<?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-9259567</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:25:00.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Liz</title><subtitle type='html'>I love the blue monster but couldn't find a girl version. So yes, I'm a girl living in NYC.  Look nice on the outside but can be a monster when ticked off.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-115518929083998439</id><published>2006-08-10T01:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:55:52.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>booksmoothie.com</title><content type='html'>Considering school days are just around the corner and it's time to search for the cheapest textbooks online,&lt;a href="http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;try&lt;a href="http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksmoothie.com/"&gt;www.booksmoothie.com, &lt;/a&gt;a booksearch engine, to assist you in finding the lowest cost  listed from  various online book vendors.&lt;br /&gt;It's quick, easy and less stressful for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksmoothie.com/"&gt;www.booksmoothie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-115518929083998439?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/115518929083998439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=115518929083998439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/115518929083998439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/115518929083998439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/08/booksmoothiecom.html' title='booksmoothie.com'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-114351229833129474</id><published>2006-03-27T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:18:18.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss work</title><content type='html'>I finally told my manager how uneasy I feel about my role and that there should be some structure in the department.  It's only been a short while since coming in, but there's no guidance from anyone...and due to the lack of work around the office, I'm not learning much.  I feel so unproductive.  I honestly feel useless and feel guilty about taking my paycheck.  In the coming weeks or possibly in months, I might participate in several projects...or so he says.  It just boils down to whether he trust me with the work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-114351229833129474?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/114351229833129474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=114351229833129474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114351229833129474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114351229833129474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-work.html' title='I miss work'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-114334182757095065</id><published>2006-03-25T21:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T21:57:07.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of being let down</title><content type='html'>"Some people find fault like there's a reward for it"&lt;br /&gt;-Zig Ziglar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-114334182757095065?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/114334182757095065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=114334182757095065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114334182757095065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114334182757095065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-of-being-let-down_25.html' title='Tired of being let down'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-114196913716969755</id><published>2006-03-10T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:38:57.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and nervousness in a new job</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what it will be like once things are rolling at my new job. I'm still in training and I feel kind of useless around the office.  &lt;br /&gt;People are nice overall. One thing that is different about my new job is that people call me by my first name and not my last.  Thank goodness, I was tired of correcting everyone back at my old job, even though I was there for over 5 years.  Another thing that's good, I discovered the pantry room on the floor and love it!  I get cups of coffee and green teas all for free throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Management is a little strange. My immediate manager has not approached me about my future role/position in the company, so I'm afraid things are not going well as it should be...&lt;br /&gt;I've been tense and stressed out since I started this job. There's a lot of expectation from management to play hard. Everyone around the office says I'll learn and become and expert in the system "eventually". I guess everyone seems to know I'm having some difficult times. Since the first day, I'm been sleeping past midnight and waking up around 5:30 am to go to work everyday. I'm frustrated, tired, stressed, confused and nervous around the office. I want to do well...but I'm not sure where my future will be at the company.  I think I'm developing an ulcer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-114196913716969755?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/114196913716969755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=114196913716969755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114196913716969755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/114196913716969755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/03/stress-and-nervousness-in-new-job.html' title='Stress and nervousness in a new job'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-113954303520621996</id><published>2006-02-09T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T22:43:55.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(SIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so ashamed and helpless in what I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-113954303520621996?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/113954303520621996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=113954303520621996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113954303520621996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113954303520621996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/02/declaration-for.html' title='Declaration for ...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-113928773110409355</id><published>2006-02-06T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:49:19.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get out of the bubble</title><content type='html'>&lt;dl&gt; &lt;dt&gt;If you don't risk anything you risk even more.&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="author"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Erica_Jong/"&gt;Erica Jong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/dd&gt; &lt;/dl&gt; gotta keep it going, even though I'm discouraged :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-113928773110409355?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/113928773110409355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=113928773110409355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113928773110409355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113928773110409355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/02/trying-to-get-out-of-bubble.html' title='Trying to get out of the bubble'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-113702864292788898</id><published>2006-01-11T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:17:22.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Office story 2</title><content type='html'>I really hate my job. Yes, I know it's no big surprise. Most people hate going to work. At times, it can be the grueling and frustrating workload but, now my co-workers are really getting on my nerves. I can't stand how they lecture everyone around the office like we're some dimwits. I can't wait to get out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-113702864292788898?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/113702864292788898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=113702864292788898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113702864292788898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113702864292788898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2006/01/office-story-2.html' title='Office story 2'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-113470212930051104</id><published>2005-12-15T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:02:09.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC MTA Strike</title><content type='html'>Almost 2 hours left before the big nyc transit strike is in effect.   I'm praying  the union and the mta decide on some type of agreement cause A LOT of people would be affected if the meeting doesn't go too well.  This morning in the office, my coworkers and I had  some lecture about how we're paid to get to work no matter what the situation is.  My alternative commute is to take the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road) to midtown and then take the New Jersey Path train from Midtown to Downtown Manhattan.  That's about $6.00, which is $4 more than my one way subway ride.  I'm not really sure if that's the accurate fare, could be more considering there are peak hour rates.   I feel cheated. I  paid for a 1 month unlimited Metrocard which could be useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-113470212930051104?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/113470212930051104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=113470212930051104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113470212930051104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113470212930051104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/12/nyc-mta-strike.html' title='NYC MTA Strike'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-113435446421570898</id><published>2005-12-11T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:53:57.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings junkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 55% Addicted to Blogthings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cbf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/blog-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a Blogthings fiend -  addicted but not totally dependent.&lt;br /&gt;So what if you know your personality type by heart?&lt;br /&gt;And while you may feel like Blogthings is crack...&lt;br /&gt;There are people much worse off than you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howaddictedtoblogthingsareyouquiz/"&gt;How Addicted To Blogthings Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Dancer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73EAA0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/dancer.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree and fun, you always find reasons to do a happy dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Naughty: That dark stint you had as Santa's private dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why You're Nice: You're friendly. Very friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofsantasreindeerareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of Santa's Reindeer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/seascape.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People crave your praise and complements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/9259567-113435446421570898?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/113435446421570898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=113435446421570898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113435446421570898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/113435446421570898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/12/blogthings-junkie.html' title='Blogthings junkie'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112804403551451346</id><published>2005-09-29T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:55:58.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel itineary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3293/667/1600/sri%20lanka%20map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First  weekend&lt;/span&gt;: 3 volunteers and I went to Kandy. Rode on the elephant, got a massage* , saw Kandy dancing, went to the Sacred Tooth Temple, Silk factory to try on the sari, Tea Plantation (Ceylon tea), and Botanical Garden.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second weekend&lt;/span&gt;: A group of us went to the ancient cities: First day, went to Sigiriya to see the Lion rock. Slept in a really low-budget guesthouse overnight. Next day, went to Polonnaruwa and saw the ancient ruins and temples. Afterwards, went to Dambulla to see the buddhist temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third weekend:&lt;/span&gt; Friday: went to Pettah (market) with a couple of volunteers . Saturday and Sunday: I headed out to Kalutara, Kosgoda, Galle, Unawatuna with my local driver. I went to a large buddhist temple in Kalutara with Dias (driver). Afterwards, we drove to Kosgoda and went to a turtle hatchery. Met the owner of the hatchery who studied abroad in South Korea. We had a good chat, talked in both Korean and English. Afterwards, went to a very small fishing village where a train was stopped from the tsunami. In Galle, Dias took me to see his brother's garment factory where I received a personal tour =). Went to Galle fort and walked around for a couple of hours. Dias was sort of my bodyguard and travel companion since I was travelling alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fourth weekend:&lt;/span&gt; Went to Hikkaduwa and Bentota with 3 volunteers. My last weekend was to climb the Adam's Peak, but I couldn't find enough people to go with me. So I cancelled my plan and headed to the south of Sri Lanka to enjoy and sunbathe at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3293/667/1600/sri%20lanka%20map1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3293/667/320/sri%20lanka%20map.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/9259567-112804403551451346?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112804403551451346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112804403551451346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112804403551451346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112804403551451346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/09/travel-itineary.html' title='Travel itineary'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112788031093974151</id><published>2005-09-27T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:05:31.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm one of you guys"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.repubblica.it/gallerie/online/mondo/apec/1_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.repubblica.it/gallerie/online/mondo/apec/1_g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogdufe.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/korea1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://blogdufe.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/korea1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across pictures of Bush and Britney Spears wearing traditional Asian attires.&lt;br /&gt;Bush in China-&lt;br /&gt;Britney in S. Korea-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112788031093974151?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112788031093974151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112788031093974151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112788031093974151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112788031093974151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-one-of-you-guys.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m one of you guys&quot;'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112744335413393183</id><published>2005-09-22T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:43:39.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>conversation with 2 Indian men</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, an Indian man from the newspaper stand asked me if I'm Chinese. I responded back and said no. Then he asked me if I'm Hispanic, which is so odd cause I have absolutely no features of a Hispanic person. The Indian friend  asked if I'm Filipino. Then I realized that they must be confused about where I'm from since I got a tan from my summer vacation. "Oh no, I'm Korean. I have a tan from my vacation", I said.&lt;br /&gt;The second Indian asked, "How many are here? When you go back to your country?" I gave him a blank look and said "Not for a while. US is my home now. I'm a US citizen."&lt;br /&gt;"You very lucky" one said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112744335413393183?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112744335413393183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112744335413393183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112744335413393183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112744335413393183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/09/conversation-with-2-indian-men.html' title='conversation with 2 Indian men'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112692445789532550</id><published>2005-09-16T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:02:02.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have created lists of what I like/dislike that friends or family members might not know...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table str="" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 305pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="406"&gt; &lt;col style="width: 148pt;" width="197"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 14.25pt;" height="19"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="height: 14.25pt; width: 148pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" height="19" width="197"&gt;Me Like   :)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" style="width: 157pt; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" width="209"&gt;Don't Really Like :(&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 148pt;" height="34" width="197"&gt;* golden   delicious apples (yellow ones)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* red washington apples&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 148pt;" height="34" width="197"&gt;*   shrimps&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;*crabs. I can't stand breaking   their shells and tiny legs.&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*   noodles&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* heavy rice (well, I prefer   noodles)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*raw   carrots&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* cooked/steamed carrots&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*   prefer margarine on toast&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" str="* butter on toast " width="209"&gt;*   butter on toast &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*wheat,   honey oat bread&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* white bread&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*   turkey, roast beef&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;*&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ham&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;* honey   mustard&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;*plain mustard&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;* salt   -n- vinegar chips&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* plain chips&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*parfaits&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* yogurt drinks, plain yogurts&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;* tuna,   salmon&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* red snapper, swordfish&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*   veggie cream cheese&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* salmon lox spread&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*   carrot cake&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* chocolate mousse&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 25.5pt;" height="34"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 148pt;" height="34" width="197"&gt;* Hero   (w/ Jet Li)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* The One (w/ Jet Li.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Horrible movie btw)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;* Dead   like Me- cable show&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* Six Feet Under- cable show&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 148pt;" height="17" width="197"&gt;*kermit   the frog&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" style="width: 157pt;" width="209"&gt;* elmo (too much hype)&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/9259567-112692445789532550?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112692445789532550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112692445789532550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112692445789532550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112692445789532550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-have-created-lists-of-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112648386610222285</id><published>2005-09-11T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:14:41.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Sigiriya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3293/667/1600/135_3568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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The weekend after the trip to Kandy, I went to other ancient cities in the&lt;a href="http://www.srilankatourism.org/ancientcities.htm"&gt; cultural triange &lt;/a&gt;region with 6 women volunteers.  We left on a Friday afternoon from Colombo and headed to &lt;a href="http://sigiriya.org/"&gt;Sigirya &lt;/a&gt;to climb The Rock. We got to Sigirya close to 4pm and with only 2 hours to spare before the darkness fell, we raced to the rock without pausing to enjoy the beautiful surroundings. Our climb to the rock (not rock climbing but step climbing =P) was a bit harsh considering the sun and the heat were beating down on us. The first half hour was grueling but the last half was not as bad. At times, we had to stop to catch our breath and drink water. One of the volunteers decided not to climb all the way to the top. I think it's because she was having a heatstroke. She was holding her head and she looked like she was about to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;The view from the top was amazing. Walking up +1200 steps to the top was so worth it. The view was of the massive green forest and the Knuckes Range, which looks small mountains ^^^^^.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were ready to get down, I had the chance to see the sun descend from the clear sky. It was absolutely breathtakingl It was better than watching the sunset at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The guesthouse we stayed overnight was quite shabby. For about 2,000 Rupees, we were expecting a mid-range accomodation. The room I was in had dead flies all over the sink, getcos all clustered in one corner (a scary sight), and big cockerroaches. I didn't sleep well that night. I tossed and turned and had my arms and legs tightly around me so that I wouldn't touch anything gross. I prayed that cockerroches wouldn't fall on my face....which didn't happen...(sigh...)&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to &lt;a href="http://www.mysrilanka.com/travel/history/polonnaurwa_era.htm"&gt;Polonnaruwa&lt;/a&gt; to see the ancient ruins. We saw lots of what else...ruins, great Buddha statues, and lots of monkeys. We walked around the ruins for a along time. The place looks like a desert because of the dirt in the road and lack of vegetation. It was incredibly hot that day, so walking barefoot on HOT stone floor to see the Buddha was painful. It was a funny sight to see all the Westerners clutered in the shadow spot while the locals casually walked on the hot sunny trails to get a closer look at the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;That same day, we went to &lt;a href="http://whc.unesco.org/pg.cfm?cid=31&amp;id_site=561"&gt;Dambulla&lt;/a&gt; to see the Rock Temple. Saw lots of monkey again, but they were agressive than the ones from Sigiriya. The monkeys from Dambulla were everywhere.  Some went straight up the the locals begging/taking food from the locals. I bought dried mango strips from a local stand and noticed a monkey staring at my mango packet.  He walked close to me, but I instinctly clunched my food close to my chest and walked the other way.  I kind of felt bad. I wanted to feed him but didn't want to get rabies or something else...&lt;br /&gt;poor animals...everyone's hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112486101244045573?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112486101244045573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112486101244045573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112486101244045573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112486101244045573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/08/sri-lanka-take-2.html' title='Sri Lanka (take 2)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112477379208450889</id><published>2005-08-23T00:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T01:16:02.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm back at home. Just a couple of days ago, I was sweating from the blistering heat in Sri Lanka, showering in cold water, picking dirt under my fingernails and running after the kids in the orphange. Now, I'm back in reality-checking emails, commuting and working in the office. Suddenly home (it's really the office) is not the best place to be in right now. I miss the children.&lt;br /&gt;One month went by so quickly. I wish I applied for a 2 month stay or maybe 3. My experience there was awesome, but I could have received more opportunities to explore and gain additional experience if I only stayed a little longer...&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of mixed feelings involved about coming home.  I  was longing to see my family and friends but at the same time, I wanted to stay to gain more independence and be content within myself. Today in the office, I was thinking about volunteering overseas in the near future and possibly work for an extensive period.  But it really depends on my situation next year I suppose...whether I'll still have a job or start a new career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112477379208450889?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112477379208450889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112477379208450889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112477379208450889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112477379208450889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/08/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112290004451707648</id><published>2005-08-01T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:40:44.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend trip to Kandy</title><content type='html'>On my first weekend trip, I went over to the beautiful city, Kandy, with 3 other volunteers.  It's such a beautiful place. I love it there. The weather is cool and breezy instead of the sticky and humid weather Colombo's having.  On the first day, I went to the elephant orphange and had the opportunity to ride on the elephant!!! I let out a yelp when the elephant made the first big step. One of the Sri Lankan men laughed at me, which wasn't funny at all.  I almost fell (15 feet from the ground). The cost to ride an elephant wasn't cheap. It's about 2000 rupees for 30 minutes which is about $20 US. I'm gettting really cheap about spending money.&lt;br /&gt;The hotel in Kandy was awesome. It had hot water and air conditioned room. And no bugs and lizards!! I was so happy. I almost cried when I had to leave that hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I also received a "special" herbal massage. Ladies, if you are seeking a massage, be specific about the location, price and the gender of the massager.  One volunteer and I assumed that our massage would be held in a private room with a woman massager.  When we entered the garden and sat on the wooden bench, 4 men came up to us and asked us to take our clothes off, leaving only our undergarments.  We were a little hesitate at first but thought it would be harmless since the staff from our volunteer organization recommended the place.  So only with my bra and panties, I laid on my stomach and closed my eyes tightly while one of the men massaged me.  After enduring 30 minutes of it, the men switched. The second guy I got was so disrespecful. He unhooked my bra, which I was not comfortable at all and he kept rubbing my pelvic area continuously.  He tried to roll my underwear down (probably to can a closer look) and at that point, I looked at him and said no way. &lt;br /&gt;At the end,  I quickly changed to my clothes while the men just stared from the background. Looking back, I should've rejected the massage in the first place. I feel foolish.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that horrible experience, I went to the Temple of Tooth, where I received a blessing from a monk. &lt;br /&gt;ahh, my hour is up again,&lt;br /&gt;will write soon later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112290004451707648?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112290004451707648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112290004451707648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112290004451707648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112290004451707648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-trip-to-kandy.html' title='weekend trip to Kandy'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112246827453623753</id><published>2005-07-27T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:44:34.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>after the orphanage</title><content type='html'>Hello again,&lt;br /&gt;One of the volunteers wanted to check her emails again, so I tagged along to check my emails and other things.  The accomodation I'm staying at is so much better than the one I stayed before.  The first one, which is located in Mount Lavinia, was a bit filthy.  But, what can you do about it when you're staying in this country.  The place I'm staying at now only has cold water, so I have a little bit of a sore throat today.  I'm getting alittle worried though. There are massive flies and mosquitos everywhere, and I've been bitten many times where as the other volunteers had one or two =(.  The ultrathon mosquito repellent, which the doctor from Mount Sinai recommended, is a piece of garbage.  It only has 34% DEET repellent.  Fortunately, I brought in a 100% DEET mosquito repellent, so I'm going to try on it tonight. Hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the guesthouse consist of 3 toasts and 1 banana for each volunteer. I realize that British are sort of picky fussy eaters. They don't eat much at all. They've been complaining about how much food the locals give them. But I'm thinking the total opposite. I'm starving here, 3 toasts is not enough for me. I need eggs, toasts, cereal...something more. I feel myself shrinking here. Guess I'm used to the big American food portions =(&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, most of the volunteers head over to...KFC where there's air condition. We don't go over for the western food, the most important thing we cherish the most is air conditioning.  &lt;br /&gt;Dinner at the guesthouse consist of rice and curry or noodles and curry. I'm getting tired of curries. The worst is that the british volunteers hate spicy curries, so I'm force to eat bland curries with them. Maybe I should ask the cook to make it spicy for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking I'm complaining a lot. yeah I am. But I just need to get everything out in the open before I explode and treat the kids in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids are so cute. The young ones are so innocent but the older ones (who stayed at the orphange for a while ) are not so nice.  They don't share things for one and they tend to hit each other a lot. There's a little boy about 2 or 3 years old, Sevenji, who's staying at the orphange because he lost his family from the tsumami. He's really sweet. One girl, Aniska has badly deformed feet caused from fire. Her parents died from the fire. She's been crawling on the floor ever since and always need to be picked up to get around. She's getting heavy so I'm planning to do morning walking exercise so that she won't be dependent.  She's really smart. I'm sure she'll pick things up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well my 1 hour is almost up, going to head out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss home so much. I miss the regular hours of working and doing my usual things. I'll get used to here soon..hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;-Liz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112246827453623753?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112246827453623753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112246827453623753' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112246827453623753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112246827453623753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-orphanage.html' title='after the orphanage'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112230367459192105</id><published>2005-07-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:03:31.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sri Lanka</title><content type='html'>Hello from Sri Lanka.  It's been less than 24 hours since I've arrived in this H-O-T, H-O-T place.  I wanted to faint this morning it's boiling here. My flight arrived around 11:45 pm  (sunday)and got to the designated hotel,Mount Lavina, around 1:30 am. The drive from the airport to the accomodation was quite long but it was waiting for my bags that was the longest...I waited for about 45 minutes. Can you believe that and the airport only had 2 conveyor belts. &lt;br /&gt;The driving roads in sri lanka are a bit developed, which I was quite surprised. The side walks however, is not.  It' a little filthy. The houses and buildings  really need constructions though.  The people here seem to be nice...but i might be speaking alittle too early since it's only been a day.&lt;br /&gt;The volunteers here are ok. I'm the only asian in the sea of caucasian/british faces...so i'm alittle bit lonely =( i can't understand them because they all speak so fast with their british accents.  I just look at them and nod to indicate that I understand when I don't.  I really need to adjust to their speech.  sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the orphange was quite a nightmare.  I thought the project coordinator was going to show me where the place is, but when I got on the local bus with another volunteer, she quickly gave directions to the driver and abandoned us!! I was so nervous!!  When we got off the bus, after the driver told us to, we walked around for an hour under the hot sun, trying to find the place.  Luckily, all the natives here are genuinely nice and were willing to help us even though they did not speak a word of english. &lt;br /&gt;The kids at the orphanage are a handful.  Some stared at time (first time seeing an asian face i guess) and some of the others wanted to play with my glasses.  A lot of the women (staff) were surpried to see me.  One lady actually came up to me for a closer look and shook my hand.  many asked where i'm originally from, they thought i was from the Phillipians.  I'm quite dark already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kid here don't share things at all. most of them snatch things and put it away before any one of them steals.  &lt;br /&gt;oh, that's all the time I have...&lt;br /&gt;=) cheers hhaa haa...&lt;br /&gt;will write later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112230367459192105?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112230367459192105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112230367459192105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112230367459192105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112230367459192105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/07/sri-lanka.html' title='Sri Lanka'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112069782417901785</id><published>2005-07-06T20:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:00:31.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Barbie are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://model.mvm.com/compositor?v=3&amp;g*ojaecoo*B*ge*oaPi*gspo*Btw*B*Bevi*B*Baxkcgms*Bptpelotpomsm*gwgw*B*ow*g*B7v*o*B*ga0k*og*gsig.r0e_t7*B_m_*B_i0*BLw1*B2vN*B0rGj_c0sAh5_Ct_11sHtF*BFhrdac*B*Bemagisriab*Bg.a.21tFa*oii*ocFp10.4.9*B1l1o1sSaTo0*B0m0g_s_f1h1_1_1___r6gS5_1_1_171_s0n.mia*g*Bpl*Ba*Be1*B0m1*obidc*Bpm0g4s9b1d1_1_4_I6_SK__KP__CO3_BYR_F21AA31CL_00_A_F_F7d_e0*B.eia*gipd*Be*B*B1.0.11hFa*o*Bimcgps0h4a9_1_1_1S41IS_0P__GT0_ERA_N0SSL2TNNS2TL00F_F_y_o7*B_e0a.iiy*gog*Bh.*B.d1fFu*otigcrpe0t4*B91111111S*BTa0m11F1F1a1s5*B1e1a3i_w6dSh_r_o_f71_001.*Bi*B*gpp*g*Bg*B.1v0n1kh_i*B*Bemagisshoit_*B_e_iS*B4xHc0m_*BSt1eAo2p_mKm_w_wI*o4*g111h1s9n4m0ap*Bceha4c0pwm1m9wew*B*owp*B*Bvn*Birajucos*Bhe_atc1psmtm*Bwhwd*ocp*BGmJgsssnznn.lpf"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://model.mvm.com/compositor?v=3&amp;g*ojaecoo*B*ge*oaPi*gspo*Btw*B*Bevi*B*Baxkcgms*Bptpelotpomsm*gwgw*B*ow*g*B7v*o*B*ga0k*og*gsig.r0e_t7*B_m_*B_i0*BLw1*B2vN*B0rGj_c0sAh5_Ct_11sHtF*BFhrdac*B*Bemagisriab*Bg.a.21tFa*oii*ocFp10.4.9*B1l1o1sSaTo0*B0m0g_s_f1h1_1_1___r6gS5_1_1_171_s0n.mia*g*Bpl*Ba*Be1*B0m1*obidc*Bpm0g4s9b1d1_1_4_I6_SK__KP__CO3_BYR_F21AA31CL_00_A_F_F7d_e0*B.eia*gipd*Be*B*B1.0.11hFa*o*Bimcgps0h4a9_1_1_1S41IS_0P__GT0_ERA_N0SSL2TNNS2TL00F_F_y_o7*B_e0a.iiy*gog*Bh.*B.d1fFu*otigcrpe0t4*B91111111S*BTa0m11F1F1a1s5*B1e1a3i_w6dSh_r_o_f71_001.*Bi*B*gpp*g*Bg*B.1v0n1kh_i*B*Bemagisshoit_*B_e_iS*B4xHc0m_*BSt1eAo2p_mKm_w_wI*o4*g111h1s9n4m0ap*Bceha4c0pwm1m9wew*B*owp*B*Bvn*Birajucos*Bhe_atc1psmtm*Bwhwd*ocp*BGmJgsssnznn.lpf" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading my sister's blog, I decided to create a virtual model of myself. Here it is, it's pretty close. I have a flabby belly though, but it was nice enough for H &amp;amp;M to omit the belly fat. Hmm, is my butt that big?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://model.mvm.com/compositor?v=3&amp;g*ojaecoo*B*ge*oaPi*gspo*Btw*B*Bevi*B*Baxkcgms*Bptpelotpomsm*gwgw*B*ow*g*B7v*o*B*ga0k*og*gsig.r0e_t7*B_m_*B_i0*BLw1*B2vN*B0rGj_c0sAh5_Ct_11sHtF*BFhrdac*B*Bemagisriab*Bg.a.21tFa*oii*ocFp10.4.9*B1l3o1sSaTo0*B0m0g_s_f1h1_1_1___r6gS5_1_1_171_s0n.mia*g*Bpl*Ba*Be1*B0m1*obidc*Bpm0g4s9b1d3_1_4_I6_SK__KP__CO3_BYR_F21AA31CL_00_A_F_F7d_e0*B.eia*gipd*Be*B*B1.0.11hFa*o*Bimcgps0h4a9_1_3_1S41IS_0P__GT0_ERA_N0SSL2TNNS2TL00F_F_y_o7*B_e0a.iiy*gog*Bh.*B.d1fFu*otigcrpe0t4*B91113111S*BTa0m11F1F1a1s5*B1e1a3i_w6dSh_r_o_f71_001.*Bi*B*gpp*g*Bg*B.1v0n1kh_i*B*Bemagisshoit_*B_e_iS*B4xHc0m_*BSt1eAo2p_mKm_w_wI*o4*g113h1s9n4m0ap*Bceha4c0pwm1m9wew*B*owp*B*Bvn*Birajucos*Bhe_atc1psmtm*Bwhwd*ocp*BGmJgsssnznn.lpf"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://model.mvm.com/compositor?v=3&amp;amp;g*ojaecoo*B*ge*oaPi*gspo*Btw*B*Bevi*B*Baxkcgms*Bptpelotpomsm*gwgw*B*ow*g*B7v*o*B*ga0k*og*gsig.r0e_t7*B_m_*B_i0*BLw1*B2vN*B0rGj_c0sAh5_Ct_11sHtF*BFhrdac*B*Bemagisriab*Bg.a.21tFa*oii*ocFp10.4.9*B1l3o1sSaTo0*B0m0g_s_f1h1_1_1___r6gS5_1_1_171_s0n.mia*g*Bpl*Ba*Be1*B0m1*obidc*Bpm0g4s9b1d3_1_4_I6_SK__KP__CO3_BYR_F21AA31CL_00_A_F_F7d_e0*B.eia*gipd*Be*B*B1.0.11hFa*o*Bimcgps0h4a9_1_3_1S41IS_0P__GT0_ERA_N0SSL2TNNS2TL00F_F_y_o7*B_e0a.iiy*gog*Bh.*B.d1fFu*otigcrpe0t4*B91113111S*BTa0m11F1F1a1s5*B1e1a3i_w6dSh_r_o_f71_001.*Bi*B*gpp*g*Bg*B.1v0n1kh_i*B*Bemagisshoit_*B_e_iS*B4xHc0m_*BSt1eAo2p_mKm_w_wI*o4*g113h1s9n4m0ap*Bceha4c0pwm1m9wew*B*owp*B*Bvn*Birajucos*Bhe_atc1psmtm*Bwhwd*ocp*BGmJgsssnznn.lpf" 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/9259567-112069782417901785?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112069782417901785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112069782417901785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112069782417901785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112069782417901785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-kind-of-barbie-are-you.html' title='What kind of Barbie are you?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-112001906856602573</id><published>2005-06-29T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:28:14.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Medicine</title><content type='html'>My office day was quite unproductive. I left the office around 1:30 pm and went to the Upper East side to visit a doctor at Mt.Sinai Hospital. I finally got the typhoid shot (which was quite painful) for a cheap price. Only $65.00. Other travel clinics were charging over $90.00, it's ridiculous. So now, I'm almost done with my rounds of vaccine shots. Within 6 weeks, I received shots for polio, hepatitis a, hepatitis b, tetanus and now typhoid. So after running hard to catch the subway to downtown Manhattan, I quietly entered back into my cubicle around 4:15pm. I thought I was quite safe from trouble until one of my co-worker looked over the wall and announced that I missed some calls. DAMN HER! I don't think my immediate manager really cared though. I left the office at 5 on the dot and didn't hear any complaints from the management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-112001906856602573?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/112001906856602573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=112001906856602573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112001906856602573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/112001906856602573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/06/travel-medicine.html' title='Travel Medicine'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111881183189710251</id><published>2005-06-15T00:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:03:51.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Far side fan</title><content type='html'>I'm such a fan of Gary Larson's work, I'm contemplating about buying the collections of the Far Side.  I can't seem to understand why he stopped drawing.  He's hilarious!  I have my 2005 Far Side wall calendar up on my cubicle wall.  Some of my co-workers can understand the crude humor of the cartoon, but most of my co-workers (from the team) are not A.B.C. but F.O.B (sorry to say) so every now and then I would explain what the cartoon is about. They would draw up a blank face every time I explain... like this  :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In respect of Gary Larson's wishes, I will not place his cartoon on my blog.  You can read his letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.creators.com/index2_anotefromgarylarson.html"&gt;Gary's letter to his fans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out his cartoons from the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.funpic.hu/en.gallery.php?id=10&amp;s=dd&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;The Far Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111881183189710251?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111881183189710251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111881183189710251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111881183189710251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111881183189710251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/06/far-side-fan.html' title='Far side fan'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111871917043378048</id><published>2005-06-13T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:19:30.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Who</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about changing my primary doctor.  Ever since I told him about my work overseas, he's been pretty flaky about what vaccinations are necessary.  I checked the CDC website about the requirements and vaccination for typhoid is a must.  I've been expressing my urgency on this but his comments were more like.. ."You really don't need that, don't you trust me?" (with a thick Russian accent)  How can I trust him when the Control Disease Center website indicates that it's a requirement.  I don't want to die on foreign soil?!? I'll be less concerned if he provided a reasonably explanation in why I shouldn't be getting it. Plus, what makes me skeptical is that he kept saying rabbit instead of rabies vaccine even though I corrected him a couple of times. Time to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111871917043378048?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111871917043378048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111871917043378048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111871917043378048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111871917043378048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/06/dr-who.html' title='Dr. Who'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111863489202531229</id><published>2005-06-12T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:08:25.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings &amp; Headaches</title><content type='html'>Just came back from travelling to Maryland once again to attend my boyfriend's friend's weddings. (am I correct on the possessive form?) Anyway, weddings in a plural form. Went to a Jewish wedding on the 5th and Chinese wedding last night, the 11th. Going to weddings with my boyfriend naturally led to a discussion about "our potential" engagement. The discussion was kinda short lived, it caused him to get all stressed out. It probably gave him lots of headaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride home was horrible. My chair couldn't push back all the way since the guy behind me had major long legs. He could've sit up straight or even push back his own chair for extra room but he decided to be a jerk. I sat uncomfortably for 5 straight hours. However, I had a little bit of close up entertainment. The couple directly in front of me were making out pretty agressively. The girl talked like a valley girl using the words, "like, actually, and you know" while constantly flipping her hair side to side, to make her feel sorta sexy. I don't think the guy even cared what she was talking about. He cared more about what he wants from her...sicko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111863489202531229?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111863489202531229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111863489202531229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111863489202531229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111863489202531229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/06/weddings-headaches.html' title='Weddings &amp; Headaches'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111665085933797519</id><published>2005-05-21T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:53:10.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie trailer</title><content type='html'>My sister and I like to watch movie trailers from the yahoo website. A couple of days ago, Mary saw the nature documentary of penguins called "March of the Penguins".&lt;br /&gt;Check her web blog out, she updates hers frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://naeng-myun.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sis's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:" d="hv&amp;cf=" id="1808627803&amp;amp;mspid=" mfurl="http%3A%2F%2Fmediaframe.yahoo.com%2Flaunch%3Flid%3Dwmv-300-s.15324998-0%2Cwmv-56-s.15324993-0%2Cwmv-700-s.15325000-0%2Cwmv-100-s.15324996-0%26p%3Dmovies%26f%3D1808627803%26.spid%3D1808682940%26.dist%3DWarner%2520Independent%2520Pictures%26type%3Dt"&gt;March of the penguins movie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111665085933797519?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111665085933797519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111665085933797519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111665085933797519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111665085933797519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-trailer.html' title='Movie trailer'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111525811401049107</id><published>2005-05-04T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:57:29.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me something good to eat</title><content type='html'>What's going on in food industry!! Ever since the Wendy's "severed finger in the chili bowl" incident, severed fingers and other nasty surprises are now popping up in the news. Check out the following links. One man says he actually licked the severed finger, thinking it was candy. Ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/05/02/custard.finger.ap/?/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/05/02/custard.finger.ap/?/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7734025/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7734025/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111525811401049107?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111525811401049107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111525811401049107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111525811401049107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111525811401049107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/05/give-me-something-good-to-eat.html' title='Give me something good to eat'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111492484406028262</id><published>2005-05-01T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:21:34.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/air.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.&lt;br /&gt;With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/elementquiz.html"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was quite taken back with this answer, about my manic love style. I agree that being in love is great but and times can be stressful because thoughts race through about how the other person feels. But I'm not sure if description of my style matches with the picture of the couple. It looks like the woman is about to eat that man alive! Think I need to have some passion in my blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="400" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Style is Manic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/manic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is the ultimate rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you love to hold on tight and enjoy the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you fall in love, it feels like the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while it's exciting and exhilarating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also stressful and scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9259567-111492484406028262?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111492484406028262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111492484406028262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111492484406028262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111492484406028262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/05/your-element-is-air-you-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111492340855698581</id><published>2005-05-01T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:58:04.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Liz</title><content type='html'>Since publishing my profile from blogthings, I received some feedbacks.  Thought I might share some more you with guys =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chihuahua Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/chihuahua-puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small, high strung, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;You do best in the city with a adults - young kids could crush you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/puppyquiz/index.php"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&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/9259567-111492340855698581?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111492340855698581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111492340855698581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111492340855698581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111492340855698581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-liz.html' title='Just Liz'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111482711021447193</id><published>2005-04-29T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:23:19.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I knew it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Somewhat Normal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/somewhat-normal.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of your behavior is quite normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things you do are downright strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a little of your freak going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hownormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Normal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about living in Austin TX since Texas is like a foreign country to me.  Hololulu and Seattle sounds nice though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=200 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#99DDFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;American Cities That Best Fit You:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ADDAFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60% Austin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C2D6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Atlanta&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D6D3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Honolulu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBCFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55% Seattle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/americancitiesbestfitquiz/"&gt;Which American Cities Best Fit You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: serif; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ISFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nurturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFCCCD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #2 Match: ESFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE5E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.&lt;br /&gt;A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.&lt;br /&gt;You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFFECC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #3 Match: ISFP&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFEE5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gifted artist or musician (though your talents may be dormant right now).&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy spending your free time in nature, and you are good with animals and children.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, you enjoy bueaty in all its forms and live for the simple pleasures in life.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle, sensitive, and compassionate - you are good at recognizing people's unspoken needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good veterinarian, pediatrician, or composer.&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&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/9259567-111482711021447193?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111482711021447193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111482711021447193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111482711021447193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111482711021447193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/04/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111474660300339171</id><published>2005-04-28T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:50:03.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Story</title><content type='html'>Last week in the office, I was asked to help write shareholders' addresses on FedEx invoices and have packages mailed out. I was willing to help out since I needed a break from my dull work routine of creating spreadsheets.  So as I sat there, writing neatly to impress shareholders of how a bank employee's handwriting is great, I realize how stupid this is.  Is this what I have succumbed to, a college grad writing on FedEx invoices for an hour?!?  I need to get a real job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111474660300339171?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111474660300339171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111474660300339171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111474660300339171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111474660300339171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/04/office-story.html' title='Office Story'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111395466898717356</id><published>2005-04-19T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:47:38.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of being submissive</title><content type='html'>Today was not a good day at work. I had tensions between various co-workers that I'm wondering if I'm the one that's causing all of this mess.   Friends say I need to stick up for myself at work, but when I do, it doesn't come out the way I want it to. I feel that people are so hard on me and they assume right off the bat that I'm wrong. I'm tired of fighting for myself and I'm tired of losing.  Everyday is a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 years working "there", I did not accomplish anything. I work diligently with no praise or rewards.  The only thing I gained is to be submissive and the managers there like it that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111395466898717356?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111395466898717356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111395466898717356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111395466898717356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111395466898717356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/04/art-of-being-submissive.html' title='Art of being submissive'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111215570123266187</id><published>2005-03-29T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T23:13:36.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting it out- Big women, big jackets</title><content type='html'>I don't understand why big butt women think they can sit in a small space, situated between 2 people.  In the subway, this big fat lady squeezed herself and her ass between me and this poor Indian man. I swear, I couldn't breathe comfortably while sitting there. And trying to read my novel was unbearable since I had no room to open the book freely and turn the pages with ease.  I glanced at her with annoyance and caught a look from her like I'm invading her space! Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that's really annoying are people with big air-puff jackets. Why do teenagers wear big jackets (especially Northface jackets) when it's not freezing out? And ultra skinny guys wearing extra extra extra large jackets are not cool, they look quite ridiculous. Some don't even wear it on their backs; the jacket hangs out around the shoulders.  It's suppose to be a jacket not a shawl. At times, I like to tell them to deflate their jackets with a needle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111215570123266187?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111215570123266187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111215570123266187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111215570123266187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111215570123266187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/letting-it-out-big-women-big-jackets.html' title='Letting it out- Big women, big jackets'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111198026731911522</id><published>2005-03-27T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:30:59.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terri and Michael Schiavo</title><content type='html'>I recently viewed several blogs from this service and came across blogs each from Terri and Michael Schiavo.  Of course, these blogs are bogus and are not written by them, but I can't imagine why people would make something like this up.  They're real people (well I'm not sure about Terri) but for someone to write a fake autobiography based on current situation is quite sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dieterri.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111198026731911522?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111198026731911522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111198026731911522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111198026731911522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111198026731911522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/terri-and-michael-schiavo.html' title='Terri and Michael Schiavo'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111146458160359946</id><published>2005-03-21T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:12:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, at least I'm young at heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You Are 16 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&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/9259567-111146458160359946?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111146458160359946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111146458160359946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111146458160359946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111146458160359946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-at-least-im-young-at-heart.html' title='Well, at least I&apos;m young at heart.'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111110658612842203</id><published>2005-03-17T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:00:02.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimchi mania</title><content type='html'>There's good news that kimchi (korean spicy cabbage dish) may cure the "bird flu". Check out the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4347443.stm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4347443.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there who doesn't know what kimchi is, check this link for info. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Yeah, I know kimchi can smell bad (for foreigners out there) but a real good fermented kimchi taste so good! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimchi.or.kr/eng/main.jsp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.kimchi.or.kr/eng/main.jsp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111110658612842203?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111110658612842203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111110658612842203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111110658612842203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111110658612842203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/kimchi-mania.html' title='Kimchi mania'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111076050361593255</id><published>2005-03-13T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:03:52.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>Last week after receiving many complaints from my mom, I decided to clean my side of the room. I threw away old Wall Street Journals I promised to read but never read and some other nonvaluable items such as old documents and cosmetic items. Threw all these things into the trash bag and placed it in the front of the door, ready to be thrown out in the morning. The next day, I found my old cosmetic items- 2 year old Sheisdo facial lotions- on a table. Guess who took it out from the trash bag...? My mother. This is the person who wants to give away or throw away my valuable things but cannot reliniquish old facial lotions. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111076050361593255?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111076050361593255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111076050361593255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111076050361593255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111076050361593255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-111063174380095720</id><published>2005-03-12T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T07:49:03.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up around 6 in the morning by my mom.  She wanted me to create a "wanted experienced counter" poster for her store right before she heads out the door.  Got out of bed complaining that I need to get ready for work in a hour but then realized that today is Saturday. My mom chuckled at my realization..sigh. Can't sleep, been thinking about a lot of things like quiting my job, how insecure I can be,  moving out, and desire to grow emotionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-111063174380095720?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/111063174380095720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=111063174380095720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111063174380095720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/111063174380095720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/woke-up-around-6-in-morning-by-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110965438269673429</id><published>2005-03-01T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:24:36.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iPod engravings</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get some ideas on what to write for my bf's iPod and found a list on best and worst on ipod engraving. Here are some of my favorites, in no particular order. Had to place the numbers for easy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Music sold separately&lt;br /&gt;2) I last 8 hrs. You last 2 minutes, Who the Man&lt;br /&gt;3) iPod therefore iPoor&lt;br /&gt;4) There's No 'We' in 'iPod'&lt;br /&gt;5) Take me to your desktop&lt;br /&gt;6) Somewhere Bill Gates is listening&lt;br /&gt;7) Drop me once...and we're through!&lt;br /&gt;8) You touchy, I killy&lt;br /&gt;9) Pirates of the Ipod&lt;br /&gt;10) To be buried with me&lt;br /&gt;11) Thanks for writing on my back. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;12) I used to be a can of coke, now look at me ;(&lt;br /&gt;13) Please Don't Mug Me&lt;br /&gt;14) iNoLife&lt;br /&gt;15) my part-time lover&lt;br /&gt;16) I can't Believe it's not Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;17) Lord of the MP3's&lt;br /&gt;18) Available in any colour as long as its white&lt;br /&gt;19) iPod + iTunes = iHappy&lt;br /&gt;20) Full of songs I hate and never play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110965438269673429?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110965438269673429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110965438269673429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110965438269673429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110965438269673429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/03/ipod-engravings.html' title='iPod engravings'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110951323331866850</id><published>2005-02-27T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T09:08:38.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-Span Calculation</title><content type='html'>I reada stranger's blog from blogspot and found this. It's a life span calculator, gives you an idea of how old you'll be when you die. Very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fis.org/public/obiterdicta/lecalc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.fis.org/public/obiterdicta/lecalc.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110951323331866850?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110951323331866850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110951323331866850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110951323331866850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110951323331866850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-span-calculation.html' title='Life-Span Calculation'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110930829197862688</id><published>2005-02-25T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T08:55:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>British Comedy</title><content type='html'>Back in the 80's when I was a little girl, I used to watch this show on PBS (I think) called The Benny Hill Show. &lt;a href="http://www.vgernet.net/tpelkey/bennyhill/cheers.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.vgernet.net/tpelkey/bennyhill/cheers.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And back then I thought it was the funniest show with a little bit of a perverted twist since the old guy chased around beautiful girls. My bf (who 's also a fan) bought the dvd collection a while back and decided to watch it one day. We were looking forward to watching it since the show cancelled long ago and I remember myself cracking up and laughing as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we only watched about 5 episodes and they were not that funny. I don't know what happened, maybe my sense of humor changed and matured. I was kinda disappointed and  couldn't connect with the show's skits. I have to say the skits were quite simple. I think I got used to today's smart-ass jokes and forgot about how simple comedy was back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think about another show called "Mr. Bean". The first time I watched it, I was rolling on the floor laughing. Now, I just smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrbean.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.mrbean.co.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Benny Hill fans, check out the website. It features President Bush in Benny Hill's style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toostupidtobepresident.com/shockwave/bennyhill.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.toostupidtobepresident.com/shockwave/bennyhill.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110930829197862688?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110930829197862688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110930829197862688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110930829197862688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110930829197862688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/02/british-comedy.html' title='British Comedy'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110843196604386579</id><published>2005-02-14T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:46:06.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/4817914/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4817914_fe675d8c09_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/4817914/"&gt;Joy&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/20794656@N00/"&gt;liz1125&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My little Joy, waiting for his walk.  His t-shirt says "My dog is my baby". =P&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110843196604386579?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110843196604386579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110843196604386579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843196604386579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843196604386579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/02/joy_14.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110843162193563172</id><published>2005-02-14T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:40:21.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetie pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/4817918/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/4817918_40308cb3ba_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/4817918/"&gt;sweetie pie&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/20794656@N00/"&gt;liz1125&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110843162193563172?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110843162193563172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110843162193563172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843162193563172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843162193563172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/02/sweetie-pie.html' title='sweetie pie'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110843004059022787</id><published>2005-02-14T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:16:24.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up around 6:15 this morning to walk my dog and found my precious stuff animals in a plastic trash bag near the front door. I totally freaked out since these are in good conditions, like my beanie babies which will be valuable someday. My mom was planning to give them away to her employees' children without my consent. (talk about employees' benefits) I can't believe she secretly took my dolls and my sister's from the selves, it's not like they were already in a bag ready to be dumped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I are planning to set up a lock or some alarm system in our bedroom so mom won't steal our things. Yeah, I know it's sad but what can you do when your own &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt; takes things away without telling you. My mom is notorious for being that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110843004059022787?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110843004059022787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110843004059022787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843004059022787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110843004059022787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-woke-up-around-615-this-morning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110524341872113819</id><published>2005-01-08T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:18:44.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas gift</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend gave me the 4th generation ipod for Christmas, which is pretty cool to have but compressing and importing music files can be such a pain in the butt. It takes too long to compress the files, I feel like my whole week has been devoted to building a music library alone. Hopefully compressing the music files before importing will allow me to put more than 10,000 songs... lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110524341872113819?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110524341872113819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110524341872113819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110524341872113819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110524341872113819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/01/christmas-gift.html' title='Christmas gift'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110506081593963645</id><published>2005-01-06T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T20:20:15.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Combover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/3041154/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.flickr.com/3041154_a81543d1d2_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20794656@N00/3041154/"&gt;Combover&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/20794656@N00/"&gt;liz1125&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For all the men out there, please do not do a combover.  It only looks good on dogs!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110506081593963645?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110506081593963645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110506081593963645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110506081593963645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110506081593963645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2005/01/combover_06.html' title='Combover'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110395637709957310</id><published>2004-12-25T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:32:57.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Can't believe it's Christmas already! Merry Christmas everyone, (echos...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110395637709957310?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110395637709957310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110395637709957310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110395637709957310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110395637709957310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110369547676029586</id><published>2004-12-22T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:24:28.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not poetic </title><content type='html'>I can't seem to write any inspirational messages on christmas cards to my co-workers and managers. All I kept writing was a generic bland message, "Wishing you a Merry Christmas and prosperous New Year!", how boring is that. What I really wanted to write was, "Another day, another year, time wasted here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110369547676029586?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110369547676029586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110369547676029586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110369547676029586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110369547676029586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-poetic.html' title='Not poetic '/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110238629273651307</id><published>2004-12-06T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:33:36.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC subway</title><content type='html'>The strangest thing happened on my way to work this morning- I saw 2 women fist fighting on the subway platform in Times Square. This all happened at the bottom of the stairs near the 7 train line. I assume one pushed the other in order to get a seat on the crowded train.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I only got a glimpse of the Hispanic woman punching the Asian girl's face. I couldn't stay long to see the whole thing since I had to catch another train. (sigh...) only in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110238629273651307?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110238629273651307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110238629273651307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110238629273651307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110238629273651307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2004/12/nyc-subway.html' title='NYC subway'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9259567.post-110102039308253040</id><published>2004-11-21T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T02:09:56.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is my first entry to the world of blog. How exciting...and scary. The reason why I created this blog is to write a comment on my boyfriend's blog. (The only way to do so was to create an account) How sneaky is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9259567-110102039308253040?l=whoisliz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/feeds/110102039308253040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9259567&amp;postID=110102039308253040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110102039308253040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9259567/posts/default/110102039308253040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whoisliz.blogspot.com/2004/11/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03803695269143406490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://photos5.flickr.com/5389881_c401f1f829_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
