and loved working with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to return to work after Sophie's born, I liked working, I liked being able to offer what I have in my brain, I like the life style, I like wearing my business outfits and high heels, and feel important. Steve always wanted me to be a stay home mom, and I do like the idea, but I just can't seem to give up my work. We debated back and forth so many times, and one day he just said, " you are not allowed to work". But I kept on resisting him about returning to work. It was just a constant battle for the past couple weeks. I even found a day care for Sophie... and I HATED it!! I am not gonna go into the details of what I saw and felt at the day care, but I want to raise my little girl. I don't want someone else get to see all of her firsts, and sent me a text/pic. I want to BE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home after visiting the daycare facility, I was rocking Sophie to sleep in her room. I just feel like shit. Tears streaming down my face, and I kept on saying " Sophie, I am very sorry that I have to sent you to a day care.: Every time I thought about her in those stupid cribs at the daycare, I became even more emotional. Even though the daycare director said the student/teacher ratio is 1/4, I just can't imagine when Sophie is crying, and no one is picking her up because they might be short staffed. They don't know if she just wanted to be held, if she is sick, or hungry. They can't possibly know what each baby needs to the detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I made the best decision. Steve knows how to break my well protected too-independent-whatever-that is of me. He grab my shoulder and made me looked into his eyes, he asked me " Do you really want to work? Or would you like to stay home with Sophie?" More tears came out of my eyes, I said, " home, with Sophie." He said, " Then stop worrying about anything else, we'll make it work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I have a husband who supports me, and able to let me stay home with our baby. I went back to my office to take of some last things, did my exit interview, and realized that a lot of women does not have the privilege of being a stay-home-mom. How lucky and bless I am to have this privilege to stay home with my baby?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, how can you leave this baby at a day care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she so cute? I can always work later, but I won't have a "later" of Sophie. I want to be there for everything. I brought her into this world, I will take good care of her, and not put her in a day care. She's mine to love, to snuggle, to hug, to comfort, and anything else she needs me to do. I have found myself another lover, I can't imaging my life without her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SX55_-lbU3M/TWM5ssLEB0I/AAAAAAAADdY/VxAjUNHhJjs/s1600/2+months-sophie-baby.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SX55_-lbU3M/TWM5ssLEB0I/AAAAAAAADdY/VxAjUNHhJjs/s400/2+months-sophie-baby.png" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And thanks so my hard working hubby, thank you for bringing home the dough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-155919894085318390?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/155919894085318390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=155919894085318390' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/155919894085318390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/155919894085318390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-decision.html' title='Best Decision'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SX55_-lbU3M/TWM5ssLEB0I/AAAAAAAADdY/VxAjUNHhJjs/s72-c/2+months-sophie-baby.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7350368690186140048</id><published>2011-02-08T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:13:47.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a blessed day</title><content type='html'>2/6/2010 Sophie was blessed at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI8uQUZc-I/AAAAAAAADcw/cor9G42IesM/s1600/DSC_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI8uQUZc-I/AAAAAAAADcw/cor9G42IesM/s400/DSC_0919.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie with all the bless-er s &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI80fhd9qI/AAAAAAAADc0/pzNWs9SYmX0/s1600/DSC_0931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI80fhd9qI/AAAAAAAADc0/pzNWs9SYmX0/s400/DSC_0931.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With both sides of the family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI86D3hdzI/AAAAAAAADc4/pNxrZMCWPww/s1600/DSC_0937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI86D3hdzI/AAAAAAAADc4/pNxrZMCWPww/s400/DSC_0937.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just us... she's kinda cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9AEJEbII/AAAAAAAADc8/7nfoRERNXR8/s1600/DSC_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9AEJEbII/AAAAAAAADc8/7nfoRERNXR8/s400/DSC_0941.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the Petersons family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI-LBkEkUI/AAAAAAAADdM/n0zNFEY-TCs/s1600/DSC_0947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI-LBkEkUI/AAAAAAAADdM/n0zNFEY-TCs/s400/DSC_0947.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Hsu/Aw family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9KHVJJTI/AAAAAAAADdE/YPg434y3bQI/s1600/DSC_0951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9KHVJJTI/AAAAAAAADdE/YPg434y3bQI/s400/DSC_0951.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9Pe8mlUI/AAAAAAAADdI/5oBacU6oOl4/s1600/DSC_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI9Pe8mlUI/AAAAAAAADdI/5oBacU6oOl4/s400/DSC_0958.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7350368690186140048?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7350368690186140048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7350368690186140048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7350368690186140048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7350368690186140048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-blessed-day.html' title='what a blessed day'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TVI8uQUZc-I/AAAAAAAADcw/cor9G42IesM/s72-c/DSC_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-720240447031939164</id><published>2011-01-07T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T05:05:16.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My b-day</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for my family and friends! I feel so loved!! My birthday started out with lots of love from my baby girl, she only woke up twice to eat, and a diaper change..... and a spit-up shower from her at 5 AM. Calls from my BFFs, and voice mail from families telling me how much they love me. Girls from work took me out to lunch, and about 10 of them came!! I was surprised&amp;nbsp; that people would actually do that for me. I feel special~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma called, but I was asleep, so she left a message. She rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis in law Stef called, and I was so happy to hear from her =^.^= And little Chloe talking to me on the phone is one of the funniest thing ever. She even sang ABC... not sure if she's got all the letters in there, but she's full of love. And I am so glad Stef is feeling loads better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws called, and they all sang happy birthday to me, and my little sis in law sang the most awesome harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom even called~! she usually doesn't call on my birthday, but this year she did. Usually I call her on my birthday to remind her it's my birthday, and reminding her how painful it was to give birth to me. Since she always complains about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby came home with pretty pink roses =^.^= and the Hoops and YoYo card ( I am obsessed with those cards, and i've been getting them for almost every occasion from Steve) He even got me some Pad Seew (Thai noddle dish that I love) for dinner. Since it's hard to go out to dinner with Sophie right now... we stayed home. Steve took the baby and let me have some Jenn time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the next week or two, Steve and I will go celebrate my b-day at Tucanos... Since we got the birthday discount of buy one get one free, and it's too expensive to go there without the discount... it's kinda expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some b-day calls, b-day cards, b-day presents from everyone. It's kinda nice~! I really do felt special =^.^= it was a great day! Guess what?!? I am gonna celebrate my 26th birthday all month long! Why not? it's my birhday. And borrowing&amp;nbsp; what my bff Cindy would say, " I do what I want".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me! You know what this means? In just 4 short years, I will have my 30th birthday fiesta with mariachie band, fish tacos, pinata and invite all my friends over for a fun party!! Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-720240447031939164?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/720240447031939164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=720240447031939164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/720240447031939164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/720240447031939164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-b-day.html' title='My b-day'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6525315919165882050</id><published>2011-01-04T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:42:01.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 month Sophie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1389.snc4/164149_10150127312928825_603163824_7571959_8171290_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1389.snc4/164149_10150127312928825_603163824_7571959_8171290_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken by dav.d&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.daviddanielsphotography.com/blog/2011/01/baby-sophies-photo-shoot-a-preview/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1615606098"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1615606099"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6525315919165882050?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6525315919165882050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6525315919165882050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6525315919165882050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6525315919165882050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-1-month-sophie.html' title='Happy 1 month Sophie!'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6019816392389458233</id><published>2010-12-31T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:33:50.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of My Day</title><content type='html'>Sophie just hit her 4 weeks mark yesterday! Time has gone by pretty quickly in the past 4 weeks with her making her big arrival, the holidays, and everything else in between. I am just so in love with my little girl, and I think she is pretty awesome! Besides having but rash, and that would make anyone uncomfortable. I'd cry much more if I had a butt rash the size of hers. My baby girl is so brave, and I seriously cried with her the nights she was up, because she was in pain. I wished I couldn't just take her pain away. It breaks my heart seeing her hurting, and there's not much I could do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for my relationship with my heavenly father, I know that no matter what, he will always be there, and would never fail me. I know that when I say my prayers, he is listening. I am so grateful that he has entrusted a spirit like Sophie to me and Steve. More so, I am grateful that he has blessed us with a great baby like Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I were just discussing this the other day, we seriously don't know how people do it by themselves. It is a lot of work having a baby, and being pregnant and giving birth is actually the easy part of it. All the doctors visits, feeding and diaper changing in the odd hours of the day, and not sleeping. I have help from Steve and my mom, and I am still exhausted. How does any woman handle of having a baby on their own without the help of their spouse? You can only get so much help from family and friends, then you'll have to do it on your own.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful to have Steve, and he is so good to me and the baby. I can't ask anything more than a husband like him. He loves me, takes care of me, and he works super hard to make sure that we are being taken care of. ( Shout out to my boop! I LOVE YOU!!... I know you will be reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my day is hanging out with my baby girl, and when she gives me the biggest smile. All the pain that I went through during the pregnancy, birthing pain, and postpartum pain was all worth that smile on her sweet little face. I don't care how many poopy diapers I will have to change, and how tired I get. That smile, oh yes, that smile on her face-- It is all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6019816392389458233?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6019816392389458233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6019816392389458233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6019816392389458233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6019816392389458233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/12/best-part-of-my-day.html' title='The Best Part of My Day'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-499056874314728101</id><published>2010-12-05T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:12:25.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama bear instinct</title><content type='html'>New mama bear (like me) can be very protective of her new born baby. If you do anything remotely provocative and makes me think you will hurt my baby... I will show you the side of Jenn you would never want to see. Ever~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACKGROUND STORY:&lt;br /&gt;The morning after we came home with our baby, it was quiet, Steve was by our baby, I was eating breakfast at the dinning table, my mom was on the couch reading, and it was a perfect serene morning. All of the sudden, there was a fast and hard knock on the door, as if someone died kind of door knocking. Steve looked out, and it was our next door neighbor. We thought something was wrong, so Steve opened the door. The neighbor lady barged in without invitation (didn't even take off her shoes, but that's not the point), walked straight towards my baby, and yelled " Where is she? I want to see her". I felt myself shaking,&amp;nbsp; getting warmer, and ready to charge at this lady with all of my strength. I was absolutely furious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I don't know her that well. Second, I don't know if she has any disease (she looks like the witch in the front cover of the 1st Fablehaven book) even if it's just a cold. Third, why is she in my house??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID42329/images/Fablehaven.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID42329/images/Fablehaven.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have been this upset before, I said, " DON'T TOUCH HER! LEAVE! LEAVE NOW!!!" I was about to throw my chair at this lady, and strangle her. This lady then said, " oh, I just want to see her" (still with a loud disturbing voice, and standing in my middle of my house with her freakin' shoes on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, " NO! Leave NOW!" I was so mad to a point that I was shaking, and I felt like charging at her and hurt her. She apologized,&amp;nbsp; and explained that she just want to see the baby, but I didn't care. We didn't invite her in at all, she just barged in. And I really don't want her near my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story.... I don't know, I might have over reacted a little, I was a total bitch and barked at her, but she really scared me. All I was thinking was that " OMG, a witch looking women, with cricket yellow teeth is approaching my new born, and she might take my new baby. I will kill if necessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if this were to happen to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-499056874314728101?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/499056874314728101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=499056874314728101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/499056874314728101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/499056874314728101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-mama-bear-like-me-can-be-very.html' title='mama bear instinct'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1127908339911433054</id><published>2010-11-22T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:30:55.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaving my head</title><content type='html'>It was nice to go see HP7 with my Steve last weekend =^.^= We haven't been to movies for a while, and it was just nice going on a date before the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen one of those St. Jude Children's Hospital commercials? "Give Thanks" one? I don't know what it is about it, but it has always touch my heart. However, this past weekend, it hit me harder than usual. I was in tears by the time the commercial was done. There were images of little children who were sick, and hooked up with machines and IVs in their arms. And then a baby girl ( about 4 or 5 yrs old) who was sick, and lost all of her hair. This girls mom shaved her head as well. When I saw that, hot tears just roll down my cheeks like lava coming out of a erupted volcano. I tried not to let Steve see it, cuz I felt silly. But I guess he felt the same way. Probably not as emotional as I am. ( I still got preggo hormones in me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing worse than seeing your own child suffer. If my baby girl is sick, I would totally shave my whole head. So she wouldn't feel alone being bald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donate today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tg.stjude.org/video?bcpid=617224733001&amp;amp;bctid=680241406001"&gt;http://www.tg.stjude.org/video?bcpid=617224733001&amp;amp;bctid=680241406001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-1127908339911433054?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1127908339911433054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=1127908339911433054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1127908339911433054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1127908339911433054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/11/shaving-my-head.html' title='Shaving my head'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2381773905897380188</id><published>2010-11-12T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:03:15.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you ask me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Butter and Sugar. Use the real thing when you are baking or making food with it. Don’t use the fake margarine. The food just tastes weird. Don’t cut corner with sweet treats by using apple sauce , less sugar or add more flour. Just make it by following the recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;There is nothing wrong eating butter and sugar, and it’s okay to have those in your diet. Just don’t eat a pound of éclair, or a dozen cookies at once. That will make you unhealthy of course. Why French women aren’t fat, when all of the French food is made with butter? Because they enjoy and savor their food. They eat one piece of high quality of dark chocolate, instead of having 10 chocolate candy bars (i.e. snickers )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Please don’t substitute butter with apple sauce when making cookies, trust me, it doesn’t turn out, and it tastes terrible. If you gonna have cookies, éclairs, fruit tarts, chocolate mousse and etc. Have the real thing, enjoy the food, and really appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2381773905897380188?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2381773905897380188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2381773905897380188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2381773905897380188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2381773905897380188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-ask-me.html' title='If you ask me..'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3141924867368974596</id><published>2010-11-11T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:18:10.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>37 weeks</title><content type='html'>18 more days till my due date. I can't hardly wait.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to walk, it hurts to turn in the bed... It's hard to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are swollen, and it hurts to bend.. they look like sausage links&lt;br /&gt;My toes are swollen too.. feet swollen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't complain too much, because the swelling just starting to happen about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for the glider chair my husband build for me and my baby. It is the most comfortable chair in the house right now. I was so exhausted yesterday, and I actually fell asleep on it while reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I a grateful for my massage therapist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 weeks preggo... and I wasn't wearing pants, so Steve only showed my top. I am retaining all that fluids... gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNxlEDoBtYI/AAAAAAAADb4/OBNHf0RTr3c/s1600/37+weeks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNxlEDoBtYI/AAAAAAAADb4/OBNHf0RTr3c/s320/37+weeks.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3141924867368974596?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3141924867368974596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3141924867368974596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3141924867368974596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3141924867368974596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/11/37-weeks.html' title='37 weeks'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNxlEDoBtYI/AAAAAAAADb4/OBNHf0RTr3c/s72-c/37+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8715627982870870681</id><published>2010-11-05T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:03:39.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah... Halloween</title><content type='html'>I was a Devil Egg, Steve was a Salmon sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNR_Mow4h5I/AAAAAAAADb0/oTtVq06f16g/s1600/Devil+egg+sushi.+jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNR_Mow4h5I/AAAAAAAADb0/oTtVq06f16g/s320/Devil+egg+sushi.+jpg.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8715627982870870681?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8715627982870870681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8715627982870870681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8715627982870870681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8715627982870870681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-yeah-halloween.html' title='oh yeah... Halloween'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TNR_Mow4h5I/AAAAAAAADb0/oTtVq06f16g/s72-c/Devil+egg+sushi.+jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6513525050947079483</id><published>2010-10-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:21:46.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is Too Much: Soda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times New Roman";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The past week has been interesting; I have been going from meetings to meetings all week long. Needless to say, the week has past by very quickly for me. The project I am currently working on involves meeting with the scientists and lawyers. I can tell you that I have learned more about biology, chemistry, and communication law more than I would ever had in college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is nice to be in the same room as all these experts, and be able to ask them questions and get straight answers. One thing that was intriguing to me was the myth about having to drink 8 glass of water a day. The scientist indicated that most human body requires 2000 cc of water a day, but it doesn’t limit from obtaining water from drinking it. The water can come from the food you eat, for example: fruits. If you are not dehydrated, you don’t need to drink 8 glasses of water, it’ll make you swell up. However, most people are dehydrated these days, hence we need to take in more water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know some people drink coffee of caffeinated soda to stay awake during the day? And then these people will have consume more to maintain the same buzz they get from these caffeinated drinks? What I have gathered from the discussion is that caffeine does not give you energy, it’s the sugar that does. What is energy? It is essentially calories. Sugar has calories, and 1 can (12Oz.) of regular Dr. Pepper has 40 grams of sugar, which converts to 150 calories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caffeine on the other hand, does not give you energy. It is a stimulant that makes people go hay wired in their brain.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And ahhhhh….. But what about the 5 hour energy thing? I’ll ask my scientist friends about that later, since it claims that it only has 5 calories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally, I don’t drink much soda. Maybe it’s because my mother has ingrained the idea of drinking soda is bad for your body, and too much sugar makes your skin ugly. (Some Chinese myth I guess) My mom is not the only one that tells me that, even my uncle (who’s Chinese also) said too much soda could prevent your body absorbing calcium, and it weakens your bone. I will have to research more about that. Although I have read somewhere on parenting about children obesity, cavity problems, bone structure issues relating to soda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is nothing wrong for drinking soda, I drink soda when I have greasy food. But not 32oz., you know, one of those giant mugs, by 10am in the morning. More soda by lunch, and then 3pm hits, more soda, and then even more soda by dinner time. Think about it 12 oz of regular Dr. Pepper has 150 calories, 32 oz in the morning. You do the math, that is a lot of empty calories that you do not need. So, where does all the extra calories/pounds go? Your waist, thigh, mid section, under your chin and etc. Why are American are comparably heavier than the rest of the world? Excess soda is part of the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6513525050947079483?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6513525050947079483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6513525050947079483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6513525050947079483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6513525050947079483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-too-much-soda.html' title='How Much is Too Much: Soda.'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7461857895418523758</id><published>2010-10-22T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:29:51.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you read before you go to bed?</title><content type='html'>One thing that my mother taught me that I actually still do on my own is, give myself homework, even if I am not in school. So my homework has been reading as many English book as I can. I don't force myself to HAVE TO finish a book by certain time, but just to be able to finish a book. I think that's a good goal, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is my second language, and the only time I read was to prepare for school exams. Those are kinda boring. Although I loved my English class in high school, which 3 out of the 4 required English class I took was with one of my mostly favorite teacher, Mr. Thune. (his younger brother is a US senate, John Thune). I wished other kids would appreciate for all the hard work Mr. Thune put in teaching kids like me, who speaks English as a second language. It's not easy explaining why this rule works here, but not there. We break almost every single rule in the English language. For someone who is learning English, it can be frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between regular school work, sports, and show choir, I didn't have much time to read as leisure. I wasn't able to enjoy the book most American kids were enjoying. At that time, I had to look up many words in the book, which can be distracting from the story, and very discouraging on my part. I guess time does its tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating college, I finally had time to just read for fun. Not for school, not for exams. Just read, and immerse myself in another world from the works of the author. The first book I actually read from cover to cover without skipping was the Twilight series. (com'on, Edward sounded so hot in the book, wouldn't you want to read more about him?) I got to start somewhere right? I can't just start reading Pride and Prejudice or Shakespeare. I like the movie, but the language is in a different level.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably took me longer than most people to finish a young adult book like Twilight, but it caught my attention and I finished it! That's all it matters right? One of my life goals that I wrote down when I was 19 years old, " Read 100 books before I am 50 years old." I think I am on track! I just finished the "Fablehaven" series. that's 4 books. If I average 4 books a year at least, hitting 100 books before I am 50 is not a problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fablehaven was so fun to read, it's nice to get out of the reality for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved on to the Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief series, since I'm always fascinated by Greek Mythology. The story is taken place in a modern time, and written in the modern language... and a 12 year old guy is telling the story. Super easy read. I even had a dream that Poseidon is my father, and he couldn't interact with me, because I was demi-god. How ridiculous is that? But man-o-man was he beautiful in my dream. I guess I was the Percy Jackson in my own dream. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for reading~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7461857895418523758?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7461857895418523758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7461857895418523758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7461857895418523758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7461857895418523758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-read-before-you-go-to-bed.html' title='What do you read before you go to bed?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6911476465343340518</id><published>2010-10-20T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:59:33.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gfoUyTkI/AAAAAAAADao/6b-aCAhhrtw/s1600/IMG_0528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gfoUyTkI/AAAAAAAADao/6b-aCAhhrtw/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my bestie Cindy and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gkm4ShYI/AAAAAAAADas/5qPHbOuMKPA/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gkm4ShYI/AAAAAAAADas/5qPHbOuMKPA/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cindy made the diaper cake and put all the decorations together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gpx52nDI/AAAAAAAADaw/6e6nizmh64Q/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gpx52nDI/AAAAAAAADaw/6e6nizmh64Q/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emily!! The winner of "guess how big Jenn's stomach is"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gvH9z1qI/AAAAAAAADa0/LtfrGw0G3_c/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gvH9z1qI/AAAAAAAADa0/LtfrGw0G3_c/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nini eats very healthy, hence the bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was hoping that there was a canelope in there,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But found a pink piggy bank with tutu =^.^=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g4p_-S_I/AAAAAAAADa8/iOXJ47KMy0Y/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g4p_-S_I/AAAAAAAADa8/iOXJ47KMy0Y/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie's college fund starts here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g0JTOJ8I/AAAAAAAADa4/3oxgQQOS3gI/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g0JTOJ8I/AAAAAAAADa4/3oxgQQOS3gI/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Megan brought this awesome outfit!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9l-nrQl3I/AAAAAAAADbY/oeMxKpZyzyw/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9l-nrQl3I/AAAAAAAADbY/oeMxKpZyzyw/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marie had turtles on everything!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She knows how much I love turtles, cuz she hears it every day from sitting next to me for 3 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVE LOVE MARIE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g8vfF_DI/AAAAAAAADbA/rZTT4_toi5A/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9g8vfF_DI/AAAAAAAADbA/rZTT4_toi5A/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you Grami Peterson!! Loved the swaddle blanket, bunny, the outfits and everything!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hAxR6I_I/AAAAAAAADbE/KQoatu20uCg/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hAxR6I_I/AAAAAAAADbE/KQoatu20uCg/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sweet Rene made the burpies and the blanket!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hFQdQ5dI/AAAAAAAADbI/mguUo_zcRhA/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hFQdQ5dI/AAAAAAAADbI/mguUo_zcRhA/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loved the Lee's girls! They are just the awesomest people you'll ever meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary said, " read to your babies". Maybe that's why her kids are super smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hJ7gfKkI/AAAAAAAADbM/DgElaJVPbOM/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hJ7gfKkI/AAAAAAAADbM/DgElaJVPbOM/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for the baby bouncer Michelle~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hOQSRDYI/AAAAAAAADbQ/5bIZTjHxjxI/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hOQSRDYI/AAAAAAAADbQ/5bIZTjHxjxI/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cindy love, thank you for the baby shower and the tub!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can come bath my baby anytime you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hShoBC2I/AAAAAAAADbU/xkqjHKmKiUc/s1600/IMG_0522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9hShoBC2I/AAAAAAAADbU/xkqjHKmKiUc/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't decide what facial expression to have... eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to all the ladies who came, I had alot of fun with you all. Hope you liked the treats we had, and I loved all the gifts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6911476465343340518?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6911476465343340518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6911476465343340518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6911476465343340518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6911476465343340518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-shower.html' title='Baby shower'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TL9gfoUyTkI/AAAAAAAADao/6b-aCAhhrtw/s72-c/IMG_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7692626129978184113</id><published>2010-10-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:58:00.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You hurt my feelers</title><content type='html'>My feeler hurts today. Someone hurt it. It really hurts my feelers when some random Asian come up to me and tell me that I look "HUUUUUGE" (that's how she said it). Then she continued, "... aren't you due like next month? You still have 1 more month, and you are biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone come up to a pregnant women and tell her that she looks huge? I don't need anyone to tell me that I look huge, I know I am huge. TRUST ME! I carry my baby belly 24/7 everywhere I go. I KNOW how it feels, I KNOW how I look. I have been dealing with pregnancy in the past 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to y'all asians who can not say anything good, don't say it. It really hurts other people's feeling, and I will just end up hating you. There are some people I have stopped talking to, or avoid talking/seeing them for this very reason.&amp;nbsp; If you are on my "people I do not care for" list.... sorry, too bad, I don't need you in my life. So, shove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.... so the girl who told me I look huge today... Can I just say that my face still look 10 times better than hers? At least I have smooth, radiant skin. And she just looks brown, yellow and oily. Dude, if you don't like how you look, and that's why you are giving your negative comments. Stop! I can help you look younger, and have more youthful skin. Just ask me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7692626129978184113?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7692626129978184113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7692626129978184113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7692626129978184113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7692626129978184113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-hurt-my-feelers.html' title='You hurt my feelers'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4147911834708894724</id><published>2010-10-01T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:13:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little piece of what???</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I sliced a little piece of my finger off while cutting some card stock with one of those super sharp art cutting knives.&amp;nbsp; It bled for a while, even with direct pressure on it. I saw this little piece on my working station, and I thought "oh $h!t!!!" (Steve and I have agreed that you can only cuss under some circumstances, and this is one of them. I was in a lot of pain) I threw away the blade, since it has my blood on it. Applying pressure with my thumb like i am pinching something. I left work early, cuz my finger hurts, and i couldn't find any band-aid around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, got my first-aid kit out. Dranched my wound with tea tree oil. It kills germs and helps to heal. It hurt like hell. I was like OMG, how can this little cut bleed so much, and hurt so much?? Mybaby doctor did call me and told me that my iron is low, so i guess that's part of the reason why it took so long for it to stop bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been applying some mela gel on it, and it's healing pretty fast. Thank goodness it was a clean blade that was very sharp. Very clean cut i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished what I was cutting yesterday, i was a bit hesitant about cutting today. I did it slowly and very carefully. The project is done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4147911834708894724?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4147911834708894724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4147911834708894724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4147911834708894724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4147911834708894724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-piece-of-what.html' title='a little piece of what???'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3703309935821405498</id><published>2010-09-27T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:06:00.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 weeks 9 more to go... and I am in love</title><content type='html'>So much has happened since I last posted about my pregnancy report. I don't know how this happened, but I have already fall in love with this little baby in my belly. I don't know how I felt in love with her even though we have not even met yet. I just love her so much and I want to give her the world! I want to give her the best of everything. I can hardly wait to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TKFoXZhh4EI/AAAAAAAADak/Or3okmwGxnc/s1600/31+wks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TKFoXZhh4EI/AAAAAAAADak/Or3okmwGxnc/s640/31+wks.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sophie's movements has become more and more prominent, I can really feel the hands/feet gliding on my belly. I think it's really funny that she kicks when I have a laptop/book on my belly, I guess she doesn't like the pressure. When I am getting a massage, she likes one, too. It felt like she is sticking her bum, or back against my belly, so she could also feel the massage. She usually kicks and moves around at the end of my massage, kind of protesting-ish. "Hey, how about me? I want a massage too!" I have a feeling that this baby is going to enjoy massage as much as her mommy does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about baby massages, I read some where that baby massages helps with colicky babies. So, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, it has been hard to sleep with my belly being so big. I am very tired, and it has been hard to breath when I lay flat. So, let's say that there are just a few pillows on my bed to prop me up. I pee several times a night, and it's a treat if i could sleep through the whole night without waking up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start noticing that my shoes are getting tighter, and my face more swollen. The stretchy t-shirts that I thought would still fit till Sophie is born are no longer fitting. I need to go shopping, but I am just too cheap to go buy clothes that I am only going to wear for 2 months. eh, for the sake of my comfortableness, i better go get some new clothes. Else i'll be a grouch, cuz i am uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more weeks~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3703309935821405498?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3703309935821405498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3703309935821405498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3703309935821405498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3703309935821405498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/31-weeks-9-more-to-go-and-i-am-in-love.html' title='31 weeks 9 more to go... and I am in love'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TKFoXZhh4EI/AAAAAAAADak/Or3okmwGxnc/s72-c/31+wks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2984550773480629185</id><published>2010-09-19T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:45:28.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on tanning, and you'll look like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TxCgvCuJ-Gk/TGNfnJIEorI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TWgaH6nf_18/s1600/The%2020%20Worst%20Swimsuits018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TxCgvCuJ-Gk/TGNfnJIEorI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TWgaH6nf_18/s400/The%2020%20Worst%20Swimsuits018.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2984550773480629185?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2984550773480629185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2984550773480629185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2984550773480629185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2984550773480629185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-on-tanning-and-youll-look-like.html' title='Keep on tanning, and you&apos;ll look like this'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_TxCgvCuJ-Gk/TGNfnJIEorI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TWgaH6nf_18/s72-c/The%2020%20Worst%20Swimsuits018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1012328553955121936</id><published>2010-09-17T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:06:05.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowering Your Confidence | Jones New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="260" style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YVnt8jM8LBI/hqdefault.jpg);" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVnt8jM8LBI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YVnt8jM8LBI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="260" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this campaign today for the first time in one of my work brain storm meeting. A lot of thoughts came to my mind when I was watching it. I am glad that the LDS church aren't the only ones telling women that they are amazing. "Look at where we come from" - since the beginning of the time, women have always been challenged in society for being women. 2009 was the first time a women CEO handing off her job to another women CEO. (according JNY video) WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch these women executives, models, and staffs talking about the influence their mother has made in their life, and they are where they are today because of their mother, it made me appreciate even more of all the women in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, WE ARE AMAZING!  Watch the video, it's pretty cool. The full version is actually on the Jones New York's website.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link  http://www.jny.com/Empowerment/LIEBOVITZ,default,pg.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. lol, only if the men at work actually look like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TJRIiI-9dsI/AAAAAAAADac/-Mm63hnkjLs/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TJRIiI-9dsI/AAAAAAAADac/-Mm63hnkjLs/s400/Picture+3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-1012328553955121936?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1012328553955121936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=1012328553955121936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1012328553955121936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1012328553955121936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/empowering-your-confidence-jones-new.html' title='Empowering Your Confidence | Jones New York'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TJRIiI-9dsI/AAAAAAAADac/-Mm63hnkjLs/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8715413469944056591</id><published>2010-09-16T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T15:03:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby DDR</title><content type='html'>It's quite interesting to feel a lot of the baby movement, and especially now I can see the little thump thump on my belly. Last night baby Sophie was going nuts inside, I am not sure what she was doing. But there were a ton of kicking going on. It almost felt like she's having a Dance Dance Revolution party in there. I had Steve put his hand on my belly, and he was shocked how much Sophie is moving. Maybe she's dancing to "We Like to Party" from Vanga boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/29/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/29/index.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8715413469944056591?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8715413469944056591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8715413469944056591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8715413469944056591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8715413469944056591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-ddr.html' title='Baby DDR'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-290632640285875221</id><published>2010-09-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:45:01.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Target Store Brand Dishwasher Detergent</title><content type='html'>I love Target, it offers variety of great products in their own store brand, and it saves me money. Most things I buy that are Target brand, (Up &amp;amp; Up) are usually pretty nice. I really like the stretchy trash bags, plastic baggies, paper plates, and etc. They are way cheaper than the original brand, works just as great, and it's wallet forgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31cPxHC9LPL._AA400_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31cPxHC9LPL._AA400_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One thing that I would never buy again is the Up &amp;amp; Up Dishwasher detergent. I usually use Cascade tablets, and I usually buy them in bulk from Costco. Since they last for almost a year for $15. Anyway, we just moved into our new condo in the beginning of August, and I thought to myself why not try out the Up&amp;amp;UP brand. It was only $3.50, if i don't like it, it's not gonna kill me to toss the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tossing the box! Bad experience with the dishwasher detergent. It left a thick white film on all of my beautiful dishes... yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO..... don't buy Target brand Up&amp;amp;Up dish washer detergent. Spend the money and buy Cascade or whatever brand you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-290632640285875221?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/290632640285875221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=290632640285875221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/290632640285875221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/290632640285875221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/target-store-store-brand-dishwasher.html' title='Target Store Brand Dishwasher Detergent'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5062685269266774662</id><published>2010-09-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T16:39:04.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on?</title><content type='html'>1. We moved to a new condo with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths... we are mostly moved in, there are still some boxes in Sophie's room. We are not sure where to put them yet. But Sophie's crib is up!! and Yoda (a backpack doll) is sleeping in it currently. Oh, and we really love out new place, except the magical elephants above us makes alot of noises when I try to go to bed. They just walk so hard. &lt;br /&gt;2. I am currently 28 weeks / 7 months pregnant&lt;br /&gt;3. Sophie is a little boxer in my tummy, I can see the little thump thump on my belly. Really cool&lt;br /&gt;4. We were in San Diego for a week for vacation and be with the family.&lt;br /&gt;5. Went to Sea World, the beach, and ate Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;6. Chloe (my niece) is a funny girl. She really likes Sweetpea (the family pug), and dogs in general.&lt;br /&gt;7. Steve baby sat Chloe while all the girls went for a pedicure. (good practice for him)&lt;br /&gt;8. the first thing Chloe asked when she woke up was " puppy? ". She didn't cry, and watched some cartoon with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;9. Chloe likes to put stickers on her face&lt;br /&gt;10. I started reading Fablehaven, and loved it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5062685269266774662?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5062685269266774662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5062685269266774662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5062685269266774662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5062685269266774662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/09/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4733545542153098846</id><published>2010-08-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:22:54.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Ferbie Ferb</title><content type='html'>I had Ferb since last February. I found him upside down today. I was super sad, he was a great little pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferb lived a good life, he was at Petsmart, and I brought him home. We got him nice wheels to run on, igloo to live in, toys to play with. He always had food and water. Ferb occasionally got out of his cage and scratches his balls in front of Steve at 2AM. Then Steve had to wake me up to catch him at 2AM, so he won't get under the dish washer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel really stupid for feeling like this. But my pet died!! I am just super sad. I don't think I can handle it. Phineas is the other hamster we bought at the same time, and I am afraid he is next. Apparently their life span is only 1.5~2 years. So Ferb was about 75 years old in human years. uhhh... who cried over a dwarf hamster? Me! Maybe cuz it's i am pregnant, and emotional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ferb is a great dwarf hamster! I am going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFeyVSqXDTI/AAAAAAAADaE/qjNvafFHc_s/s1600/_DSC0158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFeyVSqXDTI/AAAAAAAADaE/qjNvafFHc_s/s400/_DSC0158.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ferb: 2/2009 ~ 8/2/2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4733545542153098846?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4733545542153098846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4733545542153098846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4733545542153098846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4733545542153098846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/08/goodbye-ferbie-ferb.html' title='Goodbye Ferbie Ferb'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFeyVSqXDTI/AAAAAAAADaE/qjNvafFHc_s/s72-c/_DSC0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-122712417718307059</id><published>2010-07-28T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:50:01.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 down, 18 more to go</title><content type='html'>So, how do I feel being preggo at 22 weeks? Fabulous! I can't really complain, and I hope the rest of the pregnancy is&amp;nbsp; going to be like this. I can handle it!! I am just so glad the dizziness and throwing up is over and done. Although I do have to admit that I still get really tired. Come on, give me a break. I am growing arms and legs inside of my body and working full time. I am entitled to be a little tired right? Oh, and we are moving this week. Even though it's only 2 blocks away, I still have to pack up everything. It's all good, because we'll have 2 toilets in the house. Since I have to pee constantly, and sometimes I have to make Steve get up from his precious toilet time, so I can pee in the toilet. ( I threaten to pee in his sink if he doesn't get up). I just have to go all the time you know. Having a baby sac sitting on my bladder... oooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFGi6O9vZPI/AAAAAAAADZs/CFmRdvLvAWk/s1600/Jenn+21+wks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFGi6O9vZPI/AAAAAAAADZs/CFmRdvLvAWk/s320/Jenn+21+wks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;21 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFGjFLSX1jI/AAAAAAAADZ0/UVcQfCJbm44/s1600/Jenn+22+wks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFGjFLSX1jI/AAAAAAAADZ0/UVcQfCJbm44/s320/Jenn+22+wks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-122712417718307059?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/122712417718307059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=122712417718307059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/122712417718307059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/122712417718307059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/07/22-down-18-more-to-go.html' title='22 down, 18 more to go'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TFGi6O9vZPI/AAAAAAAADZs/CFmRdvLvAWk/s72-c/Jenn+21+wks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-532475753228296202</id><published>2010-07-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:09:04.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny announcement</title><content type='html'>I found this on someone elses blog, and I thought it's super cute. Just look at her face!! It's as if she is cheering for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.younghouselove.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2010/07/Take-Note-Clara%27s-Announcem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.younghouselove.com.s3.amazonaws.com/2010/07/Take-Note-Clara%27s-Announcem.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-532475753228296202?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/532475753228296202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=532475753228296202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/532475753228296202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/532475753228296202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny-announcement.html' title='Funny announcement'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-9017727626962017658</id><published>2010-07-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:45:55.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 weeks - It's a girl</title><content type='html'>I can hardly express my excitement and the tenderness I felt when I saw my little girl on the screen. She's beautiful! I can not wait to meet her in November, and hold her in my arms. in the past couple days, I have been feeling my baby moving in my stomach. Sometimes it feels like she is doing Super Mario bum crush inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultra sound technician was very thorough, she checked our every part of the baby's body. She begin with the crown to check the brain, then the stem, the neck, lungs, heart, stomach, kidney, and whatever else was inside, then the bum, femur, legs, and her little feet. She also checked the position of the placenta, and the umbilical cord. As I follow her and listening to her of what she is checking, I was so over whelmed. I can not believe I have a baby, a life, growing inside of me, looking so perfect already. I can not believe she is ours, and we made her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETG6KwPkBI/AAAAAAAADZU/UKYlmWA8RqQ/s1600/head.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETG6KwPkBI/AAAAAAAADZU/UKYlmWA8RqQ/s400/head.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETHBuXrvBI/AAAAAAAADZc/sAxPcKbpowM/s1600/bumjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETHBuXrvBI/AAAAAAAADZc/sAxPcKbpowM/s400/bumjpg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETHdJu-LLI/AAAAAAAADZk/J0vXecXg8vw/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETHdJu-LLI/AAAAAAAADZk/J0vXecXg8vw/s320/photo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(20 weeks photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-9017727626962017658?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/9017727626962017658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=9017727626962017658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9017727626962017658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9017727626962017658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-weeks-its-girl.html' title='20 weeks - It&apos;s a girl'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TETG6KwPkBI/AAAAAAAADZU/UKYlmWA8RqQ/s72-c/head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3908644982274963749</id><published>2010-07-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:10:27.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 weeks</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful 4th of July. It was a bizarre weekend, because no one knows when to celebrate the 4th here in Utah. Since the 4th of July falls on a Sunday, and we also get the 5th off. Anyway, I finally got my hot dog with grill mark on Monday! horay for our first propane grill, it works wonderfully. Also grilled zucchini is amazing!! Steve did a great job a grilling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple days, I kept on feeling this push in my lower abdominal area, and I can feel a really hard bump on one side. Apparently, this is what a 19 weeks baby look like from inside. My little Tic Tac looks like a pretzel, and it's probably either the head or the bum I am feeling. I can't wait to find out what we are having next Wednesday =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/19/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" src="http://www.babycenter.com/i/m/stages/popups/19/index.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3908644982274963749?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3908644982274963749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3908644982274963749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3908644982274963749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3908644982274963749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/07/19-weeks.html' title='19 weeks'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5098434192882974030</id><published>2010-07-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:56:16.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese mom and their dreams.</title><content type='html'>My mother called me this morning, she  sounded like she just woke up, a little groggy. Nonetheless, she had a  smile in her voice, and she said, " I know what you are having"(silence  for 5 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "ok, you can't stop there. What am I having?"  ...(Silence... Wonder she was sleep talking and called me on the phone)&lt;br /&gt;She replied, " I can't tell you, or else it would be 不凖 &lt;not accurate=""&gt; "&lt;/not&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " you gonna tell me it's a boy like everyone else"&lt;br /&gt;My  mom: (laughed) " I had a dream of a baby that looked alot like you, I thought it was a girl, but Martin brought in 4 bikes, then I realized it's a boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oh moms... and their superstitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am totally okay if my baby looks like me. I was pretty darn cute. look at my fat cheeks and Mohawk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4W-MeqUrI/AAAAAAAADY8/sADvarhSpH0/s1600/Scan10001+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4W-MeqUrI/AAAAAAAADY8/sADvarhSpH0/s320/Scan10001+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4XAcr9w9I/AAAAAAAADZE/zooU_4NmwLw/s1600/Scan10004+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4XAcr9w9I/AAAAAAAADZE/zooU_4NmwLw/s320/Scan10004+copy.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, and this is my 18 weeks preggo photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4aKXnhW0I/AAAAAAAADZM/sWK9LqjhYsg/s1600/Jenn+18+wks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4aKXnhW0I/AAAAAAAADZM/sWK9LqjhYsg/s320/Jenn+18+wks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5098434192882974030?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5098434192882974030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5098434192882974030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5098434192882974030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5098434192882974030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/07/chinese-mom-and-their-dreams.html' title='Chinese mom and their dreams.'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TC4W-MeqUrI/AAAAAAAADY8/sADvarhSpH0/s72-c/Scan10001+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7257745685058012972</id><published>2010-06-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:43:52.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks and sick again</title><content type='html'>Isn't it wonderful? My nose is once again stuffed, runny like there's no end, and waking up every 2 hours to go pee and cough attacks aren't the best combination. When you live with someone, - like my husband- even if i sent him to his men cave when he is sick... it doesn't work. I still got sick. The AC circulates the air throughout out little 2 bedroom apartment. I guess my immune system is just really weak right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic Tac is 18 weeks right now, I can't really suck in my stomach any more. I can kind of see my feet when i am standing straight. Oh, and I totally got curves now; just on my front side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog more when I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7257745685058012972?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7257745685058012972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7257745685058012972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7257745685058012972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7257745685058012972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/06/18-weeks-and-sick-again.html' title='18 weeks and sick again'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-668724959523672299</id><published>2010-06-24T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T13:01:06.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 weeks</title><content type='html'>It has been a busy week, or month I'd say. I loved being in a play and I am having so much fun doing it, but I am also glad this Saturday is our last show. I am a bit tired as you can see. Grandma and grandpa came watch the show, and it totally made my day =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TCOZ1Hn1oUI/AAAAAAAADY0/1taREG_tt8M/s1600/IMG_0411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TCOZ1Hn1oUI/AAAAAAAADY0/1taREG_tt8M/s320/IMG_0411.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first scene, I was with 6 other girls holding a 1950's phone on our hand showing our super sad face for missing an important phone call. All of the sudden, I heard from the audience, " Oh~ Jenn...". I knew it was grandma, and I almost lost my character and busted out laughing.&amp;nbsp; I guess my facial expression caught her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a baby doctor visit last week, I heard the baby's heart beat again. It was very comforting. The doctor said everything looks fine, but he also mentioned that since it's my first baby and my body size, my stomach doesn't look as big as other pregnant women that are on the same week. I am totally okay with that.I can hide my baby bump with my flowy dresses, but when I wear more fitted t-shirts, you can totally tell the bump is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find out the gender of the baby on 7/14... any guesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-668724959523672299?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/668724959523672299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=668724959523672299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/668724959523672299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/668724959523672299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/06/17-weeks.html' title='17 weeks'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TCOZ1Hn1oUI/AAAAAAAADY0/1taREG_tt8M/s72-c/IMG_0411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3527332090202372162</id><published>2010-06-15T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:27:08.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 weeks</title><content type='html'>We bought a crib that was listed on KSL for only $75, and we went to check out the crib, it turned out to be in an awesome shape. Yeah, it has a little crack on the side, but it's doesn't look like it will snap in half. (knock on woods) We are moving next month to a bigger place, so we can prepare for the arrival of our little Tic Tac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was so cute when he was putting together the crib. My brother Kevin was over, and both Kevin and I offered a helping hand to Steve. But he was so cute, he said " No, I got it", and he just wanted to put the crib together all by himself. Maybe he is planning to tell out Tic Tac in later years the following..." Oh yeah, I single handed putting together your crib before you were born". Maybe it's a daddy to be thing? They have to put the heavy stuff together on their own. I am actually okay with that, my lower back has been a little tender, and it hurts a little when i lift things (Which i probably shouldn't have lifted anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our 16 week check up, and I am really excited. Although the doctors around here (Provo) doesn't do the ultrasound to let you know the gender of your child till you are in your 20th week. We could go to Southtown Mall and pay someone to find out. But if my insurance is paying for the ultrasound in 20weeks, hey, why not. It's only 4 more weeks away. I really don't care what gender is the baby, as long as they are healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving for a lot of fruit. Last night Steve bought some really yummy grapes. You know one of those are are firm, juicy and sweet. There were 3 bunches in the bag, I just finished the second bunch. Hey, at least the things i am craving is healthy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TBeptht-oPI/AAAAAAAADYs/1CVC7uokfC4/s1600/Grape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TBeptht-oPI/AAAAAAAADYs/1CVC7uokfC4/s320/Grape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;oh yeah, I have Chloe's photo all over my desk at work. =^.^= she's a cutie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3527332090202372162?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3527332090202372162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3527332090202372162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3527332090202372162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3527332090202372162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/06/16-weeks.html' title='16 weeks'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TBeptht-oPI/AAAAAAAADYs/1CVC7uokfC4/s72-c/Grape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4300510910948154939</id><published>2010-06-08T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:36:56.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 weeks and more</title><content type='html'>I am currently 15 weeks, I can't feel baby kicking yet. But I know where the baby is, cuz there is a hard spot on my tummy. Sometimes it's a little uncomfortable, because Tic Tac presses on my bladder. Joy of pregnancy. I am finally over my nausea, 90% of the time. Sometimes it still creeps back at night time, or when I eat something too oily. Just when I thought I could enjoy that awesome In-N-Out burger, I feel nauseous afterward. My jeans are too tight for me to wear, and I really like how the maternity jeans feel. They are stretchy, and there is a waist band that goes over my tummy. Oh, My tummy changes size every day, depends on how bloated I am. LOL. Sorry, kinda gross huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA5hyRJ7K5I/AAAAAAAADYM/-WNjuPs0R3A/s1600/Photo0189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA5hyRJ7K5I/AAAAAAAADYM/-WNjuPs0R3A/s320/Photo0189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;( my lopsided tummy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also in a musical/play currently in Springville Playhouse in Utah. The show is super cute and fun. I love working with all the casts, and it is so nice to work with people who has the same value as you. We start each rehearsal and show with a prayer. People are so nice, and just so helpful. No gossip or cat fights like when I was in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fun times. I will add more photos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA_64fZxL7I/AAAAAAAADYc/8i_QM97sr9Q/s1600/27844_751909844659_17823357_40521127_1061739_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA_64fZxL7I/AAAAAAAADYc/8i_QM97sr9Q/s320/27844_751909844659_17823357_40521127_1061739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ( Josh and Me in our cha-cha outfit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of feel bad for Josh, cuz he is only 17, and he has the pressure of not to drop the pregnant girl during the dance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA_7PSJVMLI/AAAAAAAADYk/ZFzD6rWTqlk/s1600/27844_751909774799_17823357_40521119_6342337_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA_7PSJVMLI/AAAAAAAADYk/ZFzD6rWTqlk/s320/27844_751909774799_17823357_40521119_6342337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Me, Lori, and Jen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We don't know how to have normal faces for photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4300510910948154939?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4300510910948154939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4300510910948154939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4300510910948154939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4300510910948154939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/06/15-weeks-and-more.html' title='15 weeks and more'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TA5hyRJ7K5I/AAAAAAAADYM/-WNjuPs0R3A/s72-c/Photo0189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-9146035931172041305</id><published>2010-06-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:57:34.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fury pug?</title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me what breed is this?&lt;br /&gt;Shitzu and Pug? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TAl2tHcxSfI/AAAAAAAADYE/ca1jpiBAmR4/s1600/fury+pug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TAl2tHcxSfI/AAAAAAAADYE/ca1jpiBAmR4/s400/fury+pug.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-9146035931172041305?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/9146035931172041305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=9146035931172041305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9146035931172041305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9146035931172041305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/06/fury-pug.html' title='Fury pug?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/TAl2tHcxSfI/AAAAAAAADYE/ca1jpiBAmR4/s72-c/fury+pug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-508408173195345354</id><published>2010-05-24T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:52:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celtic Women Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve went to the Celtic Women concert with me on Saturday! it was a great concert, and he was such a good sport. I know music like this is not his favorite, but he did not complain a bit. When we showed up, there were mostly all older couples, people like grandma and grandpa's age. I guess I like old people music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new7.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The fairy violinist. She was so fun to watch. All she needs is just a pair of wings, then she'll fit the description of&amp;nbsp; a real life fairy. She can play fast, and spin fast at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Steve enjoyed it quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new15.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe. She's still my favorite. I just love her voice, and she makes me want to dye my hair red, have fair skin, sing Irish songs, and live in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irish women has different view on comparing men to objects. One of the songs they sang was about a girl fell in love with 2 men. She is trying to figure out which one she wants to be with. So she compare them to seaweeds. How do you compare people to seaweeds? One's fat and slimy, the other one is salty and fishy? It was kinda funny.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it was a great experience. I wish they had pictures of the drummers online. They were really amazing! Never mind, here is a photo of the two amazing drummer dancing with the fairy violinist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://www.celticwoman.com/UserFiles/Image/gallery/new16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-508408173195345354?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/508408173195345354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=508408173195345354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/508408173195345354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/508408173195345354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/05/celtic-women-concert.html' title='Celtic Women Concert'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5622558496392930138</id><published>2010-05-20T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:34:01.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd baby doc visit</title><content type='html'>We were able to go visit the OBGYN again yesterday to do our monthly check up. My blood work came back normal, and the baby is healthy. The doc was able to find the baby's heart beat quickly, and our little Tic Tac has a strong heart beat, which makes me, the mommy-to-be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I have been sick. Let me tell you something, having a cold and being pregnant is not fun at all~! It's a bad deal, bad business, it is just plainly bad. Until my doctor told me that since everything looks healthy and normal, I can go ahead and take some DayQuil. "There is no need to suffer." The words coming out from my doctor's mouth just gave me a a vision of bright hope. Angelic harmony of " ahh~~~" I was so happy that i could take something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second day of not working. I've already got my cube mate sick, so I don't want to get anyone else sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I look like right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S_VzpYqKJPI/AAAAAAAADXU/5MKHmi_RUBo/s1600/sick+jenn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S_VzpYqKJPI/AAAAAAAADXU/5MKHmi_RUBo/s320/sick+jenn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dehydrated, with a huge pimple by my eye and eyebrow.&amp;nbsp; chapped lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Steve looked worse than me in the picture, he was sick last weekend. But he is way better than I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah, Thank you for the unpredictable weather. You were hot, and then you were cold. Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this cold will pass by soon, and I will develope better immune system. Let's hope that I will not get sick for the rest of my pregnancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5622558496392930138?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5622558496392930138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5622558496392930138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5622558496392930138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5622558496392930138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/05/2nd-baby-doc-visit.html' title='2nd baby doc visit'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S_VzpYqKJPI/AAAAAAAADXU/5MKHmi_RUBo/s72-c/sick+jenn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3316230752543118703</id><published>2010-05-11T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:47:10.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heating lunch in the office</title><content type='html'>I finally found the guy who has been heating up all those garlicky lunch in the office. I went over to talk to him and let him know that I am pregnant, and very sensitive to smells. Please don't heat up his lunch in here, or he'll hear me barf. he just laughed and asked why... I was like, DUDE!!! are you retarded??? I just told you, because I am pregnant, and sensitive to smells. There is a full cafeteria downstairs for you to enjoy heating up your lunch and eat your hot lunch there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sat down, I could hear another microwave sound. " De De De...hummmmmmmmm". Oh my freakin' gosh, he is heating up another piece of pizza after I asked him not to heat up his lunch in here. In the freakin' office, where everyone, not just me the preggo lady. Other men who aren't preggo can't stand the smell of his food either. I guess I was the only one with the guts to tell him not to heat up his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it common courtesy not to heat up your lunch IN the office??? that's why there's a break room or cafeteria? Needless to say, I barfed in the office today. Sometimes I wish I am a loud barfer, so I could really stand next to that terrible guy, and let him hear, smell, and see what he has done to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3316230752543118703?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3316230752543118703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3316230752543118703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3316230752543118703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3316230752543118703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/05/heating-lunch-in-office.html' title='Heating lunch in the office'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4401741345123621657</id><published>2010-05-09T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:45:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day! I finally felt better and made it to church today, it was so nice seeing all of my nursery kids. Although I was exhausted mid way through nursery, I am grateful that Steve and I share this calling, and the Ruggles are in the classroom with us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some young man walked in with a basket full of chocolate for all of the mothers. I took a king sized Snickers. On the way home, I wanted to puke. The nausea feeling over came me, and i really wanted to puke. We made it home, and I had some cereal. That made me feel better. This is the beginning of my journey of motherhood. I look forward to days that I don't feel nauseas anymore. I look forward to days when I can hang out with my little Tic-Tac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve got me some beautiful roses and a mothers day card for me. I kinda like getting mothers day cards. Grandma and Marci also thought of me and send me mothers day cards. It is awesome =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mothers day to all~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4401741345123621657?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4401741345123621657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4401741345123621657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4401741345123621657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4401741345123621657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7629577014298364124</id><published>2010-05-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:01:34.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve's armpit</title><content type='html'>Pregnant women are sensitive to smells.. and I had sensitive nose before I was pregnant. Last night I woke up at 2 am and threw up, because Steve's armpit was open and right next to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7629577014298364124?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7629577014298364124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7629577014298364124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7629577014298364124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7629577014298364124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/05/steves-armpit.html' title='Steve&apos;s armpit'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2249031329294646657</id><published>2010-04-15T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:08:40.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>List about Taiwan</title><content type='html'>1. Cab rides are cheap&lt;br /&gt;2. Cab drivers all asked if we watch American baseball&lt;br /&gt;3. All cab driver that we met loves the New York Yankees&lt;br /&gt;4. Cab drivers smells like after math Korean food. Garlicky... hate it!&lt;br /&gt;5. Fruits and juices are cheap, and they are amazing&lt;br /&gt;6. Shaved ice has never disappointed me&lt;br /&gt;7. 2nd week into our trip in Taiwan, I craved for a cheese burger. Steve walked a mile to go get the amazing and delicious cheese burger for us!&lt;br /&gt;8. Even though eating with my aunt and uncle could be a bit heavy sometimes, (8 course meal). They always make sure the food is clean, and the sea food is fresh. I think I got sick eating out with another friend, and I was not feeling well for 2 days. uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;9. I miss having Cindy around in Taiwan, it was good times!&lt;br /&gt;10. The hotels my aunt got us is ballin'~!! The hotel worker treat us so nice when they saw our room key. We are staying on the 18th floor, i guess only super ballin' people stay in those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of all, I have the greatest husband of all. He took care of me when I was sick! Even though I was a grouchy grouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2249031329294646657?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2249031329294646657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2249031329294646657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2249031329294646657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2249031329294646657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/04/list-about-taiwan.html' title='List about Taiwan'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7832930778090755609</id><published>2010-03-12T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:11:09.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>Have you ever met someone who is just so pure in thoughts and in their actions. They just have so much love and passion for the people around them? I am very fortunate to have met one, and she is my little sister-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always all smiles, and making sure everyone is taken care of. She always makes sure that everyone is happy. She does simple things that just warms my heart. She's always the first one to give hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Christmas, she made me a card, (everyone else got one too) and she just expressed how she appreciate me listening to her. The thing is, I actually enjoy listening to her about the little stories of her and her friends. Sometimes it's a little bit dramatic, but I just think it's so funny.What if everyone in this world just go back being simple and pure? Would we fill the world with more love, hugs, and laughter? I sure hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S5p1XRsbBgI/AAAAAAAADW0/UJ-1mgk4ufY/s1600-h/Meg+and+Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S5p1XRsbBgI/AAAAAAAADW0/UJ-1mgk4ufY/s320/Meg+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7832930778090755609?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7832930778090755609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7832930778090755609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7832930778090755609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7832930778090755609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-nice.html' title='Everything Nice'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S5p1XRsbBgI/AAAAAAAADW0/UJ-1mgk4ufY/s72-c/Meg+and+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1343548338501623746</id><published>2010-03-11T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:08:57.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is so pretty</title><content type='html'>Two old man passed by, and one said to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh198/g69eorge/Muppet-Show-geroi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh198/g69eorge/Muppet-Show-geroi.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man #1 " Oh my wife! She's so pretty"&lt;br /&gt;Man #2 " Aren't we so lucky to have wives like them?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my husband would still say that about me when we are 80 years old. I just thought those old men were so sweet talking about their wives like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-1343548338501623746?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1343548338501623746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=1343548338501623746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1343548338501623746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1343548338501623746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/03/she-is-so-pretty.html' title='She is so pretty'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8354472380444355716</id><published>2010-03-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:18:54.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeliner = my best friend</title><content type='html'>I never really wore make up in high school, except when I was doing the show choir competition where everyone has super curly hair, and red lips. I didn't wear make up till probably the 2nd semester of college, even then, I didn't wear much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one of my roommate was doing her make up, and she showed me how she does her eyes with eyeliner. I gave it a try, and really liked it. So, that's the start of my relationship with black eyeliner. I couldn't live without it. Black eyeliners are fun, and enhance the look of my almond shaped eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maybelline.com/images/products/thumbNails/999LDG_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://www.maybelline.com/images/products/thumbNails/999LDG_m.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a chance to work with some make-up artist for work, and they showed me how to use the gel eyeliner. It's actually really easy to put on, and it's glides smoothly. I really like MAC eyeliners, but they are $15 a pop. It's on the expensive side. I am trying to find product that does the same thing, but in a more affordable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target and Wal-Mart has become my good friends as well, and after intense researching, I have found the product I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybelline!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Eyebrow pencil&amp;nbsp; $6, &amp;lt;=&amp;gt; MAC $15&lt;br /&gt;Gel eyeliner $ 8 (came with a brush) &amp;lt;=&amp;gt; MAC $15 (Brush $17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for eyeliners!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8354472380444355716?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8354472380444355716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8354472380444355716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8354472380444355716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8354472380444355716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/03/eyeliner-my-best-friend.html' title='Eyeliner = my best friend'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4254597814316040317</id><published>2010-03-09T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:40:41.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question That Makes Me Tick</title><content type='html'>me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Hi!  When are you going to Taiwan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: um, April 6 evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: Are you going to bring E-oil for your aunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what is an e-oil? ( keep in mind we were speaking in Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: Vitamin E oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh! no, she didn't ask me to bring that for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: did you know most people take too much vitamin, and they are poisoned by the vitamin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? (Thinking: there we go again... she knows all about vitamins this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: All you need is just 2 capsules of Vitamin E a week, not every day. Regular vitamin too, people take too much vitamin, it's wasteful, and harmful for your liver. ......( on and on....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Thinking: be nice, you don't have to go into details about your life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So are you pregnant yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;trying calm="" keep="" to=""&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/trying&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Thinking in my head - What the hell? why are you asking? You have been asking since we first got married. If you want a baby to hold, make one yourself. Stop calling and ask if I am pregnant yet. Just because all of your friends are grandmas now, it doesn't mean that you have to always ask if I am pregnant every time I talk to you on the phone. It's really annoying. )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : We are going to law school soon, having kids might not be very convenient right now. I am not ready. &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be pregnant and have kids whenever I want to. I don't need anyone to keep on asking me if I am pregnant or not. Especially from my mother. It's between me and my husband. And I still want to get my masters degree. Not sure what yet, but I want to continue my education. It's my life, I do what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-4254597814316040317?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/4254597814316040317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=4254597814316040317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4254597814316040317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/4254597814316040317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/03/question-that-makes-me-tick.html' title='The Question That Makes Me Tick'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3544443512107239356</id><published>2010-03-04T11:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:54:30.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>China's Beauty Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJhsu%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJhsu%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJhsu%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:SimSun;	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;	mso-font-alt:宋体;	mso-font-charset:134;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"Cambria Math";	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1107304683 0 0 159 0;}@font-face	{font-family:Calibri;	panose-1:2 15 5 2 2 2 4 3 2 4;	mso-font-charset:0;	mso-generic-font-family:swiss;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;}@font-face	{font-family:"\@SimSun";	panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;	mso-font-charset:134;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:3 135135232 16 0 262145 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-unhide:no;	mso-style-qformat:yes;	mso-style-parent:"";	margin-top:0in;	margin-right:0in;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	margin-left:0in;	line-height:115%;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:11.0pt;	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif";	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoChpDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	mso-default-props:yes;	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}.MsoPapDefault	{mso-style-type:export-only;	margin-bottom:10.0pt;	line-height:115%;}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.0in 1.0in 1.0in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Chinas-Beauty-Boom-Lisa-Ling-Reports/1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;China's Beauty Boom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday I was home sick, and had a chance to watch Oprah. She did a segment on the price of beauty, and women today face so much pressure to have certain look. Lisa Ling also had a segment in yesterday’s show, where she went to China, and investigated on the beauty industry. One thing that really disturb me is that people will spend from $10,000~$40,000 and undergo a surgery, just so they could be taller. The recovery time from this surgery is usually about 1 year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201002/20100224-tows-china-beauty-4-300x205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201002/20100224-tows-china-beauty-4-300x205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Chinas-Cosmetic-Surgery-Boom-Video"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the segment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;or go to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;http://www.oprah.com/oprahshow/Chinas-Cosmetic-Surgery-Boom-Video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was raised in that kind of environment, and the saddest thing is, my mother is the one who criticize me ever since I could remember. My mother didn’t like my eyes, because my eyes are single layered. (Most Caucasians have a fold/layer, which most Asian don’t have) She wished that I had pretty double layer eye lids like her. So, she constantly says to me, “When you grow up, you need to ‘cut double layer eyelids’ (That was direct Chinese translation).” Too bad, I had my father’s eyes. My mother also did not like how wide me feet were, so when I was little, she tight nylons on my feet to prevent it to become too wide. I remember that my feet would go numb, and it hurts like hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is always a pressure to be skinny in the Asian culture, since everyone else is simply flat everywhere.&amp;nbsp; I am sorry to y’all Chinese women, but I am proud of my boobs, and my curvy body. I am sorry that I don’t have size “A” or “nearly A” boobs to be as skinny as you, nor do I have a flat jiggley butt that looks bad in jeans. To be honest, I am not fat, you just look scrawny. Stop being so insecure about yourself! Stop making other women look/feel bad about themselves by your unnecessary criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images-srv.leonardo.it/progettiweb/senzanome/blog/foto_anoressia_toscanini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://images-srv.leonardo.it/progettiweb/senzanome/blog/foto_anoressia_toscanini.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is the result of someone telling her she's too fat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Her name is Oliviero Toscani, former model in Paris. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I happen to be an athlete, and I can jump high and run fast. I played 4 years of Volleyball, 4 years of badminton, 1 year of water polo and 1 year of basketball on my high school teams. &amp;nbsp;I am grateful for my wide feet which helped me to be steady. Come to think of it, I don’t even wear “wide” when I buy shoes, I just wear regular shoes. I think my feet are just fine. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In Lisa Ling’s segment talked about many Chinese man and women want to be taller. Since there are so many people in China, and jobs are scarce. In some research showed, people who are taller have better chance to get a better job, better mate, being treated better, and more chance to become successful in life. As cruel as it might sound, in my short life experience, tall people does have a better chance in most things.&amp;nbsp; Look at the president of United States. They are all over 6 feet tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the contrary, I am only 5’2, and average height for Chinese women, short in America. I do have to say that I had no trouble getting dates when I was a teen ~ College. I can wear any pretty high heels without worrying towering over my dates. That never happens, because my dates are usually over 6’ tall. I can still wear any high heels I want now, and still be shorter than my husband. Unless I want to wear 8in high heel to be as tall as he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you are as short as me, you will be great at being a “setter” (in volleyball) and digging the ball up. If you play volleyball, you’ll know what I am talking about. &amp;nbsp;I can’t tell you how many times I dug up all those hard smashing balls from those tall girls, and made them mad. Because I am short, and I am great at saving balls, my team has won games!&amp;nbsp; Who says only tall girls are allowed on a volleyball team?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going back to Lisa Ling’s segment on the eye surgery; for a long time, I hated my eyes, because my mother always criticizes them. Maybe she just pours her hatred toward my father on me, but that’s another story for other times. &amp;nbsp;I like my eyelids, it’s easy to put on eye make-up, and I can do the thick eye liner or smoky eyes. Basically anything I want. Not many people can pull off all those look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201002/20100224-tows-china-beauty-3-300x205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.oprah.com/images/tows/201002/20100224-tows-china-beauty-3-300x205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianeyelid.com/images/photos/BeforeAfter1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" src="http://www.asianeyelid.com/images/photos/BeforeAfter1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry, this is the best I can find online. You see the difference? the "fold" is more obvious in the AFTER photo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do have to say it took be a very long time to like myself. It was hard to like myself when the person who gave birth to me made me sounded like a defective product. There’s always something wrong about me. My eyes are too small, I am too short, I am too big here or there, and my big curvy butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe after living in US for over 13 years has change my way of thinking. You have no idea how many people come up to me and tell me that they love the way I do my eye make-up, and how they wish they could pull it off. Or, they would kill to have my thick dark hair. Or, to have my hips that my mom said is too big. I didn’t know it was possible, but someone told me that because they don’t have hips (kind of ironic, I thought everyone has hips) they said that there’s a space between their hip and the pants. So, it creates this empty bubble by their hip.&amp;nbsp; Interesting isn’t it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My husband, he’s my best friend, my lover, my partner in crime. He tells me that I am beautiful every day, and especially when I get off the phone with my mother who just mindlessly indicates that I am too fat. I still struggle with the criticism I receive from her, and then one day, I found out that it’s okay not to talk to your mother all the time. It is definitely okay not to talk to people who put you down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess what? I am much happier now. I am 5’2 and 144lbs, on the BMI chart, I am on the heavy side.&amp;nbsp; I got my curves, my husband loves it, and I love them, too. I don’t usually wear tight clothing, but don’t mind me saying this, my body look like J.Lo or Kim Kardashian when I wear tight mini skirt. I just have a curvy butt &amp;nbsp;=^.^=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I hope every women will find their inner beauty. What makes them beautiful is not from what other people say. YOU! yes, YOU! you define your own beauty. Be happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3544443512107239356?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3544443512107239356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3544443512107239356' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3544443512107239356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3544443512107239356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/03/chinas-beauty-boom.html' title='China&apos;s Beauty Boom'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6139329944494918159</id><published>2010-02-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:26:40.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Help</title><content type='html'>Friday after my voice lesson, I usually like to go shopping by myself and have some Jenn time. I was at Costco, and I always like to browse around at the book section. "The Help" was featured as this season's book, and I have no idea what it's about. I usually only read fantasy book, Harry Potter, Leven Thumps, Fableheaven... etc. O, and Twilight series of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=8NjDI5mGMo0C&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://books.google.com/books?id=8NjDI5mGMo0C&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I picked up the book and immediate after, this super excited lady walked up and said "This book is sooo good, you should read it." I then asked, " What is it about?" She was so sweet and basically gave me a load down on the book summery without giving away too much. I said thank you, and she was all smiles then moved on with her shopping. As I opened the book to read the summery, another lady walked by, pointed at the book. "OH! That's a very good one~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sold. HAHA. IF two random lady tells me it's good, why not give it a try. I bought the book, and I read about 70 pages, and I liked it so far. Although the book was written in the 1st person style, and it is written as how the southern United States people would talk. It took me a while to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought learning English was hard,&amp;nbsp; it's just took me a little while to understand all of the " Ain't, I's, they's.. etc"&amp;nbsp; Here is an example, " Law help me, but something's gone have to be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far so good, I like the stories, and learning about the Help's in Mississippi during the 60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall report back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6139329944494918159?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6139329944494918159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6139329944494918159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6139329944494918159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6139329944494918159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/02/help.html' title='The Help'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3358433499097253643</id><published>2010-02-22T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:00:41.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Taiwan</title><content type='html'>We finally bought out plane tickets to go to Taiwan~!! YAY!! We are super excited, and can't wait to visit the family, and eat yummy food. We do, however, have a layover in Korea for 5 hours. Since out ticket was so cheap, we didn't care about the layover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to 2 of my co-workers that are from Korea, they told me that there is a Korean culture center where visitors can make their own souvenir. I thought that was neat, and something to look forward to. I once had a 4 hour layover in Toronto, it wasn't fun. I just watched movies, and people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I am looking forward to. Fresh fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.3ren.com/files/dGhlam95b2ZsaWZl_038006f478e34992332b680b9c028d2a/%E5%8F%B0%E6%B9%BE%E6%B0%B4%E6%9E%9C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://api.3ren.com/files/dGhlam95b2ZsaWZl_038006f478e34992332b680b9c028d2a/%E5%8F%B0%E6%B9%BE%E6%B0%B4%E6%9E%9C.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/thaifood/1/0/e/D/dragonfruit1_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://z.about.com/d/thaifood/1/0/e/D/dragonfruit1_edited-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the dragon fruit, if you eat too much of it, your poop will turn red.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sfsukoinonia.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/mochilato_shaved_ice.jpg?w=320&amp;amp;h=311" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://sfsukoinonia.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/mochilato_shaved_ice.jpg?w=320&amp;amp;h=311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shaved ice with fresh fruits,and condensed sweeten milk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abanderson.com/wp-content/gallery/cache/98__480x_2010_01_09_hotpot_restaurant_009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://abanderson.com/wp-content/gallery/cache/98__480x_2010_01_09_hotpot_restaurant_009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And hot pot of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for all the yummy stuff~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3358433499097253643?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3358433499097253643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3358433499097253643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3358433499097253643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3358433499097253643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-to-taiwan.html' title='Going to Taiwan'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3665334078775486984</id><published>2010-02-15T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:43:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day off - Le Jour de President</title><content type='html'>It was super nice to sleep till 10:30 this morning, I was tired. Marie and her BFF ... and me of course, went to Shoga for lunch. They have the most amazing Tuna Tataki, it is well seasoned, and well seared. A la dente~! Also, I haven't have any Agedashi tofu that is as athentic as Shoga's. Anyway, Joey didn't end up coming, not sure what happened. But Marie and I were hungry, so we stayed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2008.heraldextra.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=166720&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=2" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2008.heraldextra.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;amp;g2_itemId=166720&amp;amp;g2_serialNumber=2" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Thanks Shoga.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://bloximages.chicago2.vip.townnews.com/heraldextra.com/content/tncms/assets/editorial/5/f2/81a/5f281a93-12ce-589c-a6d4-78039721d3a9.preview-300.jpg?_dc=1241192419" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bloximages.chicago2.vip.townnews.com/heraldextra.com/content/tncms/assets/editorial/5/f2/81a/5f281a93-12ce-589c-a6d4-78039721d3a9.preview-300.jpg?_dc=1241192419" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All the food at Shoga is well plated, and they are not only pretty, they are also delicious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Shoga, I went shopping. There was a suit jacket that I wanted from Banana Replublic, but it was close to $200. It's a bit pricy, so I have been saving for it. I went to the mall just to see if they still have it, so I can indulge myself in the store. Who knew, Presidents day sale is 25% off, plus additional 15% off for applying for BR credit card. I've always been hesitant applying for store credit cards, but I figure since I shop there so much anyway. Why not get points and discounts doing it?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Back to the suit jacket, I got the jacket and the pencil skirt that goes with it. I actually bought the suit pants first, because that was all I could afford. The total today for the suit jacket and the skirt, $182 ~!! Less than the jacket cost. Love a good sale. Now i have the complete suit with the skirt, pants, and jacket~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, you might wonder what inspire me to buy such expensive suit. Well, suits are expensive to start with, and I just needed at least one suit for business occasion at work. Actually, the thing that really drive me to buy the suit is.... I was with my in-laws during Christmas, and we were at my father-in-law's office. We were going to have a conference call with our grandparents in Madagascar, but had couple minutes before the call. We got talkin' about business stuff, and he mentioned about one of his interviews with a prospect. This individual could probably have the job, but he/she didn't dress up. So he gave the job to another candidate that was in a suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so, here is the suit I bought today. And!!!! BR had it in Petite size!!!! It fits my arm pit area, and the boob seam is not at my billy button!!! Maybe some people's boobs are at their billy button, I don't know. Get a good pair of bra woman, take care of your girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/Asset_Archive/BRWeb/Assets/Product/671/671778/big/br671778-00vliv01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/Asset_Archive/BRWeb/Assets/Product/671/671778/big/br671778-00vliv01.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Thanks bananarepublic,gap.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I chose grey, because my hair is black. If i wear all black suit, it might be a little too dark.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, good shopping day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3665334078775486984?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3665334078775486984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3665334078775486984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3665334078775486984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3665334078775486984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-day-off-le-jour-de-president.html' title='My day off - Le Jour de President'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6657864828797915197</id><published>2010-02-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:08:18.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day / and the first day of year of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>Just a little recap on the Chinese new year pot luck at work. Can I just say I had a blast, and there are some amazing chefs within the Nu Skin Enterprises. I have no idea that there are so many Chinese in the company, and so many others that also embrace the Chinese traditions. Or, they might simply just enjoy the true home-made Chinese cuisine. I wonder if Dave post any of the photos up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentines day, and Steve gave me a dozen beautiful roses that resembles our wedding flowers. I've always love roses, and i love them even more when they are from the love of my life. My little Japanese turtle. I think Steve looks like this turtle, cuz the shape of it's head and thick eyebrow looks like Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S3iWYBoDUhI/AAAAAAAADWE/XM0qV7rdJfQ/s1600-h/Steve+turtle" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S3iWYBoDUhI/AAAAAAAADWE/XM0qV7rdJfQ/s320/Steve+turtle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Steve made an awesome rib eye steak, with green beans and rosemary seasoned red potatoes. I was so touched! The food was amazing, and I was really impressed with what he has made tonight. Although he burnt his hands, because he forgot the pan was in a 500F degree oven before he touched it. I feel really bad for his hands. He tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of the most romantic dinner in our house on Valentines day, there were roses, candles, nice glass to drink our Martinelli.&amp;nbsp; The dinner was only&amp;nbsp; $15 for the both of us. That's the steak, french green beans, the red potatoes, and a specialty ice cream. Usually in a restaurant, we could easily spent over $30. It was nice to eat in, and know that Steve is such an awesome cook!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines day to all, may all of you find the special someone to do all the special things you want to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6657864828797915197?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6657864828797915197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6657864828797915197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6657864828797915197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6657864828797915197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day-and-first-day-of.html' title='Happy Valentines Day / and the first day of year of the Tiger'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S3iWYBoDUhI/AAAAAAAADWE/XM0qV7rdJfQ/s72-c/Steve+turtle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-710487005098547294</id><published>2010-02-11T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:28:02.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year - Year of Tiger</title><content type='html'>This year's Chinese new year actually fell on the same day as Valentine's day. Since it's on a Sunday, my work friends decided to celebrate it on Friday~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super stoked about this, because many people are bringing home made food. And I have been looking up some of the Chinese recipes online, and found some amazing stuff.&amp;nbsp; This is similar to something i am going to make for tomorrow! It's called " Ants go on a tree" (direct translation). It supposedly to look like ants crawling around. If it doesn't look like that to you, it's cuz this photo is a vegitarian style of this dish. Usually they have minced meat that are dark and little.... anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_V0CoK16CILc/SWyFCH22vsI/AAAAAAAAEjA/gAhh5xOrxAE/s1600/%E6%B2%92%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E7%9A%84%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E4%B8%8A%E6%A8%B9%20Stewed%20Vermicelli%20with%20Assorted%20Vegetable%20Dices.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_V0CoK16CILc/SWyFCH22vsI/AAAAAAAAEjA/gAhh5xOrxAE/s320/%E6%B2%92%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E7%9A%84%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E4%B8%8A%E6%A8%B9%20Stewed%20Vermicelli%20with%20Assorted%20Vegetable%20Dices.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Thank you Christine for the photo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We'll see how everything works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-710487005098547294?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/710487005098547294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=710487005098547294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/710487005098547294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/710487005098547294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-year-of-tiger.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year - Year of Tiger'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_V0CoK16CILc/SWyFCH22vsI/AAAAAAAAEjA/gAhh5xOrxAE/s72-c/%E6%B2%92%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E7%9A%84%E8%9E%9E%E8%9F%BB%E4%B8%8A%E6%A8%B9%20Stewed%20Vermicelli%20with%20Assorted%20Vegetable%20Dices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-4113459601710387005</id><published>2010-02-05T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:51:24.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide's Lament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; La Grippe, La Grippe, La post-nasal drip,&lt;br /&gt;With the wheezes, and the sneezes, and the sinuses really a pip!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys and Dolls musical is one of my favorite musical from high school. I did a piece from the musical, " Sit down You're Rockin' the Boat" and had a lot of fun with it. This month I am working on&amp;nbsp; Adelaide's Lament from Guys and Doll, and I have to learn the New York Accent. Dave, my voice teacher is showing me how to sing "ugly". Since Adelaide is sick in this scene. I found a video that has one of the most awesome Adelaide. She's is so funny, her facial expression is priceless~! My fav' part is " ... 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We basically are baby sitters for 2 hours at church. We love it!!! Those kids are so cute, and some of them are a hand full, but we love them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the youngest kids in the nursery, and most kids have some kind of anxioty when they come into the class. I don't blame them, they are only a little under 2. Actually, I don't really know how old those kids are. All I know that last year, everyone in my class can communicate what they want. They talk to me, and tell me what they like. We had all girls, except one boy who likes to color everything orange, and he wears his father's clothes - from when he was living in Germany as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class we have this year is full of boys, and one girl. I guess girls learn to communicate a lot faster than the boys. None of the kids really talk that much, they understand what we are saying to them. But they don't really know or care what's going on. If one kid cries, then it sets off other kids. All hell breaks out, and all kids cry. I have learned not to say " dad" or anything sounds like dad, because it sets them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the kids cries, there is this one kid who just looks like he is thinking very hard. So hard, to the point that his brain might come out. He looks so intense, but Steve found his happy spot. This kid likes to read, and he knows all the animal names. Steve read the "Squishie Turtle" to this little guy, and he is just all smiles. He points, and yells the name of the animal on the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Tou-tou" = turtle &lt;br /&gt;"aw-pus" = Octopus&lt;br /&gt;" hu'i - sh" = fish&lt;br /&gt;"sh-ahhh'k" = Shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fail, he licks the squish shinny seaweed every time we turn to that page. I later found out that he is Cindy's nephew. His dad brought him in, and turned in the paper that we need to know about the kids. I noticed that his last name is Ford, and as usual I start to common Mormon conversation starter. " Oh your last name is / you are from.... Do you know so and so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter's dad said " yeah, she's my sister. How did you know her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conversation when on, and Carter became my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;1. he doesn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;2. he's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;3. He is Cindy's nephew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S2UUkuBqq9I/AAAAAAAADVc/Ubm38HwbFj8/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S2UUkuBqq9I/AAAAAAAADVc/Ubm38HwbFj8/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is not the best pic of me, but Carter sure is cute. Yup, he is the "tou-tou"(turtle) kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sunday, he was getting tired. He just runs up to me with open arms, I picked him up and he just just snuggled on my chest. awwwwww... i just wanted to take him home. For rest of the hour, he stayed in my arms. We had fun chasing and popping bobbles. To those of you who might be called to be a nursery leader, bubbles do wonders. They kids just gets goo-goo eyes and in their own la-la land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait to see Carter tomorrow. Hope all the kids are getting used to coming to nursery a little more, and let's hope that they will stay chilled.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-1691316638921709436?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/1691316638921709436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=1691316638921709436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1691316638921709436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/1691316638921709436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cyndys-nephew.html' title='Cyndy&apos;s nephew'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S2UUkuBqq9I/AAAAAAAADVc/Ubm38HwbFj8/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-9192224544509361100</id><published>2010-01-18T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:27:48.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recently I have found my interest in photography again that I put away since I was in Paris. I don’t know why I did that. Maybe it’s because Rexburg is really boring to photograph? Or it’s just too cold to go outside for a photo walk. I finally found “it” again when I decide it’s time to buy a Nikon D3000. It’s a beginner’s photographer’s camera, it takes awesome photos, and it’s compact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not a professional photographer by all means, but I like photos. Photos can say a lot about what is happening, how a person might be feeling, a silent story untold and it helps me to capture memories that I might someday forget. Sometimes you can capture the most interesting moment of someone’s life, and they don’t even know it. My favorite shots are the ones taken with micro feature, the flower icon. Because the background is blurred, and only one subject is in focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1Tt7FYHiYI/AAAAAAAADUs/Me6cKxmycLw/s1600-h/duck+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1Tt7FYHiYI/AAAAAAAADUs/Me6cKxmycLw/s320/duck+bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428225050199689602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My family have been my subject in the past couple months as I practice my shots. I don’t plan to be a professional photographer at all, it is simply a hobbie that makes me happy. Something that I can do in my own time, and it doesn’t cost money. Except for the start up fee: buying a new camera and accessories. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spend my time at night listening to my Nora Jones music, and putting layers adjustments on my photos. After I am done with editing my photos, I like to show it to Steve. He always says “ Baby, you are really really good at this.” Maybe I am good, maybe I am not. All in all, it makes me feel good to share my photo with him, and receive his compliments. He’s great isn’t he?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1TuDmUhUhI/AAAAAAAADU0/rPeKbp1pnSk/s1600-h/Kevin+yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1TuDmUhUhI/AAAAAAAADU0/rPeKbp1pnSk/s320/Kevin+yellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428225196481925650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1TuHNIu4lI/AAAAAAAADU8/vZixO2z1ejY/s1600-h/Steve+red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1TuHNIu4lI/AAAAAAAADU8/vZixO2z1ejY/s320/Steve+red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428225258441073234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-9192224544509361100?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/9192224544509361100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=9192224544509361100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9192224544509361100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/9192224544509361100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2010/01/weak-photo.html' title='weak photo'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/S1Tt7FYHiYI/AAAAAAAADUs/Me6cKxmycLw/s72-c/duck+bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1999809445190952622</id><published>2010-01-07T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:29:52.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year anniversary at Disneyland!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? We have been married for a year, and we had lots of fun at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsanbapo%2Falbumid%2F5422042230522494769%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMiJioCxwd_9IA" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, we were able to go to the world famous San Diego Zoo with all the Petersons. Paul go to see his favorite animal, elephant. We took some fun pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fsanbapo%2Falbumid%2F5422044076321196273%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCL339-mZxcT_VA" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach where Steve Proposed to be 2 years ago, Del Mar. Megan was my model for the day. 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Yesterday was out first time in there, we had about 5 girls and 1 little boy. They are all cute, and I am glad that they are cute. The only boy is names Carter, and he had bleach blond hair, cut just right above his eyes. He has rosy cheeks with bright dark blue eyes. He doesn't speak much, but if you ask him about Mario Karts, he will kept on talking. His favorite color is orange, so he colors his drawing all in orange. When his dad came pick him up, the other teacher was trying to figure out which one was Carters. The dad just pointed to the paper covered in orange crayons and said " It's probably that one, it's his favorite color." Indeed, it is Carters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were also making pizzas with play dough, but we told them not to eat it. Just Pretend to eat it, but not really eating it. I think one of the girls forgot, and totally took a bite out of that slice play dough pizza she had. I guess it's because we were all making toppings like pepperoni, sausage, and other yummy stuff. Kids were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like them =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During part of the 3rd hour, we were combined with 2 of the younger classes. One of the little girls looked like Susan Boyle. I know this might sound mean, but you have to admit it's a bit funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cruciality.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 236px;" src="http://cruciality.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/susan-boyle.jpg" alt="" 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/4143834611875062041-6971958688469635270?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6971958688469635270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6971958688469635270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6971958688469635270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6971958688469635270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-eat-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Eat it ~!'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3462679167279085815</id><published>2009-10-26T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T16:09:12.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu Skin Convention and A new Website</title><content type='html'>I found out today that I am on Nu Skin's international site! How exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out this site &lt;a href="http://www.nuskin.com/nuskin/us/en/culture.html"&gt;http://www.nuskin.com/nuskin/us/en/culture.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jhsu/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SuYq1WyzOVI/AAAAAAAAClc/R7uV0LiU45c/s1600-h/me+on+nuskincom+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SuYq1WyzOVI/AAAAAAAAClc/R7uV0LiU45c/s400/me+on+nuskincom+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397048299590203730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Jhsu/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Nu Skin's 25th anniversary celebration in LA, and there were many distributors came to Provo to check out the corporate building. Making sure that we are a legit company i guess. They were all so excited to be here, and they just want to take photos of EVERYTHING!!! they took pictures of people's offices, the photos in the offices, the name tag right outside of the office. I took many photos for these excited distributors, and i was probably in a couple of them, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian women like blond hair and blue eyes boys. One of my co-worker who happened to work with me at the same place, was showered with flirty smile, touched, and just alot of love towards him. One overly excited Japanese woman grabbed my co-worker, sat down next to him on the couch in that office.  She linked her arm with his, and then put her hand on his lap without realizing it was really close to his manhood. 'nough said. She yelled out " My American boyfriend!!" when i was taking the photo for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun experience, i am glad that i am done with the tours. I am very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3462679167279085815?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3462679167279085815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3462679167279085815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3462679167279085815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3462679167279085815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-skin-convention-and-new-website.html' title='Nu Skin Convention and A new Website'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SuYq1WyzOVI/AAAAAAAAClc/R7uV0LiU45c/s72-c/me+on+nuskincom+.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3892571171474746614</id><published>2009-09-26T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:27:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Steve goes to sleep</title><content type='html'>There is an obvious reason why I have to go to bed before Steve does....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He makes the bed too hot, and I can't fall asleep. Unless I am cold, then it feels nice&lt;br /&gt;2. I would stay up too late if i don't sleep when he tells me do. Yes, I do need at least 9 hours of sleep every day. Else I'd be like a zombie&lt;br /&gt;3. If Steve goes to bed before I do, I get too creative. For example, last night he had to go to bed early, so he could wake up early for his LSAT. I wasn't tired, so I watched a movie, made cherry jello, made a chocolate pie, and found a can of wood stain and stained the bathroom cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was just too excited when I found the stain. Because our cabinets needs some update, i thought stain would just give it a little face lift. I didn't know the whole house would smell like paint for the next how ever many hours. I lit the match, trying to burn off the smell. I seriously thought that I might kill Steve on accident with the paint smell. Then i plugged in the good smelly stuff, it didn't work. And then i i had a fan drying the wood stain. when i was moving the fan over to the bathrom, the bottom of the fan (the stand) fell off. I was like... OH CRAP!! cuz it was Steve's fan... luckily i found the screw on the floor and fixed it. I end up just burning a candle, and it got rid of most smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, don't get too excited when Steve goes to bed before i do. And don't stain the wood at 2AM in the morning. It gets you high!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3892571171474746614?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3892571171474746614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3892571171474746614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3892571171474746614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3892571171474746614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-steve-goes-to-sleep.html' title='When Steve goes to sleep'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5824749322735986861</id><published>2009-09-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:24:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice lessons</title><content type='html'>It's been about 5 years since I sang and danced on the stage. There something about performing on stage, and the lights hitting my face. It's warm and exciting. I love when people stand up and clap, and I miss it dearly. Singing lets me express myself, and it is quite stress relief by doing so. By the time I am done with the rehearsal, I just feel exuberant... and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up for another local theatre, and they offer voice lessons. Hey, why not. I called the voice instructor, left a message wanting more information about it. After i hung up, i realized that I gave the first half of my number, and second half of Steve's cell number. Genius move! not.  I called back and left another message with the correct phone number. He probably think i am such a dork before meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update on my progress of the voice lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************** STEVE LSAT *******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is taking LSAT this saturday morning, and he is still sick. Prayers needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5824749322735986861?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5824749322735986861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5824749322735986861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5824749322735986861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5824749322735986861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/09/voice-lessons.html' title='Voice lessons'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5620109578865872516</id><published>2009-09-23T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:47:26.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>audition experience</title><content type='html'>So, I thought did well. At least I thought I was way better than the old lady who couldn't even hit the right note. I know that i struggled with the E natural then F then E flat, that was the most challenging part... but I know I didn't suck that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 8 openins 2 of each for Soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. So I really only have also or soprano. The lady who was holding the audition knew the two altos... so i decide to try out for soprano. I thought i have a pretty good chance. Then this old lady walk in half an hour late. She did her quartez, didn't hit her note, didn't start on time. It was just ...anyway. I did better. and i know she got the part cuz she knew the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bummed, and i miss singing. I shall try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I will do a Pi Pi Christmas Production, I got the lead. HAHA I know, we are dorks huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5620109578865872516?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5620109578865872516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5620109578865872516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5620109578865872516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5620109578865872516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/09/audition-experience.html' title='audition experience'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-1628804911660430653</id><published>2009-08-30T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:57:00.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon micro widget</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTY4MDE3NjYxOSZwdD*xMjUxNjgwMjE2NzkwJnA9OTE4NDEmZD1OZXclMjBNb29uJTIwbWljcm8lMjB3aWRnZXQmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MiZvPTZkZDdmN2U5YzIxYTQ1YWFiZWRkYjJkNjYzYjc1MGU5Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="300" height="250" id="New Moon micro widget" align="middle" &gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.newmoonthemovie.com/microWidget/nm_micro_widget.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.newmoonthemovie.com/microWidget/nm_micro_widget.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="300" height="250" name="New Moon micro widget" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"   FlashVars="gig_lt=1251680176619&amp;gig_pt=1251680216790&amp;gig_g=2&amp;gig_n=blogger"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9d/Yvoire_cadran_solaire.jpg/180px-Yvoire_cadran_solaire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carpe Diem is a latin phrase from Horse's poem, and it is usually translated as " Sieze the day". There are also other translations fromthe bible, " If not now, when?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly believe when one is presented with unexpected opportunity, one should take it and make the best out of it. For example, the verse from Ecclesiaste 9:9 " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest all the days of the life of thy vanity, which he hath given thee under the sun, all the days of thy vanity: for that is thy portion in this life, and in thy labour which thou takest under the sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be the sponge, a very large one, soak up and learn everything I can. Today, I pledge to myself, I will take every opportunity I can, and not waste any time. I will do it, even if the people around me won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will go to the gym, and enjoy yoga, running, swimming, zumba... etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be fit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will walk outside and take pictures, print the ones i like and hang them up in my house. Maybe make some post cards while I am at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will learn all the Utah mom's baking recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will go salsa dance when Tyffani invites me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will laugh so hard till i cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will learn all the language i can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will read till my eyes fall out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will travel the world, eat yummy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will go to all the concerts, symphany, musicals, plays, dance productions and etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will take off my clothes and jump in the ocean like I did at Barcelona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will take every opportunity and do things I have never done before, even if i suck at it, or no one else wants too do them with me. I will do them myself, and too bad for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will not waste another minute of my life not trying something because no on else wants to try them with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will, I will, I WILL, and I CAN~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done it before, why did I ever stop doing these things that I like? I will pick it up again, and enjoy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-398485495454759152?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/398485495454759152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=398485495454759152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/398485495454759152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/398485495454759152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/08/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6640488327296550374</id><published>2009-08-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T13:51:43.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Cindy Ford</title><content type='html'>I have a friend named Cindy Ford, who always takes on any dares. If you dare her to do something, she will never fail you. Cindy is caring, loving, funny, and has a tender soul, and she is currently teaching English in Annyong, Korea. She has a an interesting blog... click on the pic below... check her blog out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fordpride.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 632px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3akm6w-FJk/Sm1V-6cdPMI/AAAAAAAAAow/EXE6sgVCKao/S768/fordpride2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy and I met for the first time in a French study abroad orientation. I guess she was good friends with the director, Dr. Lee... and she just says random stuff and stare at him with her huge blue eyes. I seriously thought this woman can kill me with her thumb if she really wants to. I thought she was way ganstah.... Then we were in Paris together, and she seemed pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love cindy, she's so nice and easy going. She likes sushi, and she's not afraid to try asian food. I think she probably eats more weird asian food than i would ever eat, since she's in Korea now. Wonder if she'd eat live squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you how much I appreciate you to be my friend and accept my weirdness. Thank you for going to London with me, we had some good time with the giant pair of testicle at Kingscross Station. Thank you for eating chinese food with me, and thank you for listening and understanding when i vent. Thank you for flying out to LA and be my bridesmaid, it means the world to me to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your fav Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SpbxPYXJGKI/AAAAAAAACeo/-OJFW1Ji3rI/s1600-h/gian+pair+of+testicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SpbxPYXJGKI/AAAAAAAACeo/-OJFW1Ji3rI/s400/gian+pair+of+testicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374748451853113506" 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/4143834611875062041-6640488327296550374?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6640488327296550374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6640488327296550374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6640488327296550374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6640488327296550374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-cindy-ford.html' title='I miss Cindy Ford'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3akm6w-FJk/Sm1V-6cdPMI/AAAAAAAAAow/EXE6sgVCKao/s72-c/fordpride2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6585976627325896074</id><published>2009-08-03T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:26:01.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferb Attack!</title><content type='html'>For those of you knew my little pets, Phineas and Ferb ( they are dwarf hamsters). They were separated couple months ago, cuz they got in a fight, and Phineas decide to bite Ferbs butt off. Anyway, since then they have live peacefully in their separate cages, with their own amenities. Running wheels, food, water, igloo house, and a sand bath tub. Having 2 cages for 2 different hamsters seems a little space wasting. So i decide to put Phineas a Ferb together again, hoping they'll forget the loath they have towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Phineas in Ferbs cage, and P just sniffed around. Ferb came out from the pile of the purple pee absorbing stuff, saw phineas.... and then Ferb charged at Phineas, got on top of him, and probably bit him too. I quickly separate them again.... i guess they still hate each other. 2 cage is good for now... never put 2 hamster together again. I don't want a hamster fight pit in my own home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6585976627325896074?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6585976627325896074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6585976627325896074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6585976627325896074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6585976627325896074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/08/ferb-attack.html' title='Ferb Attack!'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-8369230765484126471</id><published>2009-07-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:02:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell phone &amp; biking</title><content type='html'>The technology has changed so rapidly in the past decade, the cellular phone has also become more popular and accessible to everyone. And i think people have become more stupid by having more technology. It seems like people are getting into more accidents while talking on the cell phone. It's bad enough when people are chatting, and texting while driving. It is even worse when people are doing those things when they are on the bike. I guess those people are multi-talented? or they are just simply retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take an example from the photo below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/bikepowercell2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/bikepowercell2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't this just seem dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are even texting when they are on the bike, or walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paramuspost.com/mediagallery/mediaobjects/tn/c/c_scene20061127-2ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.paramuspost.com/mediagallery/mediaobjects/tn/c/c_scene20061127-2ap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Research has consistently shown cell phone use to be a dangerous endeavor for drivers. A 2003 study by the University of Utah found talking on the phone while driving causes the same impairments as driving drunk." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Text messaging adds to growing accident statistics of 'inattentive' drivers&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.paramuspost.com/users.php?mode=profile&amp;amp;uid=164" class="storybyline"&gt;Melissa Heckscher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   Monday, November 27 2006, 12:56 AM EST )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is there such thing as drunk "biking"?? who knows. people just be careful when you are doing it. Text can wait.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="story-information"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-8369230765484126471?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/8369230765484126471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=8369230765484126471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8369230765484126471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/8369230765484126471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/07/cell-phone-biking.html' title='Cell phone &amp; biking'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6830603253985167261</id><published>2009-07-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:10:15.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut m&amp;m's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://candyaddict.com/blog/uploads/candy_fundraiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid vending maching wouldn't let me push 4, so I tried 3 just wondering if it is skipping 4. Then a bag of Peanut m&amp;amp;m's dropped down. How lame? that's not what I wanted. While holding the unwanted Peanut m&amp;amp;m's in my hand, a childhood memory of candy selling immersed my mind. " I hated it" was the word that I was thinking. "And it was hot". Why do american elementary school children have to sell candies to raise money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first school year in US was the second semester of 6th grade, it was time to raise money to go to the 6th grade camp. I have never sold candy or done any fund raising activities prior coming to the US. It was new to me, and.... I didn't speak English. Some parents just bought the whole case of the chocolate, so their kids don't have to go door-to-door in a hispanic neighborhood and maybe get killed while raising money for the stupid camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family thought it was a great idea for me to emerge into the american culture faster, so they send me off and taught me how to say " would you like to buy some candy to support our school?" which is really lame. Looking back, I Looked like.... wait,,, I actually have a photo of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355840206323679746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SlPESoutggI/AAAAAAAAB7E/9L8xYCtgtWI/s320/Kevin+baby+photo0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;( I am the one on the left. I got sooo dark from swimming, and I start to look like a Mexican with asisn eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I will not let my children do door-to-door selling. I'd invite my neighbors, people that I know over to my house and let my kids sell candy to them that way. or i'll just buy the whole box... or just pay for the darn camp myself. No selling necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew, a little bad of Peanut m&amp;amp;m's can arouse so much emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4143834611875062041-6830603253985167261?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6830603253985167261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6830603253985167261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6830603253985167261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6830603253985167261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/07/peanut-m.html' title='Peanut m&amp;m&apos;s'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SlPESoutggI/AAAAAAAAB7E/9L8xYCtgtWI/s72-c/Kevin+baby+photo0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3104310923579202406</id><published>2009-06-23T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:15:16.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed in Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Question of the day from a cute blond girl that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Jenn, why are grown asian women are obsessed with Hello Kitty stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know, but I have come into a conclusion that Asian kids are deprived in their childhood. They go to school from 7am to 4pm, and then go to the tutoring center till 10pm. Wake up the next morning and do it all over again. No time to play, so they play and act like 13 year olds when they are 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:HRBOEKhgRxS9dM:http://www.oneinchpunch.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/hello_kitty_nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 90px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:HRBOEKhgRxS9dM:http://www.oneinchpunch.net/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/hello_kitty_nails.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:DeuGUgg7NOi2aM:http://www.gizmodiva.com/entry_images/1208/29/Hello-Kitty_Toilet_set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 127px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:DeuGUgg7NOi2aM:http://www.gizmodiva.com/entry_images/1208/29/Hello-Kitty_Toilet_set.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's cute???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifeofguangzhou.com/node_10/node_37/node_251/node_472/img/2009/02/20/123509610360548_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 370px;" src="http://www.lifeofguangzhou.com/node_10/node_37/node_251/node_472/img/2009/02/20/123509610360548_6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything doesn't have to be kawayi (cute in japanese)... when you pass certain age, and you still act and dress like that. I think it just make you look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been living in US too long, and I can not stand when girls use the fake little girls voice to talk all the time in public. Once again, it sounds retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up with the hand poses by your face?&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess that I sed to do it when I was in high school... i probably shouldn't even do it in the first place. It was peer pressure, all my friends were doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this photo for an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asianposes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/okay-chinese-model-01-160x224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 224px;" src="http://asianposes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/okay-chinese-model-01-160x224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asianposes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/okay-gu-ji-sung-01-160x224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 224px;" src="http://asianposes.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/okay-gu-ji-sung-01-160x224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ZK4Ys9YL8eFa9M:http://www.kottke.org/plus/misc/images/asian-poses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ZK4Ys9YL8eFa9M:http://www.kottke.org/plus/misc/images/asian-poses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's like..." what the hell??" why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make themselves look like cartoon characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asianposes.com/img/posts/nyan%20nyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 350px;" src="http://asianposes.com/img/posts/nyan%20nyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my friends who are reading this, I don't hate my culture. but I am just culturally clashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, there's also eye contact lenses that makes the darker part of your eyes bigger. So, you can look like a cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:9V8-kJPNBclcyM:http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2752780749_fdf8cb9b98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 121px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:9V8-kJPNBclcyM:http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2752780749_fdf8cb9b98.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGwpvGPlGE/SH1C71u1uJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u6sVWKwmRLI/s400/Acuvuegirl+from+adsoftheworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGwpvGPlGE/SH1C71u1uJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u6sVWKwmRLI/s400/Acuvuegirl+from+adsoftheworld.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this on someone elses blog. i don't think it's cool. just looks weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forbiddenplanet.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/Anime%20contact%20lenses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 426px;" src="http://forbiddenplanet.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/Anime%20contact%20lenses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/chellebomb/SH1B6WIA1HI/AAAAAAAAADc/jCmmE7yuSyI/s400/Freshkon%20Alluring%20eyes%20edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/chellebomb/SH1B6WIA1HI/AAAAAAAAADc/jCmmE7yuSyI/s400/Freshkon%20Alluring%20eyes%20edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....  i am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3104310923579202406?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3104310923579202406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3104310923579202406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3104310923579202406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3104310923579202406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/06/obsessed-in-hello-kitty.html' title='Obsessed in Hello Kitty'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zRGwpvGPlGE/SH1C71u1uJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/u6sVWKwmRLI/s72-c/Acuvuegirl+from+adsoftheworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-838773277176695869</id><published>2009-06-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:47:05.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on American History</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I was born in Taiwan, a good chunk of my life was spend in Taiwan, under traditional chinese parents. Although most of my significant years are spend in the states,  I still feel the need to catch up on the pop culture. Sometimes when people are talking, making jokes, or referencing to certain TV shows or songs... I often feel left out. cuz i have no idea what they are talking about. It's not that I am dumb or anything, I just didn't grow up watching the Gilligan Island, or the Brady Bunch. If you asked me about the stuff in Taiwan during my childhood, i'd probably know most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgsrv.mix941.fm/image/kmxb2/UserFiles/Image/markmercedes/mm_yoda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 303px;" src="http://imgsrv.mix941.fm/image/kmxb2/UserFiles/Image/markmercedes/mm_yoda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Steve found out that I have not watched Star Wars, he got all the DVDs for me and watched them with me. He is such a trooper! He would explain things to me, so i'd understand what's going on. I think my favorite character is Yoda, he is just so serene and in tune with the "Force". On top of that, he fights like no others. The little green thing can jump high. One of my favorite scene is when Yoda just climbed Chubaka, he is just the cutest 500 year old thing i've ever seen. In episode 4, when Luke Skywalker found him on this muddy planet, Yoda just acted like a crazy funny grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was in the elevator at work, and I saw this flyer with the first line ended with "force". The first thing that came to my mind was the Jedis. The flyer says, " Our mission is to be the Force...." My co worker was in the elevator with me later on of the day, and I made the sound of a light saber, and stance that they do in the movie. She just busted out laughing. Yes, i am catching up on my american history. Star Wars is a must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the full version of the mission statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our mission is to be a force &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for good throughout the world by empowering people to improve lives with rewarding business opportunities, innovative products, and an enriching, uplifting culture."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the next thing I am going to do is.... memorize the Bohemian Rhapsody from Queen. and..... using the slang " ... see a man about a horse" in a sentence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-838773277176695869?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/838773277176695869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=838773277176695869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/838773277176695869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/838773277176695869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/06/catching-up-on-american-history.html' title='Catching up on American History'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6144362782563188761</id><published>2009-05-27T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:18:21.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brittish Actors</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if it's because of their accent? or their bright blue eyes (Harry Potter) I have just noticed that all my favorite actors are from UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/images/thumb/c/c1/House_soundtrack_album_cover.jpg/350px-House_soundtrack_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.elviscostello.info/wiki/images/thumb/c/c1/House_soundtrack_album_cover.jpg/350px-House_soundtrack_album_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House M.D. main actor is Hugh Laurie, and he speaks American English flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/W/e/S/angelsanddemonspic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/W/e/S/angelsanddemonspic4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw Angels and Demons.... Ewan McGregor is just the hottest priest i've ever seen... Then i downlaoded Moulin Rouge sound track so I could listen to him sing. " Come what may.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w299/LightSamus/starwarsep1cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 419px;" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w299/LightSamus/starwarsep1cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam Neeson, such a good actor. Loved his voice as Aslan! and totally think he's awesome in Star wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6144362782563188761?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6144362782563188761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6144362782563188761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6144362782563188761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6144362782563188761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/05/brittish-actors.html' title='Brittish Actors'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7653698761765880589</id><published>2009-05-06T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:03:12.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco de Mayo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfbWG9KI/AAAAAAAABTk/7qw_iRq2G7w/s1600-h/IMG_0598%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfbWG9KI/AAAAAAAABTk/7qw_iRq2G7w/s200/IMG_0598%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332879324746282146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very first pinata! EVER!! I was very happy to have it, and it was $12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfQJcWQI/AAAAAAAABTs/UMoRVdgMrSY/s1600-h/IMG_0600%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfQJcWQI/AAAAAAAABTs/UMoRVdgMrSY/s200/IMG_0600%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332879321740368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put lots candy in there to celebrate the Cinco de Mayo. We even had Mexican food for dinner. When I said, " Happy Cinco de Mayo" to the worker who's dishing up my mexican food, he looked at me like i was an idiot for saying that. Later i found out only the So. Cal Mexicans really celebrated Cinco de Mayo. I guess the Mexican in Utah doesn't really care. I remember there were lots event going on  during this celebration back at home, i was surprised it wasn't celebrated here. makes me kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfjd9WFI/AAAAAAAABT0/YwyHYI-ebVA/s1600-h/IMG_0606%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfjd9WFI/AAAAAAAABT0/YwyHYI-ebVA/s200/IMG_0606%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332879326926690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing my pinata !! we hung it in the hall way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7653698761765880589?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7653698761765880589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7653698761765880589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7653698761765880589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7653698761765880589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/05/cinco-de-mayo.html' title='Cinco de Mayo!!'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgIxfbWG9KI/AAAAAAAABTk/7qw_iRq2G7w/s72-c/IMG_0598%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5114566042996663926</id><published>2009-04-30T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:26:00.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asians &amp; their eye feddish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up, my mom always had a pack of eye lip tapes in her make up station. My mom always gave me the impression that my eyes are ugly, cuz they are single layered. She had natural double layered eyelids that most asians looooooove to have. When she's not around, I always take some out, and tape it on my eye lids. So, I would have double eye lids like my moms. Enough said, I looked like I had two little band-aid on my eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most American don't notice this, but asians only have one layer of eyelids. Most asians want double eyelids... it's concieved as pretty. I guess the bigger your eyes are, the prettier you are? I do i have to say.. i like my almond shape eyes alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the difference between before and after? The single eyelid and the "after" double eyelids? It's insane what asian women do to have the face, eye shape and hair color of a caucasian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img03.taobaocdn.com/bao/uploaded/i3/T1WLhXXhdoXXb1upjX.jpg_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://img03.taobaocdn.com/bao/uploaded/i3/T1WLhXXhdoXXb1upjX.jpg_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even tapes for your face to make your face look slimmer, longer like a caucasian. Asians tend to have more round and squared face like mine. So what?  it's fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT and embrace it people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you are interested in what asians do to their face... check out this site &lt;a href="http://kimochichichib.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kimochichichib.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44JQRTcJFo4/SfZdIygiZrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kDJlce2HNyg/s320/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44JQRTcJFo4/SfZdIygiZrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kDJlce2HNyg/s320/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5114566042996663926?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5114566042996663926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5114566042996663926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5114566042996663926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5114566042996663926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/04/asians-their-eye-feddish.html' title='Asians &amp; their eye feddish'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_44JQRTcJFo4/SfZdIygiZrI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kDJlce2HNyg/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-5392551114602398165</id><published>2009-04-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:12:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPN, sports... what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FlqR0lI/AAAAAAAABUM/HX_sdCk-bP4/s1600-h/IMG_0588%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FlqR0lI/AAAAAAAABUM/HX_sdCk-bP4/s320/IMG_0588%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332882179373519442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FyUuwKI/AAAAAAAABUU/6eh6QLBHZ8U/s1600-h/IMG_0589%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FyUuwKI/AAAAAAAABUU/6eh6QLBHZ8U/s320/IMG_0589%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332882182772801698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FUrtY-I/AAAAAAAABT8/LswwJ1pwpy0/s1600-h/IMG_0578%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FUrtY-I/AAAAAAAABT8/LswwJ1pwpy0/s320/IMG_0578%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332882174816117730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband woke up one morning by the question from me, " If a player is drafted to Chargers team, can Chargers immediately trade him for someone else"I was never into sports, until Steve came into my life. I remember watching NCAA for couple weeks with him every night when we were still dating. Last week, we went to both Lakers v.s Jazz basketball game, and I rather enjoy cheering for the Lakers. We both wore our Lakers shirt, and I even had yellow glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in a section with many Lakers' fan, and some of them had sambrarro (sp?) and panchos on. The Lakers did not&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FQuG4nI/AAAAAAAABUE/C7etcGrTZfk/s1600-h/IMG_0586%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FQuG4nI/AAAAAAAABUE/C7etcGrTZfk/s320/IMG_0586%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332882173752435314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; let us down on Saturday, we were able to shout "Go Lakers" and the famous "We Want TACOS!!"  I guess one of the sports writer could hear us chanting " Utah sucks" over the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is quite happy for the football draft question that woke him, and he is looking forward for more of those surprise sports questions from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-5392551114602398165?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/5392551114602398165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=5392551114602398165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5392551114602398165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/5392551114602398165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/04/espn-sports-what.html' title='ESPN, sports... what?'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SgI0FlqR0lI/AAAAAAAABUM/HX_sdCk-bP4/s72-c/IMG_0588%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3735334854175309992</id><published>2009-04-29T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:07:14.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2:30 AM mouse catching!</title><content type='html'>"Honey...." Very soft spoken, "Ferb is out of his cage. I blocked off the kitchen, but i don't know where he went"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face was buried in the pillow, and probably drooling. I managed to open my eyes, and Steve was next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did Ferb go?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I felt asleep on the couch, and thought I was dreaming seeing him." Steve went on, "He was right in front of the vent staring at me, and scratching he's balls."&lt;br /&gt;"He what?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to make sure that I wasn't dreaming, and went to check his cage, and he wasn't in his house"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll catch him tomorrow morning, he's not going anywhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought, Ferb could be anywere. I probably should catch him now. I walk out to the living room with my flash light. Seems like Steve was trying to catch that little bugger with my baby blue Martha Stewart mixing bowl already. But was without success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check the usual spot, under the couch. No luck there. I went to Steves room, looked every where,,,,, till i saw this light brown spot moving behind the bins in the closet. I sectioned off the place, make sure that he is not going any where. I told Steve i found him, and he got out of the bed, and came help me move the bins. Robo hamsters are wicked fast, but i cupped it with my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferb is back in his cage, and we found out that he could stand on his house and squeez himself out of the cage. So, i put my bobby pins accross it like # so the little bugger won't come out. Then i put some cereal cardboard over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened on monday, and my sleep cycle is still off. All for the little robo hamster, Ferb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3735334854175309992?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3735334854175309992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3735334854175309992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3735334854175309992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3735334854175309992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/04/230-am-mouse-catching.html' title='2:30 AM mouse catching!'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-3562201297407680052</id><published>2009-04-22T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:46:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano/Cello - by Jon Schmidt</title><content type='html'>My two favorite songs together, on my two very favorite instruments! Thanks to Marie who shared the link with me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-3562201297407680052?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/3562201297407680052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=3562201297407680052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3562201297407680052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/3562201297407680052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-story-taylor-swift-meets-viva-la.html' title='LOVE STORY (Taylor Swift) meets VIVA LA VIDA (Coldplay) - Piano/Cello - by Jon Schmidt'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-371396827961434269</id><published>2009-03-31T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:15:28.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwarf Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/343296413_a735092331.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/343296413_a735092331.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these aren't mine, just found the pic online. they look the same...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two little Robo Hamsters. They are really tiny, the size of an adult thumb. Most of it are it's fur, so you can imagine how small the little hamsters are. I named them "Ben Dan" and "Huai Dan" first, meaning stupid egg and bad egg. Then i thought it's not a very good name to call them... so they are currently named, Phineas and Ferb. Since they are my favorite cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Steve came in to the bedroom, and told me there's only one in the cage. I was like, " uh oh..." Steve had to go to work, and he asked if I could work from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I made a barrier between the kitchen and living room. So, the mouse won't run under the fridge again. Got my flashlight out, and my mixing bowl. I found the little bugger under the couch. who knows how long it was down there, and who knows where he pooped. Their poop are so small, kinda like 2 poppy seed stack on top of one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving the couch, scaring Phineas with my flashlight under the couch. He finally ran towards the kitchen where my barrier, (made of 3 Kleenex boses, 1 cereal box, and paper towels). He bounced his head really hard on the Kleenex box, fell back on the ground. Shook it's head a little, and i cornered it, and scooped it into my Martha Stewart turquoise mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an accomplishment!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-371396827961434269?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/371396827961434269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=371396827961434269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/371396827961434269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/371396827961434269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/03/dwarf-hamster.html' title='Dwarf Hamster'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-2828533830075900189</id><published>2009-03-10T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:19:39.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>control freak</title><content type='html'>Have you ever seen anyone wash their hands with almost boiling hot water with antibacterial hand soap at least 2~3 times in one setting? I understand some people just don't like to touch things, because they feel that they might be getting germs. But com'on, without germs, we wouldn't be able to build up the immune system we have to fight the real problem germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think in this life time we could ever get everything, 100% in our control, why not just be spontaneous? Enjoy the journey and just do your best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lady that I know who needs to know where her children are in every moment, and she can not stand having her kids out camping with other youth group for a night. I think her kids are missing out alot, because their mother just simply won't allow them to. Maybe because she feels that she can not control the situation when the kids aren't with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I should say I am lucky or not, but my mother never gave me a curfew. The thing is, if I am tired, I would just go home. Because I like sleeping on my own bed. And, when i am tired, nothing in the world could be fun for me. I just want to sleep. I think the only time my mom gave me curfew, well, not exactly to me. She gave curfew to the boys who took me out on a date, because she can? If she likes the boy, I will have to be home by 10:00pm, when the youth dance is over and the In-N-Out ritual finished, or when the movie is over. She wouldn't care if I come home a little later, as long as she knows where I am at. annnnnd, whom I am with. If my mother doesn't like the boy, she will tell the boy that they need to bring me home by 8:30. It's kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is not a control freak, she lets me do what I want to do. I think I turned out pretty okay. Then again, I wasn't a kid who always got in trouble, to me, it just wan't worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother on the other hand, he is 6 1/2 years younger than me, he sometimes just does things to piss people off and get reactions. For example, one of the missionary who was living at my mom's house at that time figured that it would be a good idea to teach a 15 year old(at that time)boy how to make a dry ice bomb. He bought the dry ice for my brother, and my little idiotic brother took the dry ice to school and put the dry ice in a water bottle. He added the dry ice, put it in the school trash can. However, it didn't blow up instantly. My little brother was stupid enough to go back to the trash can, and shook it up a little more... threw it back.... and it blew up. I am not sure how he got caught, but he did. he also got suspended from school for 5 days. One of those 5 days, I was invited back to my English class to speak about my experience in Paris. My little brother was suppose to be the interviewer, since he was in the same english teacher's class. When his classmate found out that I was his sister, they are all in a shock of how different we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was very strict with me when I was younger, hence when I was a teen, I was pretty good. My brother had it easy, my mom used all the energy on me, and when he came along, my mom just let him do whatever he wants. He even had more allowance than I ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, parenting is different....control freak parents with kids explode one day. or I am just weird?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-2828533830075900189?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/2828533830075900189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=2828533830075900189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2828533830075900189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/2828533830075900189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/03/control-freak.html' title='control freak'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6778069258071427703</id><published>2009-03-05T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:07:44.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep walk dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Thanks to Cindy and Mike for posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2BgjH_CtIA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkOSgF7aw7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkOSgF7aw7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6778069258071427703?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6778069258071427703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6778069258071427703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6778069258071427703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6778069258071427703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-walk-dog.html' title='sleep walk dog'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-7374012253359718059</id><published>2009-03-01T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:15:40.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirt on the neck</title><content type='html'>There was a family of mom and dad, and their 7 kids sitting in front of us during _____ The kids behaved very well, but all their cloths were dirty with dandruff, and fallen hair on their backs. One of the boys had huge ears, kinda like a little elf! One thing i don't understand is... if you are going to have that many kids, i think you should really take care of them. I don't think any of those 7 kids were showered, nor have clean clothes on. The little boy's hand was dirty, and their necks had black dirt on it. Their ear look like dog ears that hasn't been clean for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com'on parents, do your job. bath your children so they won't be sick and grow fungus in their ear. Be responsible!!! I wish i could call the child services and get the kids to a family that can give them more attention that they need. And....  keep them clean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-7374012253359718059?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/7374012253359718059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=7374012253359718059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7374012253359718059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/7374012253359718059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/03/dirt-on-neck.html' title='Dirt on the neck'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143834611875062041.post-6454981545712374766</id><published>2009-02-26T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:46:01.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennyroyal Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1622/19/n19456141370_4945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/object3/1622/19/n19456141370_4945.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary invited me to go to Pannyroyal with her today. It was one of the the most awesome place that I've come accros in Provo. This cafe is located in the center of downtown Provo, in an old building. Th atmosphere is totally not provo, when you are in there, it's like you are in a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is very simple, yummy soup, salad and paninis~!! The furnitures in there are ventage, nothing is the same. however they all mash together pretty well. The cafe has a basement reminded me alot of the catacomb in France, it kinda looks like a dungeon in the old time where people get tortured. Arts are hung on the bare brick walls, and the air tubes are visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... if you are around Provo, you should check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143834611875062041-6454981545712374766?l=jennhsu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/feeds/6454981545712374766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4143834611875062041&amp;postID=6454981545712374766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6454981545712374766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143834611875062041/posts/default/6454981545712374766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennhsu.blogspot.com/2009/02/pennyroyal-cafe.html' title='Pennyroyal Cafe'/><author><name>San Ba Po</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03781875090857621371</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HhXix3idIPo/SMaTyWZVaFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lRbpVdX5_o8/s1600-R/n193300683_9466.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
