<?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-8289582819107946665</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:31:13.971-04:00</updated><category term='Korea'/><category term='latika'/><category term='new york city'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Korean Air'/><category term='jet lag'/><category term='penguin'/><category term='Journal Drawings.'/><category term='Kanye'/><category term='maip internship'/><category term='music'/><category term='still waiting'/><category term='screenplay'/><category term='Comic'/><category term='KAWS'/><category term='book'/><category term='Cleveland Cavaliers'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='album'/><category term='life'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='home'/><category term='Jamie Chung'/><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='movie'/><category term='hybrids'/><category term='interview'/><category term='Plane'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Freshman Year'/><category term='chuck e. cheese'/><category term='Fast and Furious Review'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='Dragonball Evolution'/><category term='sale'/><category term='job hunt'/><category term='sleepless'/><category term='24'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>The End of the Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2933267858067196332</id><published>2009-11-25T17:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:48:04.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I've got a new blog.  Blogger has good features, but it also has some that need to be refined.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can find me here at &lt;a href="http://adamchang.tumblr.com/"&gt;Skinny Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed the layout, I think it's much cleaner now.  I also added a playlist at the very bottom. Just because I like music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I like to have a lot of text and compliment them with pictures, which I can do on Blogger, albeit painstakingly.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tumblr is a little different, but I'll make it work.  I promise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2933267858067196332?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2933267858067196332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2933267858067196332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2933267858067196332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2933267858067196332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6682031914528025668</id><published>2009-10-29T01:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:30:56.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back A Classic + Updated Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SukoR7sAr7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/F-WX169NQcY/s1600-h/costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SukoR7sAr7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/F-WX169NQcY/s400/costume.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397889916925423538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't think of a practical way to be "Techno Panda."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, nobody would know what I was except maybe 2 people, and neither are going to be remotely close in proximity this Halloween.  (Aug &amp;amp; Devin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to bring back the Care Bear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically, Harmony Bear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture to the right is in fact the exact same costume I have, just not in that form.  Mine's decapitated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the limbs are chopped off.  I did keep that pinwheel of colors intact though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into a problem today.  I still have the head.  I looked through my stuff to find the limbs, and I could only find one of the legs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I could be half care bear, half human?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The costume has only been used FOR REAL on two occasions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAA's (Asian American Association @ Ohio State) Halloween party (2006?)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a costume party, and EVERYONE loved our costumes (Aug &amp;amp; I).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost to some little girl in some ugly mask, and I'm pretty sure she looked better with the mask on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that last part might have been a lie, but the point is, we should have won that contest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second time I only wore the head piece.  We were playing flag football and it was cold.  It kept my head warm.  I also probably played the best game of flag football I've ever played that night.  And guess what?  I was wearing the head piece the whole time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the most part, good things happen when I wear it.  Yeah, we didn't win the contest, but people loved the costume.  It's like winning the popular vote, but not actually winning the election.  I feel you Al Gore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not expecting great things by wearing this costume.  Why?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; something awesome* is going to happen.   (please see bottom for *)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to celebrate Halloween again and I hope you are too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aren't able to celebrate, go buy some candy and eat it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or throw an egg at someone/something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What ever brings back memories of Halloween.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to take lots of pictures.  Maybe some videos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, be safe and stay warm!  Unless you live by the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* "Awesome" doesn't necessarily mean that it will be awesome at that given moment.  Something awful can happen, but after a certain amount of time it can be &lt;b&gt;remembered&lt;/b&gt; as an "awesome" event, which would effectively make it "awesome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6682031914528025668?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6682031914528025668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6682031914528025668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6682031914528025668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6682031914528025668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-back-classic.html' title='Bringing Back A Classic + Updated Playlist'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SukoR7sAr7I/AAAAAAAAAvw/F-WX169NQcY/s72-c/costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6583204370484398039</id><published>2009-10-21T15:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:05:04.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>I need ideas for a Halloween costume!  I'm still not 100% where I'll be celebrating it, but if I am, I need a costume.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a couple ideas, both are in the "unlikely" list, but ideas none the less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Panda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/St9o4Su9SpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ic1khfIMrvM/s400/panda+costume.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395146194923899538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Techno Viking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/St9o4o-lDZI/AAAAAAAAAvo/_yGvujlVjEo/s400/techno+viking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395146200894999954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note:  For Techno Viking I would need a body suit, a blonde wig/facial hair, green shorts, and some Scandinavian bling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6583204370484398039?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6583204370484398039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6583204370484398039' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6583204370484398039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6583204370484398039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/St9o4Su9SpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/ic1khfIMrvM/s72-c/panda+costume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4667681800764385634</id><published>2009-10-09T16:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:46:26.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend sent me this link a while back.&lt;div&gt;It's fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/OB3ceGXtj_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/OB3ceGXtj_M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4667681800764385634?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4667681800764385634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4667681800764385634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4667681800764385634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4667681800764385634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/10/friend-sent-me-this-link-while-back.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5872953947472453889</id><published>2009-10-08T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:33:50.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jet lag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  I've been back for a week and maybe one day now.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived last Wednesday, and then Thursday night went up to New York City.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an interview on Friday, then I hung out with friends and family until Sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those few days were so difficult.  Not only because of the interview, but because of jet lag.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hung out with friends Friday night, and I hit a wall around 6pm.  Had a few drinks and we left the bar(s) around 9 or 10pm.  Passed out on the subway, but woke up right as the train pulled up to our stop.  That's always a surprisingly good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some chicken and rice and went to my friends house.  Ate 5 bites and then realized I had no appetite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked with friends for a good hour, and then I started losing it.  I had to sleep.  So I curled up in fetal position on a couch and closed my eyes while still talking to friends, who were sitting on the adjacent couch.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next things I remember, it's pitch black, and the clock reads 3:30am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then I've been waking up before or at 10am.  Which is great cause now I can enjoy the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just have to find something productive to do besides find a job.  Which should consume all of my time in theory, but after applying to a few places every couple days, and then having to look for openings, it only takes a few hours a day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, since I wake up way earlier than I used to, I have a lot of down time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started reading Pandora's Star.  A 988 page science fiction book.  This should take me a while.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next update will have multimedia (ie video, photos, or both)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5872953947472453889?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5872953947472453889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5872953947472453889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5872953947472453889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5872953947472453889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/10/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6891796782225801444</id><published>2009-09-29T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:00:45.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm comin' home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6891796782225801444?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6891796782225801444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6891796782225801444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6891796782225801444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6891796782225801444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-comin-home.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5432689543277078743</id><published>2009-09-19T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:38:14.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Might Need A Sleep Aid</title><content type='html'>I went to bed over an hour ago, but per usual, I can't sleep&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so bad at falling asleep.  I know the problem.  I think too much.  I just can't stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell my mind to stop thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to not think as much (don't ask how).  I've tried various methods that people have told me to try.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All have failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself, maybe if I had someone to talk to.  But I don't think that would solve anything.  I could write in my moleskin everything that goes on in my brain, and then I'd probably have to buy a new moleskin or two.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every blog entry I have has the potential to be the longest blog entry I've ever typed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to, but I don't have that luxury here (in Korea).  At least not anymore.  I miss having friends around me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is so mundane when you don't have anything to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so weird.  I used to love being by myself.  Being a homebody.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't stand it.  Such a big change, and it happened out of the blue.  I don't remember when I started feeling this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to hang out all the time, and enjoy the moment.  I guess that's sort of a good thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's also bad because I might lose focus on what's important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Jeju Island in 6.5 hours.  I'll have my thoughts and pictures of Jeju up on my &lt;a href="http://adaminkorea.tumblr.com"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Facebook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Buckeyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5432689543277078743?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5432689543277078743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5432689543277078743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5432689543277078743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5432689543277078743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-might-need-sleep-aid.html' title='I Think I Might Need A Sleep Aid'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4585026594582747799</id><published>2009-09-08T08:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:18:17.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yonsei KLI summer session has officially ended.  Last Thursday.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a good experience.  I can't say for certain that I felt completely challenged, but I definitely have a lot more to learn with regards to the Korean language.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I didn't really take the course as seriously as I had wanted to.  But it doesn't matter now.  At least I passed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I need to find a speaking partner when I go back home.  I don't care if they're Korean American, or straight up Korean.  I just want to have someone to speak Korean with.  Family excluded.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not very good at reading in Korean, so I should read some more books too.  I don't think my speaking is all that bad, except that I speak with an accent.  An accent that I can't even hear.  But everyone else seems to be able to hear it.  It's not really a problem, in fact, it probably makes me sound more native, but I'd like to hear the difference for myself.  How can I change something I don't notice?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And although my speaking is not my biggest weakness, I still find it to be difficult.  I don't want to make mistakes when I speak, and I don't know why, because it's not my first language.  But my face says otherwise.  I have to be fearless in my approach to speaking Korean.  And life in general.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So since KLI has ended, and for the most part I have said my goodbyes, I'm back to being a bum.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have no reason to wake up early.  But that's fine.  I like sleeping in while I can.  I just don't want to make it a habit.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been starting to walk around parts of Seoul again.  I wish I had a friend here with me in Korea from the beginning.  Someone to explore the city with, someone to take trips with.  I think that's what I've been missing since December.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is a balance of random and constants.  I feel as if my life is a little out of balance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to hurry and settle down somewhere (not permanently), so I can restore the balance of my life.  Normally I'm not in a hurry to do things, but this is different.  I think 9 months out of college is long enough.  I can't do this for more than a year.  Granted, it might not be my choice, but for everything that is my choice, I want to make the right ones and move on.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Korea has been good to me.  I lost roughly 20 pounds while still eating delicious food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to miss the people that I met, and I'm going to hope that all our paths cross in the future.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to try and blog more during my last few weeks in Korea.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4585026594582747799?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4585026594582747799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4585026594582747799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4585026594582747799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4585026594582747799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/09/yonsei-kli-summer-session-has.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2640458123452627317</id><published>2009-09-01T07:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:37:07.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a blog?!</title><content type='html'>So it's been a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to update my playlist, and I haven't been listening to much new music anyways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stay in Korea is coming to an end.  In about a month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done with the Yonsei KLI program this Thursday though.  It was a good experience.  It could have been better.  But what's the point in talking about that?  I didn't get stellar grades.  I didn't even get good grades.  But I passed, and right now, that's all I really care about.  I passed the final by playing more arcade games, pool, and singing at karaoke than studying the days before the test(s).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather in Korea is starting to cool down.  I guess I'm a little sad that I won't be able to experience Fall in Korea.  Or, at least all of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go back home though.  But I'm not sure why.  I have no friends in Virginia and I have no job.  I don't even necessarily like being at "home."  I don't even have a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side, everything here in Korea will change within 2 weeks.  Almost everyone I have come to know will be gone.  Cecil might come and visit, and I really hope he does, cause it would be great to see some other MAIPers in another country.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I'm going from "no life" to "no life."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course when I get home, I'm going to resume my job search full force.  I will visit people in New York, and hopefully in other states (depending on how much money I have).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should have just stayed in Ohio.  At least I would probably still have a car, and be living by myself (maybe).  I'd know the roads.  I'd have friends, sort of.  I could always make new friends, or so I'd like to think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in Ohio was so easy.  Life in Virginia has the potential to be like that, but there are too many things I don't know about it.  It's foreign to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seoul is more home to me than Fairfax, Virginia.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do miss Five Guys though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm trying to be more health conscious these days.  I know my family has a history of heart problems, and I'm at the point in life where my body starts to slow down.  I haven't been to the gym in over a month, so maybe I'll start running when I get back.  (How many times do you think I've said that in the past?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still so many things I want to do in Korea.  I just haven't been able to find people to do them with.  I've never been to Insa-dong, Namsan Tower, the COEX mall aquarium, and probably a bunch of other things.  Maybe I just set the itinerary for when Cecil comes to visit. Cecil, if you read this, we're doing this.  Plus eating a ton of food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho.  I probably won't update for at least a week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, stay classy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2640458123452627317?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2640458123452627317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2640458123452627317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2640458123452627317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2640458123452627317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-blog.html' title='I have a blog?!'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6930842191663796538</id><published>2009-08-19T11:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:24:25.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging used to be so easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6930842191663796538?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6930842191663796538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6930842191663796538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6930842191663796538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6930842191663796538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-used-to-be-so-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2267105678799432748</id><published>2009-08-01T04:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:36:24.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being in Korea.  But at times I want out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at the point where I don't know what I want. &lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-2267105678799432748?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2267105678799432748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2267105678799432748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2267105678799432748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2267105678799432748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-already-time-is-flying-by.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5773763225719456285</id><published>2009-07-16T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:05:27.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally updated the July Playlist.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have any major updates.  Except that I'm going to Japan this Sunday till Tuesday.  I have to leave the country cause I don't have a visa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;US citizens can stay in Korea w/o a visa for 90 days, but my 90 days are almost up, so I'm gonna go out and then come back.  I'll ruin my perfect attendance, but it's going to be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been to Japan, and I've wanted to go real bad for the past 5 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be in Tokyo and exploring the city with my dad for 3 days.  It should be great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-5773763225719456285?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5773763225719456285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5773763225719456285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5773763225719456285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5773763225719456285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-updated-july-playlist.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-9205101002787392655</id><published>2009-07-11T06:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T07:09:17.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Slhyk9CS3TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/r1QBDAu4X4M/s1600-h/IMG_4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Slhyk9CS3TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/r1QBDAu4X4M/s400/IMG_4085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357157735942249778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick.&lt;div&gt;My voice is gone (sore throat + talking a lot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where my money goes, because when I get home, and check my wallet the next day, the money's not there.  Nobody took it, I just can't remember where and how much of it I used.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My memory gets blurry at times.  Mostly cause of late nights.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't do it any other way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No regrets, except maybe the "spending too much money" part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Considering not drinking for a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) red face is not a good look for me (and isn't good for my health)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) my wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to go to the Valley Rock Festival here in Korea.  I can't decide which days to go.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm going the first day (Friday) for sure, cause Weezer's headlining.  I heard Priscilla Ahn is playing on Saturday, so I'd like to see that, although I don't know what time she's performing. The Airborne Toxic Event is also playing on Saturday. Maybe Sunday, cause I'd like to see Oasis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to go to the Mud Festival, but there is some rash that people are getting from the mud...  messed up right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to maximize EACH DAY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Augustine's in town!  The room mates are reunited again!  We're both a little busy the next 2 weeks (or at least he is, my plans are all tentative) but afterwards, hilarity will ensue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm meeting great people.  And I'm pretty happy with life right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incase you are interested, I update my Tumblr blog a little more regularly.  Most of my pics will be posted there, along with random things about Korea, or how I feel about Korea.  And again, check my facebook for ALL my pictures.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to change my playlist for July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get to that asap...next week.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-9205101002787392655?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/9205101002787392655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=9205101002787392655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/9205101002787392655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/9205101002787392655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-update.html' title='Life update'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Slhyk9CS3TI/AAAAAAAAAvY/r1QBDAu4X4M/s72-c/IMG_4085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6191765090163232087</id><published>2009-07-04T13:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:41:14.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sk-UMAYiXVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eRiLVsAwL5o/s1600-h/IMG_4027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sk-UMAYiXVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eRiLVsAwL5o/s400/IMG_4027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354661415949065554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so tired these days!  I can fall asleep ANYWHERE.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda of sick of clubbing at the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the same club three nights in a row.  Each time with different people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all fun, but now I just want to relax.  See stuff during the day you know?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy the nights, but I'm not trying to live a life of monotony.  I don't want to go drinking every night, and I don't want to go to the same pubs and clubs (unintentional rhyme).  I mean, I like having a nice "go-to" place, but why limit oneself?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korea has so much to offer.  I just have to seek it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm totally down to drink and club while in Korea, but I'm not in a rush.  I have so much time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm just getting old.  It takes me way longer to recover from a long night than it used to, that's for sure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this rock festival that a friend told me about, and I did some research.  It's at the end of the month, and there are going to be some awesome bands performing.  It's a 3 day event, and all the big bands are split up during the 3 days.  I have to see Priscilla Ahn.  Again.  I'm not obsessed with her anymore, but she's still a personal favorite.  Saw her in Cleveland, Hoboken, and I would love to add Seoul to that list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is, Weezer's gonna be there!  Yeah, so they aren't as great as in the past, but w/e they're Weezer!  and I love my late 90's alternative!&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6191765090163232087?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6191765090163232087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6191765090163232087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6191765090163232087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6191765090163232087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sk-UMAYiXVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/eRiLVsAwL5o/s72-c/IMG_4027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2481149803546642411</id><published>2009-06-29T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:21:20.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting Gears</title><content type='html'>I'm moving my "BlogKorea" to my tumblr account.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AdamInKorea.tumblr.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue to update this blog too, but for the purpose of blogging about Korea, tumblr is way easier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, nobody wants to read about me complain about thing anyways.  But if you do (which you don't) I'll still be updating this blog, like I said earlier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll have to change the name again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2481149803546642411?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2481149803546642411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2481149803546642411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2481149803546642411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2481149803546642411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/shifting-gears.html' title='Shifting Gears'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8458644020164171992</id><published>2009-06-24T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:55:32.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkJMHvd_COI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nHg-ZZKGL0w/s1600-h/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkJMHvd_COI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nHg-ZZKGL0w/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923003154598114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really, but sometimes I like to think I'm special.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really confused as to why they had to cancel orientation, which was scheduled to happen earlier today (6/24).  Their main concern is the H1N1 virus, aka Swine Flu.  They were worried that someone might have it, and it might spread during orientation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they do away with orientation and go straight to starting school the very next day (6/25).  So isn't the "threat" still the same?  We are going to meet in the same building everyday anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty stupid if you ask me.  But nobody is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I forgot to mention, we were supposed to find out what level we placed into during orientation, now we all have to do it before class starts at 9am.  There are a ton of kids.  I half expect to be waiting in a long ass line at 8:59am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should sleep soon.  I have to wake up early and get in line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy my random picture of a watermelon flavor popsicle.  It was delicious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8458644020164171992?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8458644020164171992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8458644020164171992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8458644020164171992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8458644020164171992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-day-tomorrow.html' title='Big Day Tomorrow...'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkJMHvd_COI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nHg-ZZKGL0w/s72-c/IMG_3869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-369835980756786113</id><published>2009-06-23T12:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:11:27.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkEMkGp5cJI/AAAAAAAAAus/v_76urknYjo/s1600-h/IMG_3091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkEMkGp5cJI/AAAAAAAAAus/v_76urknYjo/s400/IMG_3091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350571646694027410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took my placement test on Monday (6/22).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I brought my camera with me that day.  When I got to the front entrance of the KLI building, I was stopped by a woman with a list of names.  She asked me my name, and I told her, then she checked me off, and let me through.  I was then stopped again at the actual door.  This time, a woman in a white mask asks me to come to her, and lean forward a little.  She sticks a thermometer in my ear (with plastic cover of course).  She messes up the first time, and then has to stick the thing back in my ear.  FINALLY I get inside.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I head downstairs to room 121, which I thought was funny because usually when room numbers start with 1xx, they are on the first floor.  I see a ton of people of all ages.  Mostly asian of course, but I saw several Caucasians, and a few Hispanics.  There were a ton of Japanese and Chinese people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all sat in this lecture hall, and then the program coordinator went over a few things in Korean, then English.  Then another lady came on stage and said the same speech in Japanese, then another lady does it in Chinese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was rather boring.  We then received slips of paper with random room numbers.  Those were our testing rooms.  The placement test consisted of two tests.  There was a written exam, and a speaking portion, which they called an interview.  The written exam wasn't too bad, we were instructed to go as far as we could, which I did.  But the interview was a little tricky.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My main problem with speaking Korean is vocabulary.   This lady was asking me simple questions at first, but as the interview progressed, she started busting out words that were probably very simple, but baffled me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is supposed to be an orientation today, but because of the "H1N1 virus," it has been cancelled.  Classes still begin on Thursday, June 25.  I'll know what level I'm in when I go to school that day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I learn a lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-369835980756786113?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/369835980756786113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=369835980756786113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/369835980756786113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/369835980756786113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SkEMkGp5cJI/AAAAAAAAAus/v_76urknYjo/s72-c/IMG_3091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1701371305291191823</id><published>2009-06-16T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:43:53.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Over A Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SjfZyfk8i1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mRnDF9Jsx6w/s1600-h/IMG_3856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SjfZyfk8i1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mRnDF9Jsx6w/s400/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347982544018901842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's how long I've been in Korea.  Seems a lot longer though.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be known that I have been working out every (week)day since May 18.  That's like a personal best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately though I've been eating like crap.  I had burger and fries last Friday, a HUGE brunch meal on Saturday, burgers again on Monday, and today I had a decent sized roast chicken omurice for lunch, and dinner I had pizza and pasta, 2 macaroons, some "Bibim Myun," a noodle dish (my dad ate 1/2), and samples at E-Mart.  You can never say no to a free sample...especially if it's a potsticker.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think with my workouts, I'm balancing it out?  I need to not do that though, and tip the scale in favor of health.  It's a shame that most delicious foods are bad for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been more social as of late.  I've hung out with a few friends, and I've been going to my friend's church.  It's a little far, as in it takes a long time, to get there.  But, I think it's a good way to meet people.  And I'm more active on Sundays again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting anxious for classes to start.  I wonder what level I'll be in.  I wonder what my class will be like.  I wonder if I'll be that quiet kid, or if I'll be more of a social butterfly. (past evidence puts the former at a higher possibility) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'll just have to wait and see!  I take my placement test this coming Monday (6/22) then the following Wednesday (6/24) is orientation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this is my minor (but kinda major) dilemma.  I usually start my workouts between 10am-12pm.  But my classes start at 9am till 1pm.  I don't want to make it a habit of going to the gym after class, cause that's the time I want to spend hanging out with friends/making new friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend about 2 hours at the gym (workout+shower).  The gym opens at 6am.  Duh, there's my solution.  But that's much easier said than done.  The earliest I've gone is 8:30am, and that was damn hard.  I can't imagine myself going to the gym at 6am, getting done by 8am, then going home to drop off my gym bag, pick up my book bag, then take the bus or subway near campus and walk up a hill by 9am.  If I did that, I'd accomplish more in 3 hours, than I would in one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, maybe I should start going at 6.  Supposedly working out in the morning is better for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can just imagine dropping a weight on myself cause I'm so tired.  Or falling asleep while using the treadmill.  I hope nothing like that happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my life so far.  I guess I didn't really update about Korea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some things you need to know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Korean's (from Korea) are the most unapologetic people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Not everything in Korea is cheaper.  I'd rather shop at a mall in the U.S. than a mall here in Korea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Popsicles, are WAY better here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-So is Pizza Hut.  Pizza Hut in Korea PWNS Pizza Hut in America, except it's way more expensive too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You don't need to hold doors for people, cause they won't hold em for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You don't have to tip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If you're under the age of 40, sitting down in the subway car, and some grandma or grandpa is standing around, you give your seat to them.  I'd hope you'd do that anywhere though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today, I was thinking about random things that I couldn't resist.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the top-5 things I cannot resist (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) an itch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) watching/reading up on cleveland professional sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) a delicious burger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) checking my email and social networks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) hanging out with friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was harder than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1701371305291191823?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1701371305291191823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1701371305291191823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1701371305291191823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1701371305291191823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-over-month.html' title='A Little Over A Month'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SjfZyfk8i1I/AAAAAAAAAuk/mRnDF9Jsx6w/s72-c/IMG_3856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5805985906694007351</id><published>2009-06-10T13:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:01:57.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Look Forward (or Up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Si_0XyXm5qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6-QerlhlQGk/s1600-h/The+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Si_0XyXm5qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6-QerlhlQGk/s400/The+Family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345759972207027874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a a year since MAIP 2008.  The summer that put things into perspective for me.  The summer where I discovered where I wanted to be.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now MAIP 2009 has started, and people, just like me, are embarking on a summer of a lifetime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear news of friends getting internships, jobs, and getting into grad school.  I couldn't be more happy for each and every one of them.  But I can't help but ask myself, "When is it my turn? When do I move on?"  I hate missing out on fun, exciting times.  I feel like things always get more interesting when I leave.  But it's up to me where I end up.  Lets hope I'm SUPERDUPER motivated when I get back.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think that all the time, so it's nothing special...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's starting to heat up here, but the past couple days have been surprisingly cool, probably because it's been cloudy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get a little bored here to be honest.  I know a few people out here, but we all have our own schedules.  Or rather, they have their schedules, and I have mine (or lack there of).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little busy the past couple weeks just applying to the program and seeing family and touring random folk villages with my cousin's parents-in-law.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I'm totally free.  I just work out everyday.  I'll be trying to schedule meetings soon with people.  But not now.  Now it's time for bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I go, I just want to let everyone know that I miss them very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More, serious, update on Korea later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5805985906694007351?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5805985906694007351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5805985906694007351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5805985906694007351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5805985906694007351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-look-forward-or-up.html' title='Must Look Forward (or Up)'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Si_0XyXm5qI/AAAAAAAAAuc/6-QerlhlQGk/s72-c/The+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3760433887033730295</id><published>2009-06-01T14:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:39:37.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June Jamboree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SiQdsKUOXVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BzKnHLuY4-I/s1600-h/IMG_3383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SiQdsKUOXVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BzKnHLuY4-I/s400/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342427702488882514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been in Korea for a month.  Almost.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I joined my gym last month, I also signed up for a "semi personal training" program.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started yesterday, and goes on till June 30.  So basically I get 3 weeks of "semi P.T."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trainer just shows me how to do certain work outs, then goes to work with other members, then comes back to check up.  It seems like a waste of money.  It also seems as if it's their job to do that for ALL members.  But people have to make money right?  Might as well find ways to charge customers for something that should otherwise be free.  If it's not 1 on 1 training, you shouldn't have to pay for it.  Unless you think otherwise.  Anyways, I'm working out regularly, and my goal is to lose 10 kg, or approximately 20.05 lbs, in 3 months.  My gym membership expires in a little over 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I was out here, I lost 14 pounds in 3 weeks, but I was basically starving myself (drinking this powder with water for every meal).  The majority of the 14 pounds I lost was muscle.  Despite the fact that I worked out every weekday during that time.  I had no energy.  It was basically one of the worst 3 weeks of my life.  Didn't help that I'm in Korea, land of delicious food.  So this time I'm taking a slower approach.  I don't know if I'll be able to reach my goal, just because I don't know how my body will respond.  But I will try my best.  I hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two Fridays I've visited the dentist.  He's an old family friend, so he hooks us up.  I haven't been to the dentist in years, so I was glad I went.  Sort of.  I had 4 cavities, and had them cleaned out.  I also got my one wisdom tooth pulled out.  It was a bit of a surprise though, cause I didn't find out he was taking it out until I sat down in that awfully uncomfortable chair.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My teeth are still a little sore, but the pain is manageable without painkillers, but I have them just incase.  To my surprise, I don't have swollen cheeks.  Or rather, cheek.  This disappointed a few friends.  I was a little disappointed too.  I was ready to take a lot of self portraits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something I don't like doing.  You know, like holding the camera out and taking a picture of yourself, usually from an angle, whether up or down,  depending on your mood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care if other people do it.  I mean, I do, but whatever I'm not them.  People can do what every they want to do, as long as it makes them happy, regardless of what I or others think.  But if it doesn't make you happy, don't do it, cause it's counterproductive.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT there is one time you shouldn't be taking self portraits.  That's when you're in the car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifically the driver seat.  In the middle of traffic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this girl doing exactly that.  She must have taken like 10 pictures of herself.  I think 1-3 is fine.  But 10?  That's borderline narcissism.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost done applying to Yonsei's KLI program.  The website's a piece of shit, so I have to go in for scheduling.  I also have to submit my transcript.  I'm also not sure if they got my essay or not, cause the website is worthless.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I start classes, I should be pretty busy, and things should start to be more fun.  Not that I'm not having a great time now.  I am, but it's more of a, "I'm doing nothing" kind of fun.  I need more "experience new things" kind of fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new month, so that means new playlist.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this playlist.  I mixed in a few oldies but goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I upload all my pictures onto Facebook.  It's easier that way, unless someone has a better idea.  Then tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3760433887033730295?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3760433887033730295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3760433887033730295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3760433887033730295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3760433887033730295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-jamboree.html' title='June Jamboree'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SiQdsKUOXVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BzKnHLuY4-I/s72-c/IMG_3383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3402224574720606205</id><published>2009-05-20T07:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:13:16.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea Thus Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/ShP9PtSuXCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sm48PopkDRY/s1600-h/IMG_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/ShP9PtSuXCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sm48PopkDRY/s400/IMG_3156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337888429662166050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been in Korea for about a week and a half.  Seems like I've been here much longer though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing.  Lets hope it's good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I went down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daegu&lt;/span&gt;, which I thought was my hometown.  My parents both grew up there.  I was even born there.  But I recently found out that my mom was pregnant with me in Seoul most of the time, and when I was due, my parents went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daegu&lt;/span&gt; to some catholic hospital.  They mainly went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Daegu&lt;/span&gt; so that my grandparents could be there when I was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after that, we moved back up to Seoul.  This whole time I though my parents lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Daegu&lt;/span&gt;, had both my sister and me, then moved to Seoul.  Not the case.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a big deal though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like Seoul's mass transit system.  The subway system is super clean.  It's just as clean, if not cleaner than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DC's&lt;/span&gt; Metro.  I'm not sure about Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART), cause I've never seen it, but Seoul's subway system is very very clean.  I noticed the subway cars are wider too, which means more standing room, and room for people to exit the car without having to crawl over people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at all that space!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/ShP67oN7LhI/AAAAAAAAAto/LVF-eST25AU/s400/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885885679218194" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me going through the gate to catch a train. (you can hear the beep of the sensor as it reads the card in my wallet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd038fdb843e3c3b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd038fdb843e3c3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330391031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D291294BFD523C9DC78F936BEBA1508F9627C74DB.39838E7D8BFA66E4508A204B097AC8A1CCA35C4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd038fdb843e3c3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0V2zrrTwqJjIWxjZw2Qm-x4ZZT8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd038fdb843e3c3b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330391031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D291294BFD523C9DC78F936BEBA1508F9627C74DB.39838E7D8BFA66E4508A204B097AC8A1CCA35C4E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd038fdb843e3c3b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0V2zrrTwqJjIWxjZw2Qm-x4ZZT8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although not installed at all stations, some stops have automatic sliding doors that open up once the train stops and train doors open.  Creating a barrier between the platform and the track.  Suicide prevention?  I think it looks neat, regardless of it's purpose.  Here's a video to show you visually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b4a8fa93aa6d407" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b4a8fa93aa6d407%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330391031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D728E88EFC90DC88408B6B4C97F6BE09AC0C3C624.32B4D8B77B39D160DB2B6CEEF1D558DB75B8366E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4a8fa93aa6d407%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtwKWzBm2G5pE9wbxN8G0NLeAGfw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b4a8fa93aa6d407%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330391031%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D728E88EFC90DC88408B6B4C97F6BE09AC0C3C624.32B4D8B77B39D160DB2B6CEEF1D558DB75B8366E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4a8fa93aa6d407%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtwKWzBm2G5pE9wbxN8G0NLeAGfw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buses look pretty old, but they work just fine.  Not much to say about the bus, cause it's a bus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The subway system in New York uses the Metro card, where you slide it at the turnstile.  In Seoul, most people (like 95%) use an equivalent of a Metro card, except you put the card on a sensor and it beeps.  It's much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;eco&lt;/span&gt;-friendly.  It can read through your wallet and some bags (purses) too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They utilize the same system on the buses too.  The cool thing is, when you get off the bus and scan your card at the sensor (they have sensors at the back of the bus too), you can ride the buses for free for an hour.  So say you are transferring to another bus, you don't have to pay twice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the massive amounts of people who use public transit, the roads are always packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Taxis&lt;/span&gt; aren't yellow, but they are easy to spot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as always, the food is great.  I'm not in a huge rush to eat everything now though.  I'm taking my time cause I know I'm gonna be here for a while.  Regardless, I've eaten quite well since I've been here, and have gained a little weight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently joined a fitness club to try and get into shape.  (keyword: try)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm practically obese here in Korea.  I'm going on 3 days in a row (of working out).  Starting June 1 till July 1 I'll have a semi-personal trainer.  Whatever that means.  It's so hard to lose weight when all you want to do is eat food.  Especially in Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't applied for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yonsei&lt;/span&gt; University's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;KLI&lt;/span&gt; Program yet.  I should soon though.  I need to send them my transcript, which I now have to airmail from Columbus, OH to Seoul, S. Korea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There goes $40 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assuming I get into the program, I start at the end of June, and it lasts 10 weeks.  Which is cool with me cause I was on 10 week quarters at Ohio State.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the office at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yonsei&lt;/span&gt; to get registration forms and such with my mom.  The people at the office were so unhelpful it was rather frustrating.  They said that we HAD to apply online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which in all honesty is fine with me.  But, you can do it by hand if you wanted, which was what we wanted to do that day.  The girl was just being lazy.  I should have given her an evil eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, when I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Daegu&lt;/span&gt;, I said that I'd be without my computer for 3 days.  That won't be the case anymore.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; found a signal, so next time I go down, which might be soon, I will have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's anything you are curious about regarding Seoul, or Korea in general, let me know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I know, if not, I'll investigate.  Or if there's anything you want me to talk about, let me know.  It will give me things to do, besides working out, before classes start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3402224574720606205?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b4a8fa93aa6d407&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd038fdb843e3c3b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3402224574720606205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3402224574720606205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3402224574720606205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3402224574720606205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/korea-thus-far.html' title='Korea Thus Far'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/ShP9PtSuXCI/AAAAAAAAAtw/sm48PopkDRY/s72-c/IMG_3156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2329236167327123552</id><published>2009-05-14T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:03:37.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been in Korea for 6 days now, and it's everything I expected it to be.  And I didn't come to Korea with lots of expectations.  Mainly because I've been here many times in the past.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do come to Korea more mature, so to speak.  I'm a little more perceptive now too.  Everyday since my arrival I've ventured into Seoul, taken many pictures and ate delicious food.  Except today.  I realize that I'm going to be here for 3 - 6 months, so I have plenty of time to explore later too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seoul isn't like New York City.  New York City is actually really simple to navigate in comparison to Seoul.  NYC is a giant grid.  Seoul is just a mess in comparison.  This is all my perspective of the city.  Don't get me wrong.  Seoul's great, but I have no sense of direction here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know when I'm going north, south, east or west.  Also, I don't know where things are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully the subway/bus system is great.  There are a ton of stops, but you should be able to go where ever you need to go via subway or bus.  But again, you just have to know the general area of where you're going.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are a little rude, but I've always known that.  One thing bothered me though.  I was standing at the subway stop, waiting for the train, and the stop was pretty empty.  I'm standing there and this dude shoulders me in the back.  This usually happens in a crowded street and people can't help but make contact.  This was not the case.  I looked at the guy as he walked away, and I looked around me.  There wasn't a single person or object within 5 feet of me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dude was major dick status.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, gotta go.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2329236167327123552?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2329236167327123552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2329236167327123552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2329236167327123552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2329236167327123552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-in-korea-for-6-days-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2470421463914192830</id><published>2009-05-12T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T04:48:37.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger frustration</title><content type='html'>I hate uploading photos onto Blogger.  I'll probably post 2-3 pictures per post from here on out.  &lt;div&gt;Blogger needs a better way to upload photos into blogs.  Make it more painless.  And less time consuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm uploading all my photos onto my Facebook page.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2470421463914192830?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2470421463914192830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2470421463914192830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2470421463914192830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2470421463914192830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogger-frustration.html' title='Blogger frustration'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4887926074056576704</id><published>2009-05-10T02:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:48:30.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Air'/><title type='text'>Korean Air Flight 094</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZySDxanEI/AAAAAAAAAco/QfFGzvYSQSY/s1600-h/IMG_3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZySDxanEI/AAAAAAAAAco/QfFGzvYSQSY/s400/IMG_3022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334076463242714178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My life, packed in 3 bags, for the next 3 - 6 months.  This was taken in my garage, while I was waiting for my uncle to pick me up.  My uncle's car, a Lexus hybrid SUV, has got to be the most quiet car I've ever been in.  When the car is idle, it's as if it's off, but I guess it runs on electricity then.  I don't know much about hybrids, except that I'd want one if I had a car.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get to the airport, say thanks and goodbye to my uncle and I make my way to the Korean Airline check-in desks.  I was told to go in the "Morning Calm" line.  I think Morning Calm is for members of Korean Air?  I used to be, I still might be, but I'm not sure.  I have a Morning Calm Skypass card (for milage).  Anywho, I get to the desk and I'm told that I have access to the Korean Air (KAL) Lounge.  Holler.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwilI3h3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/QZJVClg_EGg/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwilI3h3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/QZJVClg_EGg/s400/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074548054099826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a terrible picture of the lounge, but I didn't want to sit there and take pictures of the place because I wanted to sit there and eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwiZRHnaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ryRdjC1lEho/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwiZRHnaI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ryRdjC1lEho/s400/IMG_3026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074544867483042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything I ate was good, even the two cookies I ate that I didn't take a picture of because I devoured them so fast.  At this point it was around noon.  At 12:45 the lady at the gate desk made an announcement that Morning Calm passengers were allowed to board at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in line and when it was my turn to go, the lady looks at my ticket and says I'm just a "regular" passenger.  I said (in english) "I checked in Morning Calm."  Then after a few seconds of awkward silence, she lets me in.  Holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwiIxyq_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qfe2ltXc1KQ/s1600-h/IMG_3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwiIxyq_I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/qfe2ltXc1KQ/s400/IMG_3028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074540441119730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My seat was 28A(window), which is the first row of the economy section.  Which is actually really nice, cause I had a ton of leg room, and nobody in front of me to recline their seat in my face.  I can't say that I didn't do that to someone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally we have screens behind the headrest of the seat in front, but because my row had no seats in front, we had screens that could be stowed away in between the seats.  They were pretty nice, being touch screen and all.  And the movie selection was pretty good, not for quality, but quantity.  There were some good movies, but I didn't want to watch all of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwhy-ygVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6c1sPySI2cE/s1600-h/IMG_3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwhy-ygVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/6c1sPySI2cE/s400/IMG_3030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074534590054738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides that engine, the view was decent.  I didn't mind though.  I like looking at parts of the aircraft.  So after napping for a little bit, I decided to watch a movie.  I never saw Bolt, and I sort of wanted to see it cause I like animated movies.  Puppy Bolt is cute.  Bolt, is not.  Mainly because the voice actor for Bolt is John Travolta.  Let it be known that I think Scientology is one of the worst ideas ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwh3PAdaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0kmEdWEa078/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZwh3PAdaI/AAAAAAAAAcA/0kmEdWEa078/s400/IMG_3033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334074535731819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because our flight was early in the afternoon, lunch was served fairly quickly after takeoff.  Of course for lunch, KAL offers Bibim Baap.  It's not the best bibim baap I've ever had, not even close, but for airline food, it's pretty bomb.  I forgot what else they were serving.  I didn't even listen, I just asked for bibim baap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9jcmobI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cM1ATHVEXzs/s1600-h/IMG_3034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9jcmobI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cM1ATHVEXzs/s400/IMG_3034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073911944847794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After eating, and then sleeping for a few hours, reading/writing a little,  and watching a movie (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time for dinner.  "Chicken over rice or pasta" they asked.  I responded, "pasta."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewardess comes back.  "I'm sorry but we only have chicken now.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, chicken it is.  Chicken was flavorless, even with the "gravy."  Veggies and rice were okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The potato salad was decent and the smoked salmon (top left-hand corner) was pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake wasn't too bad either, a little too sweet (I LOVE sweets btw) though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9u-UAEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Qee9A6HlhGQ/s1600-h/IMG_3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9u-UAEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Qee9A6HlhGQ/s400/IMG_3035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073915039023170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While eating, I wanted to watch a movie, so I selected Transporter 3.  The movie was just, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9fcy_pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XViU31oCGmA/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9fcy_pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/XViU31oCGmA/s400/IMG_3036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073910871916178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By this time, we're getting close to Korea.  As you can see below, we traveled 6383 miles, and the outside temp. was a nasty -60*F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9KO0_3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3kMAfaVjPuU/s1600-h/IMG_3038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv9KO0_3I/AAAAAAAAAbg/3kMAfaVjPuU/s400/IMG_3038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073905176182642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Captain told us we were preparing to land, so I took a photo outside.  There's no land in sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv81FOYhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VxM0IKchiyU/s1600-h/IMG_3040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZv81FOYhI/AAAAAAAAAbY/VxM0IKchiyU/s400/IMG_3040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334073899498758674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But rest assure, I got there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Time: Landing in Korea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4887926074056576704?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4887926074056576704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4887926074056576704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4887926074056576704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4887926074056576704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/korean-air-flight-094.html' title='Korean Air Flight 094'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgZySDxanEI/AAAAAAAAAco/QfFGzvYSQSY/s72-c/IMG_3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-640646569935886747</id><published>2009-05-07T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:07:02.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgO98bgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6Q34D_Ci25U/s1600-h/Goal!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgO98bgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6Q34D_Ci25U/s400/Goal!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333315229610154466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my last night at home.  I'm all packed.  I just have to put away my toiletries, but I'll do that in the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching the Cavs playoff game against the Atlanta Hawks.  We're dominating.  As expected.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired.  Probably because I've been going to bed real late the past week.  I guess that's good for me now.  I'll go to bed earlier than usual and wake up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't travelled long distance in a long time, so the plane ride will probably suck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try and update my blog weekly.  I'll have to think of a new title...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll figure it out at the airport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-640646569935886747?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/640646569935886747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=640646569935886747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/640646569935886747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/640646569935886747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SgO98bgYGeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6Q34D_Ci25U/s72-c/Goal!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3965490283074822047</id><published>2009-05-04T04:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:05:37.942-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cleveland Cavaliers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journal Drawings.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>Countdown: 5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sf6vNGG84FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zUDsDvNtGtE/s1600-h/Bron%3EPierce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sf6vNGG84FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zUDsDvNtGtE/s400/Bron%3EPierce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331891648366174290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been having trouble sleeping lately.  I think it's because I stay up so late...&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking about staying up all night and staying up till it's night again to sleep, because then I'll be exhausted.  Or I might just fall asleep really late again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I have so much free time that sleep isn't even necessary.  We sleep because we need to rest for the next day.  But all I do is rest.  I don't have to get up early and go to work.  I don't have to study (although I could find something to study).  The past few weeks I've put the job search on hold.  My fate was decided weeks ago.  I'm off to Korea this Friday.  No looking back.  Unless I all of a sudden get a job offer within the next two days, I'm gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited, but I'm also not.  I know my trip to Korea this time will be different from my visits in the past.  I'm not there on vacation anymore.  Although, I could sorta treat it like one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not taking this whole, "learning Korean" thing very seriously yet.  I will though.  I hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hardest thing for me is knowing what I'm leaving behind.  I hate to miss out on good times with the people I love.  But I forget that I have a rare opportunity to experience something that not many people have.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to make lots of new friends in Korea.  I'm just not sure how it's gonna happen.  I'm the kind of guy that always thinks of the "worst case scenario."  Honestly, I think it's better than the guy who always thinks of the "best case scenario."  I like to prepare for the worst, but that also makes me a little pessimistic.  I wish I could find a balance.  I'll have to work on that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bummed about many things, but two in particular.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I'm going to miss the last few episodes of 24.  UGH it kills me.  I heard abc.com doesn't work in Korea, which leads me to believe fox.com won't work either.  We'll see.  Maybe hulu will have it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I can't watch my Cleveland Cavaliers play!  This kills me too.  I think a little more than #1.  I mean I love 24.  I love Jack Bauer.  But I LOVE the Cavs, LeBron James, Mo Williams, and Z! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a great chance to win it all this year.  Most people predict the Cavaliers to play against the Lakers in the finals.  I hope so too.  And I hope the Cavs win the series.  I trust the coaches and players.  Let this be the year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's May now, which means I have to update my playlist.  But I don't know if anybody actually presses "play."  No pressure.  Although I do try to put good stuff on there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this idea last week.  I have this Moleskin journal (mini one), that I wanted to use to jot down ideas.  I didn't use it up until last week though.  I guess you could say I wrote in my "journal."  I did recap the day.  Which sounds incredibly lame, but you don't see me judging you.  Keyword "&lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wrote on one side (the right), but I didn't want to waste the journal and leave the left side blank, so I had this idea to draw some (awful) illustrations of the entry, or at least the "theme" of the entry.  I don't think I'm gonna hold back on the drawings either.  Although I am severely limited by my drawing abilities.  Which might be on par with a 6 year olds.  And not the ones that are good at art.  I mean the ones that are "slow" to "normal."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's perception of normal seems to be a little different though.  When I think normal, I envision myself.  And I don't mean that in a way to say that I'm not weird.  What's normal to me, is generally based off the things that I do or think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't expect to update daily for this countdown.  I just couldn't think of a title...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gone off topic a million times.  I have no transitions.  But I think that's acceptable, because I didn't transition any of my thoughts in my head.  I just started typing whatever came to mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to end on that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3965490283074822047?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3965490283074822047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3965490283074822047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3965490283074822047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3965490283074822047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-5-days.html' title='Countdown: 5 days'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sf6vNGG84FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zUDsDvNtGtE/s72-c/Bron%3EPierce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2605477562026250011</id><published>2009-04-21T01:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T03:33:05.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fast and Furious Review'/><title type='text'>Review: Fast &amp; Furious (and the whole series in general)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se10Xt30wUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/R5xyf70B0Ww/s1600-h/fast_and_furious_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se10Xt30wUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/R5xyf70B0Ww/s400/fast_and_furious_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327041885048717634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I admit that I was really excited to watch this movie.  On my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard that another Fast and Furious movie, with the original cast, was coming out, I almost peed my pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they came out in this order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Fast and the Furious, directed by Rob Cohen (xXx, Stealth,...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1iIUX8_ZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/MWZ_S6sZ2cc/s400/the_fast__and_the_furious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021829296815506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 Fast 2 Furious, directed by John Singleton (Boyz N the Hood, Four Brothers,...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1iHxN1YkI/AAAAAAAAAX0/WhsJh7O-34c/s400/2Fast2Furious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021819859132994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Fast and the Furious Tokyo Drift, directed by Justin Lin (Better Luck Tomorrow,...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1iH2rY_jI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-CQoZ738dEU/s400/fast_and_the_furious_tokyo_drift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021821325278770" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fast &amp;amp; Furious, directed by Justin Lin (Movie poster at the very top)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my personal opinion, both 2 Fast 2 Furious and Tokyo Drift never happened.  Neither were adequate sequels to The Fast and The Furious.  A lot of people actually liked Tokyo Drift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why.  Was it the cars?  Was it the girl?  Was it the "drifting?" Or was it cause Brad Taylor from Home Improvement (Zachery Ty Bryan) was in it?  I don't know.  I can't figure out why people like Tokyo Drift so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even remember what 2 Fast 2 Furious was about.  All I remember is Paul Walker's car getting shot at by the FBI with some weird futuristic power draining gun, and then monster trucks coming out of a warehouse followed by a bunch of souped up rice burners.  Oh yea, and Jin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1pxHKysBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/V5r5x1VGiE4/s400/Jin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327030226707984402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also like to forget that Eva Mendes was ever in that movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After careful "analysis" I've come to realize that my love for the original, The Fast and The Furious, is primarily based off of hilarious quotes.  Can you recall any lines from 2 Fast 2 Furious or Tokyo Drift?  Actually I do remember a line from Tokyo Drift.  When Lucus Black says, "I ain't no gaijin" with that ridiculous hillbilly accent.  "Gaijin" is Japanese for foreigner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So he says in the movie, "I ain't no foreigner."  If you haven't seen Tokyo Drift, the majority of the movie takes place in TOKYO, JAPAN.  Yes, he is a foreigner.  I don't know why they threw that line in there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newest installment of The Fast and Furious series, &lt;i&gt;cleverly (not really)&lt;/i&gt; titled, Fast &amp;amp; Furious, is in between TERRIBLE and AWESOME.  But definitely more towards terrible than awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that the original gang got back together.  Dom, Letty, Mia, and Brian.  These guys are always getting into crazy shenanigans!  They definitely got props for going with the O.G. gang.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically this movie takes place in between the first movie and Tokyo Drift.  We know this because Han (who dies in Tokyo Drift) is in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can definitely tell that Fast &amp;amp; Furious (from now on called F&amp;amp;F), had a bigger budget.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were still a number of things that I had a problem with.  Each movie has at least one race scene.  In one of the race scenes in F&amp;amp;F, they all use GPS systems.  But for some reason, half of the race was shown in the perspective of the GPS.  These GPS systems aren't like the ones we are used to seeing.  They were in 3D, and had graphical representation of the other racers on the screen.  Totally stupid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that bothered me was that F&amp;amp;F stopped a trend.  If you recall in The Fast and The Furious, 2 Fast 2 Furious, and Tokyo Drift, there was a rapper in the movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ja Rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1mG4d4kYI/AAAAAAAAAYc/i7B_q1TXO2c/s320/Ja+Rule.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327026202672140674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ludacris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1mG2PSTNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/W8i1lHXV1Wk/s320/luda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327026202074041554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Lil') Bow Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1iIcgzBqI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6YoDWANrEy4/s400/bow+wow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327021831481394850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;THERE WAS NO RAPPER IN F&amp;amp;F!  Why break the trend?  Why?  I'm sure it would have helped with ticket sales too.  Not that they really needed the help.  But why mess with "tradition?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like I said before, the movie was OK.  There weren't any hilarious/powerful quotes like in The Fast and The Furious.  They used cool looking cars.  I think.  I don't know too much about cars. I know what a decent car is, but I couldn't tell you why a Honda Accord is better than a Toyota Camry, or vice versa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, I wasn't that impressed with F&amp;amp;F.  I had really high expectations.  Especially because of the cast.  I was expecting some AWESOME lines.  I won't even bother typing out the quotes here because they just aren't as awesome when you read them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was expecting epic scenes.  Something to surpass one of the most iconic scenes of our generation: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Rick Yune as Johnny Tran in The Fast and The Furious)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1mG3iSyEI/AAAAAAAAAYs/SZONtS01QFc/s320/Rick+Yune.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327026202422200386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know most of you know what happens after this picture...ONLY THE BEST SCENE IN THE MOVIE.  (HINT: "TORRETO!  SWAT, CAME INTO MY HOUSE...")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I still think F&amp;amp;F is the only true sequel to the first movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But nothing can beat the original:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1mHO3x8aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/TZUxuJYwHR8/s320/MS_I_FastFurious_Szene_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327026208686338466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My final verdict is: 2.75 Pandas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se1zz-sMxfI/AAAAAAAAAZE/JaigHHlMALY/s400/F%26F+Rating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327041271088072178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;**Which is pretty good since it's a scale from 1 to 5.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I'm being a little more forgiving for F&amp;amp;F though, simply because it's the only REAL sequel to one of the greatest movies of all time.  And when I say "greatest movies of all time," I mean that it was so bad, that it was amazing.  Unlike Dragonball Evolution.  Which was so bad, I wanted to forget my childhood.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2605477562026250011?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2605477562026250011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2605477562026250011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2605477562026250011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2605477562026250011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-fast-furious-and-whole-series-in.html' title='Review: Fast &amp; Furious (and the whole series in general)'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Se10Xt30wUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/R5xyf70B0Ww/s72-c/fast_and_furious_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7130930236032251039</id><published>2009-04-15T22:37:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:31:13.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Chung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragonball Evolution'/><title type='text'>Review: Dragonball Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebevHRGfRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DMAaQt305Cw/s1600-h/dragonball-evolution-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebevHRGfRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DMAaQt305Cw/s400/dragonball-evolution-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325188510398184722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaajIRbnGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/IS_r9vLm8YI/s1600-h/dragonball-evolution-poster.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I remember when I was in middle school to early high school when I would come home after school, turn on the television, and go straight to Cartoon Network to watch Toonami.  I didn't really watch the other programs on Toonami, just Gundam Wing, and of course, Dragonball Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up watching this show, sort of.  And I admit, that during the time I was watching Dragonball Z, I wished for a live action movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, or unluckily for us, a live action Dragonball movie came out under the moniker "Dragonball Evolution" on April 10, 2009 (aka 6 days ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is roughly based on the original Dragonball series.  Not to be mistaken for Dragonball Z.  Although both Dragonball and Dragonball Z were written by Akira Toriyama.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dragonball Evolution was directed by James Wong (Final Destination, The One, Final Destination 3).  The Screenplay was written by Ben Ramsey (The Big Hit) and James Wong, and it was produced by Stephen Chow (Shaolin Soccer, Kung Fu Hustle) and James Wong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to ruin the plot for those of you who have yet to see this movie, and still plan on watching it.  Although, I'm willing to bet that most of the people who actually watched this movie, are/were fans of Dragonball/Dragonball Z.  And If you haven't seen the movie, and you are a fan, nothing should be a surprise to you in the movie...or should it?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with some of the characters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the original Dragonball, the story in which this movie was based off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; of, Goku was a little boy, but for Dragonball Evolution, they made Goku, and everyone else his age (Chi-Chi), 18 year-old high school students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GOKU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaXHgWwEI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-ZqZkxByQVs/s400/Goku_Comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113331354615874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goku, the main protagonist of the Dragonball series, is played by Justin Chatwin (War of the Worlds, The Invisible).  I honestly know nothing about this guy.  He looks like he should be in a Green Day tribute band.  I haven't seen War of the Worlds, and I haven't seen The Invisible either.  But judging from his performance in Dragonball Evolution, he's an average actor, at best.  I don't think this role was for him for several reasons.  I'm not going to name all of them, but I will name two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) The original Goku (Manga/Anime) is very naive, and not cocky at all.  Goku is in fact, good natured.  Justin Chatwin's Goku is slightly emo, and socially awkward (in the worst way possible).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) He's WHITE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BULMA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaWwbYl4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/uX8v62P8ZWU/s400/Bulma_Comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113325159749506" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bulma is played by Emmy Rossum (The Phantom of the Opera, The Day After Tomorrow).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much like in the original story, Bulma and Goku team up to collect all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; seven dragonballs.  I have not seen The Phantom of the Opera, but I did see The Day After Tomorrow.  Honestly, I hated The Day After Tomorrow.  She's a very attractive girl, and plays the part of Bulma well enough.  Bulma is very adventurous and temperamental, and Emmy Rossum portrays those traits very well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;YAMCHA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaajPJFFPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YZgdn7J3p4U/s1600-h/Yamcha_Comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaajPJFFPI/AAAAAAAAAWs/YZgdn7J3p4U/s400/Yamcha_Comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113539562902770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yamcha is played by Joon Park.  Joon Park is a Korean singer/actor.  He used to be in, the now disbanded K-Pop group, g.o.d..  He actually graduated high school in California, so his english is very good.  He had a cameo in Speed Racer, but other than that, he's a nobody in the US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much like in the manga, Yamcha is a thief.  Joon plays Yamcha decently, but I never really liked Yamcha, so he isn't going to get much love from me.  I have one problem with Joon as Yamcha though.  I know it's not his fault, or decision, but Joon's Yamcha has blond highlights.  Joon is Korean.  He has black hair.  Yamcha has black hair.  They couldn't just give Joon's Yamcha black hair?  Whatever.  At least he's asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MASTER ROSHI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaXbQ1GWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/9fYcM5OfMwU/s400/dragonball-fat-roshi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113336658205026" /&gt;Master Roshi, played by Chow Yun-Fat (Hard-Boiled, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), is a wise martial arts master.  He's also a perv.  Let me just say, I like Chow Yun-Fat as an actor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes.  He's had some questionable roles (i.e. Bulletproof Monk), but I've enjoyed almost all the movies I've seen with him in them.  Chow Yun-Fat played the "old, wise martial arts master" part well.  He's had roles like this before, duh.  Play the part of a pervert though, is a whole new ball game.  When an anime character is perverted, it's not much of a surprise.  I mean come on, no offense, but lots of weird stuff has come from Japan.  But when live action Roshi starts acting perverted, it's just weird.  Roshi is also supposed to be really old.  Chow Yun-Fat is old, but he doesn't look like an "OLD, wise martial arts master."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRANDPA GOHAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebJpYrJODI/AAAAAAAAAW8/SwsAnm0-oeg/s400/Grandpa+Gohan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325165322247419954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*SPOILER ALERT*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandpa Gohan is played by Randall Duk Kim (The Matrix Reloaded, Kung Fu Panda).  Much like in the manga/anime, Grandpa Gohan, finds Goku, and adopts him.  Although, in the original story, he doesn't really train him to fight.  Also, Grandpa Gohan is killed by Goku in the original story, when Goku turns into a giant ape (Oozaru), although this is not the case in Dragonball Evolution.  I like Randall Duk Kim, so seeing him as Grandpa Gohan wasn't too bad. I don't know much about Grandpa Gohan anyways, besides the fact that Goku names his first son after him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PICCOLO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaXWTpR4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b_EMlug3i4U/s1600-h/Piccolo_Comparison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaXWTpR4I/AAAAAAAAAWk/b_EMlug3i4U/s400/Piccolo_Comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113335327836034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piccolo is played by James Marsters (Buffy the Vampire Slayer).  I don't know anything about this dude, except that he played Spike on Buffy.  I was very curious as to how they were going to portray/cast Piccolo.  Basically Piccolo is your typical villain.  He's hell bent on destroying the world.  I hated Dragonball Evolution's version of Piccolo.  He looks like a villain from Star Trek.  Also, this Piccolo should not be confused with the Piccolo from Dragonball Z.  The DBZ one is Piccolo Jr., and eventually becomes a good guy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHI-CHI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeaaXBNNWbI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nHZXfs8qbkA/s400/Chi-Chi_Comparison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113329663695282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last but not least, Chi-Chi, who is played by Jamie Chung (Real World: San Diego).  I guess she really wants to get into acting.  Chi-Chi is Goku's love interest and I guess she plays that part well?  I have to apologize for the picture above.  The picture of Anime Chi-Chi is inaccurate. This picture is from Dragonball Z.  The Chi-Chi from Dragonball, is supposed to be a kid.  I don't really have much to say for Jamie Chung's Chi-Chi.  She's hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebSWDHzafI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PR4pSvpLrws/s400/Jamie+Chung.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325174885649181170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we covered most of the characters in the movie.  Overall, there were no Oscar worthy performances.  But that was to be expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did not enjoy this movie.  I thought Goku was annoying, and found Piccolo to be very stale, and not menacing at all.  I understand it's very difficult to cover a whole manga/anime series into 84 minutes, but I think they could have put more effort into making this story more true to the manga/anime then they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After watching this movie, I took back my wish for a live action Dragonball movie.  Too late for that though, right?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have created an "official" rating system.  A panda scale of 1 to 5.  1 being AWFUL and 5 being AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I rate Dragonball Evolution 1.5 pandas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebbUxmSvyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/H8Ed4XD0Xfw/s400/Dragonball+Evolution+Rating.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325184759370006306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/8289582819107946665-7130930236032251039?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7130930236032251039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7130930236032251039' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7130930236032251039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7130930236032251039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/04/review-dragonball-evolution.html' title='Review: Dragonball Evolution'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SebevHRGfRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DMAaQt305Cw/s72-c/dragonball-evolution-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6950540231778330179</id><published>2009-04-14T15:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:48:28.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Critique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeToRIFs9EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tDfHo4m_AZI/s1600-h/dragonball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeToRIFs9EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tDfHo4m_AZI/s400/dragonball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324636040385590338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my next few posts, I will be reviewing recent movies that I have seen.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dragonball Evolution&lt;/i&gt;: Best. Movie. Ever?  We shall see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, now I have more reasons to watch movies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6950540231778330179?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6950540231778330179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6950540231778330179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6950540231778330179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6950540231778330179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/04/critique.html' title='Critique'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SeToRIFs9EI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tDfHo4m_AZI/s72-c/dragonball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-114165025532131690</id><published>2009-04-08T02:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:27:33.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdxDzxqJWpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TEE6k5vewR0/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdxDzxqJWpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TEE6k5vewR0/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322203416427584146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is lame right now.  I'm stuck at home, and I still don't have a job.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a phone interview with OMD today.  I can't say that it went great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I was WAY more nervous on the phone, than any other in-person interview.  At least if I'm in front of someone, I can see how they react to what I say.  Or I can change how I speak, or how I act, accordingly.  Over the phone, it's so impersonal, and I'd like to think that my speaking skills are okay, but at times I felt like I had no idea what I was talking about (referring to my phone interview earlier).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it's just a screening process.  They pick out candidates, interview them over the phone, weed em out, then schedule in-person interviews for candidates that they prefer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope I'm a candidate.  I would like to at least prove my worth to them in person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The position is in Los Angeles.  I can't say LA is my number one choice.  Every one knows that my number one city of choice is New York City.  Who knows, LA could be great.  I bet it is.  But for different reasons.  Reasons I don't know because I haven't really experienced life in California.  I've been there, yes.  On vacation.  But never have I lived there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I know what life is like in New York.  I've lived there, albeit a short 3 months, but I was working, and exploring, and meeting people, and having a good time.  Just the thought of California, right now, is not 100% appealing to me, simply because it's so far.  Although in the future, like more than 10 years from now, I'd like to live on the west coast.  And maybe if things work out now, and I do get an interview at OMD, and I do get offered a position, I might just take that chance and move out there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You stop getting opportunities the moment you stop taking them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if this all doesn't work out, what do I do?  I'll keep searching of course.  But, I have an opportunity to go to Korea, for say, 6 months.  Do the Yonsei KLI program.  I could spend valuable time with my family, and perhaps travel a little.  All while getting better at Korean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.  I hope that I find a job.  But I also want to go to Korea.  I can't have both. Although my situation has a time table.  If I go to Korea, I would go to June.  So, if I don't have a job by June, I'd go to Korea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so little in this world.  Not like how I felt during MAIP.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twitter is getting annoying now.  Servers are always backed up, and I get images of the "fail whale," which I love, but get annoyed with.  Twitter is going through a BOOM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slowly, a few Facebook friends were joining Twitter, and then all of a sudden, a large chunk of them starting joining Twitter, and now people are saying how cool Twitter is, and how much they hate Facebook because it copied Twitter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please.  Facebook may have a similar micro-blogging format, but Facebook is SO different.  In fact, I'm still more of a Facebook fan than Twitter DESPITE how UGLY Facebook has become.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I still like Twitter, and reading people's posts and I like the links they put up and pictures, but there is this one thing.  Some people have Twitter apps on Facebook, so that when they update their Twitter, it shows up on their Facebook.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That application isn't appealing to me.  Mainly because those tweets show up on people's Facebook as status updates.  I don't update my status as frequently as my post on my Twitter.  I like to treat them both as two different things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think Twitter will surpass Facebook.  That's just my opinion.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-114165025532131690?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/114165025532131690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=114165025532131690' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/114165025532131690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/114165025532131690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/04/tough-times.html' title='Tough Times'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdxDzxqJWpI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TEE6k5vewR0/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1457792657899456124</id><published>2009-04-02T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:01:52.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Angst</title><content type='html'>I kinda hate the word "angst", but I like alliteration.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished my April Playlist.  It's a little late, and a little rushed, but am satisfied with the collection of music.  I made things interesting and added two Korean songs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have never listened to Korean music, I would encourage you to listen to these two songs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-One by Epik High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fly by Epik High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The songs won't play in order.  I made it so that the songs shuffled.  Sorry if that bothers you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can always just click on the song you want to play.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know much about Korean music, and to be honest, I don't like the majority of Korean music.  I hate the whole gender band thing.  Think boy bands and girl bands (N'Sync, BSB, Spice Girls, Pussycat Dolls, etc...)  Although I have been known to sing a BSB and/or Spice Girl song at Karaoke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epik High is just two guys who rap.  Yes.  Rap.  In Korean.  It gets a little getting used to, but I think Epik High's raps are pretty catchy and good.  I like their beats, and the songs are just well made.  They always have guests to sing in their songs, like female singers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling more and more confident with my almost complete album.  I am listening to my songs in iTunes over and over, to see what I like and don't like about em, and I've sort of gotten used to the sound of my own voice.  It still bothers me at times.  Like when you hear yourself talk in a video and you go, "Ugh, I sound like that?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1457792657899456124?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1457792657899456124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1457792657899456124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1457792657899456124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1457792657899456124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-angst.html' title='April Angst'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4880451707691962422</id><published>2009-03-31T01:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:57:36.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Goal(s).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdG-qBkXT_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/QfiX0eN0Ha0/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdG-qBkXT_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/QfiX0eN0Ha0/s400/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319242264086007794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my "screenplay" is scrapped.  I read what I had typed up over and over again (I wrote very little by the way).  It sucked.  My characters had no real depth.  The plot was going nowhere.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my current state hinders my imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My album on the other hand is picking up steam.  But not in the sense that I'm putting a ton of effort.  My initial goal, which was to re-record songs, failed.  Partially due to me being lazy, but also because I couldn't find the lyrics on my computer and external hard drive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now I'm just picking and choosing songs, and right now, I'm at six songs.  My goal of eight songs is easily within reach.  Especially because I already have my seventh song.  It just needs to be re-recorded.  I know, I know.  Why don't I just re-record everything then?  Well, it's cause this song is special.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction.  I'd like to think all my songs are special, because they all have, at one point, been important to me.  They represent what I was feeling at the time I wrote them.  They are like time capsules.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.  The seventh song I was talking about is so special because it was the first song I've ever written.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as it stands, counting my seventh song, I have six originals, and one cover.  Ideally I'd like to write a new song soon, but realistically, I might just do a cover.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if there is a way to upload songs and then post it on a playlist?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4880451707691962422?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4880451707691962422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4880451707691962422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4880451707691962422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4880451707691962422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/goals.html' title='Meeting Goal(s).'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SdG-qBkXT_I/AAAAAAAAAU8/QfiX0eN0Ha0/s72-c/IMG_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7940242268933083303</id><published>2009-03-29T03:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:34:03.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost April</title><content type='html'>I'm hard at work on an April playlist.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I had it automatically play once you came to the blog, but then I realized how annoying that was.  My apologizes.  It is now up to the user to press play.  I guess I'll just post about what I'm putting up, so I can generate some interest, and perhaps some suggestions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few hours, I've been really into the Korean music that is on my iPod and computer.  It doesn't help that I only have one Korean artist on both my iPod and computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The artist is Epik High.  They are pretty good.  They have nice beats.  I can't say I like all their songs, but they have some good ones.  Gets me in the dancing mood.  Some of you know that means trouble.  And by trouble, I mean, fun times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like making playlists whenever I travel.  When I was still in school I made playlists for every quarter.  And then eventually every month.  But sometimes it got annoying, so I wasn't always on top of things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have this playlist titled "Almost Perfect" because, to me, it was almost perfect.  Except when I just kept adding songs, and it got to be over 300 songs.  At that point, it wasn't a playlist anymore.  It was more like a mini-library of music.  So, I discontinued it.  I wish I still had it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from a wedding.  My friends Brian and Julie got married today, so congratulations to them (although I'm 99.999999999% sure they don't read this, or know it exists).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like this song: These Old Shoes by Deer Tick.  This is not an official music video, but some random video someone posted on YouTube, but it was better than some other ones I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3BWuXFCrcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r3BWuXFCrcU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-7940242268933083303?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7940242268933083303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7940242268933083303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7940242268933083303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7940242268933083303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-april.html' title='Almost April'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1109376079957800060</id><published>2009-03-27T02:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T03:09:57.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Scx7mSWiXSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9E9LXeBpmic/s1600-h/Bear+Collage+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Scx7mSWiXSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9E9LXeBpmic/s400/Bear+Collage+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317761157709323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Columbus, Ohio.  I haven't been back since December, and not much has changed, physically.  I definitely don't feel as attached to Ohio as much as I was before.  But I don't feel attached to Virginia.  I can't say that I'm attached to New York, because I don't live there, but more and more I want to move out there as each day passes.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing stories of how things are in Columbus are revealing, disappointing, unsettling, but there are those that give hope to this town, hope for this community.  But nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, comes as a surprise to me.  I have/had these expectation for how things were back when I still lived here, about school, people, and life in general.  Practically all of these expectations have been met.  Some for better, some for worse.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not mature.  In my opinion, and through my experiences, I have learned that not many people in Columbus are all that mature.  Mainly because there are a ton of college students. Don't get me wrong.  I know MANY mature, responsible, civil, college students all over, but there are so many immature, inconsistent, inconsiderate people in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;|&lt;/b&gt;Tangent&lt;b&gt;|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to judge people.  But honestly, can someone say that they don't judge?  There isn't a single person out there that hasn't judged someone for something.  If you read this, and you don't judge, you are a modern day saint.  But lets be real.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When that guy or girl, but most likely a guy, is all up in your personal space, and coughs violently without covering his mouth, you aren't just going to sit there and be like, "He's a nice man."  No.  You will most likely think, "UGH!  That dude is disgusting!  Get out of my face, and cover your mouth when you cough!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong.  I believe that is a perfectly normal reaction.  I don't want some random dude to cough all up in my grill.  That IS gross, and that IS rude.  EVERYONE JUDGES.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time I say "don't judge (me)," what I really mean is, "don't think less of me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also just realized, when I do say, "don't judge," that probably makes the person think even more less of me had I not said anything at all.  Because when one says, "don't judge," it implies that they know they are doing something that isn't widely accepted in society.  Like getting hungry while looking at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thisiswhyyourefat.com"&gt;thisiswhyyourefat.com&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-1109376079957800060?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1109376079957800060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1109376079957800060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1109376079957800060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1109376079957800060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-judge-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge Me'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Scx7mSWiXSI/AAAAAAAAAU0/9E9LXeBpmic/s72-c/Bear+Collage+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6052697121151953944</id><published>2009-03-16T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:02:57.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly Playlist(s)</title><content type='html'>So I finally got my playlist up.  I made it last week, but I couldn't fit it correctly, but thanks to Elaine, it is now up!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea from her &lt;a href="http://cloudplum.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, and thought I could use a playlist on my blog seeing as how I love music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really have a theme of music for my blog, or what month it is.  I'll probably just put up what I'm currently listening to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I really have nothing to blog about, because nothing is new.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late last week I had replied to one of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004922/"&gt;Schuyler Fisk's&lt;/a&gt; posts on Twitter, and earlier today she responded back.  I mean, yeah no big deal if someone responds back to you on Twitter, but she's kinda famous, and I'm a fan of hers, so it was cool to see her respond back.  I also decided to follow Cary Brothers today, and he is now following me back.  Schuyler Fisk does not follow me, as do most famous people on Twitter.  It's cool that Cary Brothers follows those who follow him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet most celebrities don't tweet back or follow their fans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to see that they actually control their account, instead of a computer, or a person hired to manage a celeb's twitter, facebook, myspace, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/schuylerfisk"&gt;Schuyler's MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/carybrothers"&gt;Cary Brothers' MySpace&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/8289582819107946665-6052697121151953944?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6052697121151953944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6052697121151953944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6052697121151953944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6052697121151953944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/monthly-playlists.html' title='Monthly Playlist(s)'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1323140921017597916</id><published>2009-03-08T00:36:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T01:47:11.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freshman Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='24'/><title type='text'>The Dynamic Duo and The Dynamic Blonde</title><content type='html'>During my freshman year (2004-2005) I was bored in my dorm room and I always wanted to learn how to use Adobe Photoshop.  So I though to myself, why not just fiddle around with it?  &lt;div&gt;At the time, I was also obsessed with 24.  I have been since the first episode came out in 2001. And I still am.  I was also slightly obsessed with Elisha Cuthbert...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let it be known, I know less about Photoshop now, than back then.  And even back then, I had no clue what I was doing.  I still want to learn how to use it.  I just might have to start a new project...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is part 1 of 2.  I have all the part 2 pictures, I just forget how it went together, so I have to find my original post on my Xanga, which I don't use anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, and don't judge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNZnQLNyzI/AAAAAAAAASg/nxm-VEBwMF0/s1600-h/NEWTheDynamicDuoandtheDynamiteBlond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNZnQLNyzI/AAAAAAAAASg/nxm-VEBwMF0/s400/NEWTheDynamicDuoandtheDynamiteBlond.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310686916491725618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime in the year 2004:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a cold dark prison somewhere in Los Angeles, Saddam Hussein is held prisoner at a maximum security prison until further questioning from the US government...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNZnbr81eI/AAAAAAAAASo/7PTSR8KUbxQ/s400/gov-prison.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310686919581816290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ALARM*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNar1W6LoI/AAAAAAAAASw/G1X5KqyTyDI/s400/SaddamJailBreak+UPDATE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688094703988354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow Saddam managed to escape, but he didn't get very far, especially with Jack Bauer and Adam Chang on the watch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNbXLq4VlI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L2LXLejmcP4/s400/arrest-guycopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310688839427708498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being detained, Saddam was interrogated by Kim Bauer, Jack Bauer's daugher, and Adam's secret &lt;i&gt;lover.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNb6bdg3aI/AAAAAAAAATA/nJP1-R-TLVI/s400/113-interrogation-lgcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310689444962033058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting nowhere in the interrogation, Kim Bauer met up with Adam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNc3wg_yaI/AAAAAAAAATI/QI_uH-2bo4Y/s400/ActNatural.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310690498585807266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jack meets up with Kim and Adam, and they go to Jack's office at CTU for a meeting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNgDSzoWlI/AAAAAAAAATQ/dUdvToD8N-U/s400/jackandkimandinsertmeintopicturecopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310693995304213074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meeting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNgwWd4qtI/AAAAAAAAATY/DonxorcJcOE/s400/jackgoingforruncopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310694769380862674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jack leaves for his run, Adam and Saddam engage in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNhJt-vYmI/AAAAAAAAATg/t-r7uf8-74o/s400/rockpaperscissorscopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310695205189411426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNj0yFUd_I/AAAAAAAAATw/8ZDBpDNHmhg/s400/saddam-court2copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698144048379890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During their heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Jack comes back from his run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNj1NgZFjI/AAAAAAAAAT4/TbBmlMaO50I/s400/afterrunning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698151409686066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNkYDrBLcI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Fw1uHVdztPY/s400/WhydidIchoserock.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310698750065323458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNkrv0jfAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/vZlr_yjECAc/s400/Challenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310699088333995010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNk4OBTsTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JDFHNoefiSQ/s400/Bringiton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310699302598979890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNlqIEG4vI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aHtafVFEy68/s400/saddam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310700159993570034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tony Almeida gets back to CTU...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNmHzRPtMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XO0IEEzQtpU/s400/whatareyoudoing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310700669807604930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BOOOOOOOOM!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time on The Dynamic Duo and The Dynamic Blonde:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNmuNAC1BI/AAAAAAAAAUo/9J6IkxBzdf4/s400/pacandosama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310701329549808658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1323140921017597916?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1323140921017597916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1323140921017597916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1323140921017597916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1323140921017597916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/dynamic-duo-and-dynamic-blonde_08.html' title='The Dynamic Duo and The Dynamic Blonde'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SbNZnQLNyzI/AAAAAAAAASg/nxm-VEBwMF0/s72-c/NEWTheDynamicDuoandtheDynamiteBlond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3261835102206362110</id><published>2009-03-03T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:40:17.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Music</title><content type='html'>So I'm currently working on my album.  I usually work on my screenplay late at night.  While watching Family Guy on Adult Swim.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recorded some stuff, wrote some stuff, and learned some stuff.  I'm constantly changing what I want to cover.  There are too many songs I like!  And they all sound equally as bad when I play them.  There's something about consistency that I find appealing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, and waiting to hear back from my interviews, I've become obsessed with peanut butter.  I've always liked the stuff, but I always needed jam or jelly to compliment it.  But now I like it by itself on bread.  Bad thing about peanut butter is that it has a lot of calories.  But it's apparently pretty healthy.  As long as you don't eat too much of it.  Then again, you can say that for everything else.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had sweet audio editing software, and I knew how to use it.  Like in The Matrix, when Tank just uploaded how to pilot a helicopter into Trinity's head, and she instantly knew how to fly the thing.  That would be awesome.  Awesome I say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-3261835102206362110?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3261835102206362110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3261835102206362110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3261835102206362110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3261835102206362110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-music.html' title='Making Music'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7559065303016741855</id><published>2009-02-28T02:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:09:04.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm at a friends apt here in NY and I'm very tired. But not tired in the sense that I want to sleep. Well, I'm getting there, but my point is, I'm not asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in NY since Tuesday night, and I interviewed on Wednesday and Thursday. I feel like both went really well, and regardless of what happens, I'll be happy. Happy in the sense that each interview is a valuable experience, and I was fortunate enough to interview with two very down to earth people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I leave for DC tomorrow evening, but my day will be packed with fun activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting doughnuts or donuts (which ever) at Doughnut Plant in the morning, then I'm meeting up with some MAIPers for lunch at Shake Shack. I'm equally excited for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been messing around with pictures the past couple nights. I came across this website that lets you edit pictures: picnik.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having a blast, and it's great for people like me, who don't know how to do fancy stuff on Photoshop. I mean, you're limited to what they give you for free, and even then, the free functions are pretty nice. You can upload 100 photos if you pay, and only 5 if you don't. But after you finish a picture, you can just save it on your hard drive and delete it off the site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new header was also done on picnik.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some other pictures I've done so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9aSFl8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ip0iwtOfnoQ/s1600-h/Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9aSFl8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ip0iwtOfnoQ/s400/Skyline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743904534468546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9WWSJDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-f0NyXE3a5M/s1600-h/Korean+War+Memorial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9WWSJDI/AAAAAAAAAK0/-f0NyXE3a5M/s400/Korean+War+Memorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743903478326322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9WkLmpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ib-JL7-BEMM/s1600-h/Cloud9.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9WkLmpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Ib-JL7-BEMM/s400/Cloud9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743903536618130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't noticed, I really like the "neon" effect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the originals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SajmZDrTEFI/AAAAAAAAALM/vIKny1obYvA/s400/IMG_1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307745479014158418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SajmZXGlxbI/AAAAAAAAALU/ytJBHkkHgGg/s400/IMG_2718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307745484228904370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajl2r3CkUI/AAAAAAAAALE/XLUl7Acfsy0/s400/IMG_2090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307744888505405762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-7559065303016741855?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7559065303016741855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7559065303016741855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7559065303016741855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7559065303016741855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/wasting-time.html' title='Wasting Time'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/Sajk9aSFl8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ip0iwtOfnoQ/s72-c/Skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4099886001012761093</id><published>2009-02-25T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:44:39.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Help my friend!  &lt;div&gt;Watch this video: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvMiEmq9oWo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rate it 5 stars!  And if you'd like, leave a nice comment!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or just watch it here, but go to the link and rate it!  And if you can, watch it multiple times, and send it to people and tell them to do the same!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvMiEmq9oWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DvMiEmq9oWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4099886001012761093?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4099886001012761093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4099886001012761093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4099886001012761093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4099886001012761093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7613156115765441426</id><published>2009-02-23T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T01:59:54.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='album'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>Life Update</title><content type='html'>So in case you're wondering, I'm still working on my album and screenplay.&lt;div&gt;But some things have come up within the past few weeks that have occupied my time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two weeks ago I had an interview at Neo@Ogilvy, and I didn't get the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Wednesday I have an interview at Neo@RMG.  I certainly hope to get more interviews down the line, but I also realize that it's a tough time to find a job.  Especially in advertising.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to New York again this week.  I go their so often, I seriously should consider moving there now.  But, I don't have the means...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll find a job soon so I can move out there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;projects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My album is coming along.  slowly.  It definitely won't be as long as I said it was going to be.  I'm probably going to aim for 8 - 9 tracks.  Since my decision to actually make an album, I've only recorded one song.  And that was two days ago.  I've got writer's block.   But I've had it for what seems like a year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now just going through old stuff and seeing if I can make things better.  Maybe re-recording them.  Maybe.  And maybe a cover.  Or two.  Maybe.  I'll figure it out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My screenplay is also coming along slowly.  I sort of have the beginning, but I'm still trying to figure out how it will fit into the rest of the story.  Or how the rest of the story will fit into the beginning.  It's all in my mind, but all messed up.  I have to decide which direction I want to take it.  Figure out if I want to end it on a good note, or a bad one.  It will come together eventually.  Hopefully soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-7613156115765441426?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7613156115765441426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7613156115765441426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7613156115765441426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7613156115765441426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-update.html' title='Life Update'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4801467189713444837</id><published>2009-02-20T01:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:45:03.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Late Night with Conan O'Brien is almost over!  I mean, he'll be on The Tonight Show replacing Jay Leno.  I'm excited for that to happen.  But, I liked watching Conan AFTER Leno.  I don't know why.  I personally don't even like Leno.  I mean, I respect him and his work, but Conan's humor just hits home more, personally.  And I bet a lot of people agree.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished watching tonight's Conan, and they showed this clip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbBd9Ry9lDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hbBd9Ry9lDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love random stuff like this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, no more Masturbating Bear =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FU2l-XU5cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FU2l-XU5cg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4801467189713444837?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4801467189713444837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4801467189713444837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4801467189713444837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4801467189713444837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-of-era.html' title='End of an Era'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5808432097543681717</id><published>2009-02-09T04:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:15:04.972-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screenplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>So I've been writing my screenplay, and the software I mentioned in a previous post really helps. &lt;div&gt;I still don't know how to describe it, perhaps it's because I'm so tired.  But I don't have to keep formatting it, because it automatically does it for me.  I just have to type.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having issues though.  Not like, me staying up WAY too late. (I still average like 7-8 hours of sleep despite the fact that I wake up closer to noon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather, I have issues with my plot.  I don't know which direction to take it.  At first I wanted to make it a slightly romantic drama with hints of comedy, but I decided not to do that.  Then I wanted to do straight up tragedy, but thought that was too depressing.  I considered straight up comedy, but I'm not that funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I don't know if I want to end the story on a good note, or a bitter one.  I like the concept of nobody being happy (in movies).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the reason why I hate movies that have happy endings is because a lot of the times, it's unrealistic.  But that's what movies are about right?  Escaping reality.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it is.  Part of me wants my main character to be truly happy in the end, and another part of me makes me want my main character to suffer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing that involves death or anything of that sort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm having a hard time, because I sometimes write the story as if I am the main character.  I then try and think about what I would want, but it conflicts with my story because, I have to steer my character in one direction while I know that I would want to go another way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's stupid, because I'm afraid that this story that I have, up here in my head, is actually going to happen to me.  Not exactly, but in general.  The only experiences I have are my own, and I can only write about what I know.  I'm not even trying to film this.  I just want to write a screenplay.  I want to write it because I've always wanted to write one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see my story finished.  But every time I try to write, it's like I'm trying to predict what's going to happen to me in real life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there a word to describe how I'm feeling?  Besides crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5808432097543681717?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5808432097543681717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5808432097543681717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5808432097543681717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5808432097543681717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8129633616427927859</id><published>2009-02-05T02:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:47:38.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious</title><content type='html'>I feel sick to my stomach.  I feel like I'm going to vomit, but I know I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sick.  I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; sick.  I feel anxious.  I'm being neurotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I can do about it right now, except wait.  I'm trying to get my mind off things, like finding a job.  Just for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my screenplay.  A friend recommended some software to help me write it.  Its called Celtx.  I don't really know how to describe it.  To be honest, I just opened the program and I haven't really used it yet.  But once I get used to it, I'll post about how it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing as how I have no clue how to write a screenplay, I decided to just look at some screenplays and read them through.  According to my friend, each page of the screenplay should take approximately one minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to read these screenplays and see how much action drives the movie.  Of course, dialog is important, but going scene from scene, the action of the actors and camera drive the movie.  It's crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for inspiration, so I'm listening to random songs, and putting them in a play list.  Potential soundtrack?  I love random mixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already, watch the video from my previous entry.  It's not much, but it's my first video blog post.  Although I filmed it in December.  I put it together earlier this week.  I hope to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I finally finding direction?  Am I gonna go video?  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try and fight through this anxiety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8129633616427927859?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8129633616427927859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8129633616427927859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8129633616427927859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8129633616427927859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/anxious.html' title='Anxious'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5674679024960035186</id><published>2009-02-03T12:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:13:38.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog *FIXED*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;So I made this last night, but I filmed it in while I was moving out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;in December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;It's a little long, so if you're gonna watch it, keep that in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;It's really stupid, but I told myself I'd make it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;and I have too many projects left undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OQcOrqRdK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OQcOrqRdK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5674679024960035186?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5674679024960035186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5674679024960035186' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5674679024960035186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5674679024960035186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/video-blog.html' title='Video Blog *FIXED*'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3751511517568837226</id><published>2009-02-01T04:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:38:08.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck e. cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SYVteSmSSAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9xi8fBz-hnM/s1600-h/3D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SYVteSmSSAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9xi8fBz-hnM/s400/3D.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297760903827179522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some 3D glasses from K-Mart.  That store is depressing.  It just looks so bad inside.  You walk in, and you walk back into the early 90's.  Not in a good way either.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Slumdog Millionaire yesterday.  I enjoyed it, but it was a little long.  The girl who played Latika (the oldest one) is very attractive.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist (finally!) tonight.  I also enjoyed this movie.  I'm a big fan of Michael Cera, I think he's hilarious, because every time I see him, I think George Michael Bluth.  I'm not the biggest Kat Denning fan, but I liked her in the movie.  Is it me, or does she looks like a curvier Hilary Duff?  I always confused the two in the past.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.  But I can't sleep (what's new).  My sister and I had to baby sit our cousin's kids.  We picked them up a little past 9AM, and we took em to Burger King for breakfast, then Petco to see animals, then Chuck E. Cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a long ass day for me.  I didn't get anything done, not that I had planned to do anything anyways.  We got back home around 3PM, and I passed the hell out till 10PM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see my dilemma now?  I'll pass out soon, I think.  I hope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I narrowed down some songs to put on my album.  I'm trying to write a new song too, but I haven't written a song in almost 6 months.  I have nothing to write about.  I also want to have a couple covers too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get a head start on my screenplay.  I realized that I won't be able to write it.  I don't know how to formally write a screenplay.  The best I can do right now is to type up the movie scene by scene, develop characters and setting.  So I started that.  We'll see how it does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to get these done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I also really want to find a job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I applied to Razorfish the other day.  Randomly.  I need to start researching them more, because I don't know shit about em.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep it real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3751511517568837226?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3751511517568837226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3751511517568837226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3751511517568837226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3751511517568837226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-sunday.html' title='Super Bowl Sunday'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SYVteSmSSAI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9xi8fBz-hnM/s72-c/3D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1765913496992340053</id><published>2009-01-26T02:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:00:00.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hybrids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Can't Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SX1qvBJiveI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ukaYXOyBy5g/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SX1qvBJiveI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ukaYXOyBy5g/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295506092852428258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture is completely irrelevant to what the rest of this entry is about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nothing big, probably not even funny to 99.8% of the people who saw it, or are seeing it now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I frequent CNN's Sports Illustrated website, along with ESPN.com.  I check them regularly to keep up with sports news and scores.  I enjoy reading up on my favorite teams and players.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one particular headline caught my eye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"White powers South in Senior Bowl" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know exactly who and what they are talking about, but honestly, when I first read the headline, all I saw was, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;s and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOUTH&lt;/span&gt;.  If I wrote this article, I think I would have titled it differently.  But maybe the guy did it on purpose, It got me to click on it, because it caught my eye.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know in reality, I'm just blowing it WAY out of proportion.  Anywho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading into DC tomorrow.  I mean today.  I mean in less than 6 hours from now.  &lt;div&gt;My sister's taking the car to work, so if I don't go with her at 8 AM, then I'm SOL.  So I have to tag along.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend is coming in, and then I'm staying at his friends for the night.  It's much easier for me to stay out there then to come back home late at night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind DC is only like 20-30 minutes from my house, without traffic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The traffic here SUCKS.  Roads are congested, mostly with people who don't car pool.  There are HOV-2 lanes, which are dedicated to cars with more than 1 passenger and hybrid vehicles, and I think there are other exceptions, but I don't live around here so I don't know (great excuse, mind you**).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HOV lanes are usually pretty empty, which is pretty sad, because they are supposed to alleviate the dense traffic, but people can't seem to live without their cars.  It's nice, because you can drive by yourself on the HOV if you have a hybrid.  THEY ENCOURAGE IT.  We need more of that now-a-days.  Encouragement.  NO ONE WANTS TO DRIVE A CADILLAC ESCALADE.  I really wish they'd stop trying to sell that behemoth.  I love advertising.  I do.  I enjoy it all.  But seriously.  The only car commercial I remember seeing during the times when gas was over $3.00, which was not too long ago, were Cadillac Escalade commercials.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It totally makes sense, because when gas is high, nobody wants to drive a tank to work, but you can't sell a car if everybody forgets about it.  Watch me buy one in like 10  years.  I'll blame the damn commercials with Kate Walsh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as most of you know, and can probably just assume without hesitation, I'm unemployed.  I would love a job right now.  I cannot say that I deserve a job right now, based off how hard I'm trying to obtain one, but one can hope.  I'll have to start picking up the pace soon.  I always say that, but it doesn't mean anything until I actually start picking up the pace.  soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since I do have a bunch of free time, I'd like to use it wisely.  I've decided to read again.  I've been on a hiatus of sorts.  I haven't read for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;, key word pleasure, since freshman year of college.  Not to say I haven't read a book since then.  I have, and I don't count books that I had to read for school, because I never read those anyways.  I'm trying to force myself to read, to find joy in it.  I see so many people that enjoy reading, and I can see why, because when you find something that interests you, you don't want to put it down.  Me, I lose interest in books very fast, so if it's fiction, the story has to be pretty good (for my standards).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had the habit of turning the TV on the second I wake up in the morning, but closer to noon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm gonna read, which is exactly what I did today.  If only for 30 minutes.  If it's good, I won't put it down.  So I need to find a book that will captivate me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to play less video games.  I know I have a ton of time to kill, but I can be using it more wisely, like drafting up emails and letters and such.  Although video games is a great way to pass time when you're bored as hell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with reading, and video games, and sending emails and letters, I'm still left with  A TON of time during the day.  So I decided on a couple things.  But one thing at a time.  I have limitations to my multi-tasking abilities, not to say that I'm not a "multi-tasking daddy" (reference to my Twitter update earlier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the first thing I want to do is, record an album.  I already have some recordings, but they were made within the last 2 years.  I haven't recorded anything original recently, and I would really like to do that.  Then get 10 songs (maybe a little more if I have enough creative juices flowing within me), and arrange them.  Burn em' on a CD or upload em somewhere.  I've always wanted to record an album.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing I wanted to do, was to write a screenplay.  I have a general idea for the theme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were to hypothetically film this movie, I would want it to be in the 60-90 minute range.  Ideally, maybe 120 minutes, but that's a long ass time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good friend once told me, if you can't imagine the movie in your head, scene by scene, for how ever long you want it to be, then you can't make the movie.  There wouldn't be enough substance.  Of course, it wasn't word for word what he said, but that was the point.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to just sit down and think it through.  Develop characters, plots, settings, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is low on my totem pole of things to do/want to do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I've probably lost a lot of you now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update you with how my life is going.  I swear to be more productive.  Not only for myself, but for the rest of humanity, because the world could use one less lazy, unproductive SOB.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1765913496992340053?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1765913496992340053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1765913496992340053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1765913496992340053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1765913496992340053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/01/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SX1qvBJiveI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ukaYXOyBy5g/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8494078433512104169</id><published>2009-01-24T12:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:24:17.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS SNOW TASTES LIKE POPSICLE!</title><content type='html'>I just watched a commercial where a kid was playing in the snow and he was building his first snowman.  It was the most phallic snowman I've ever seen.  The kid then starts to eat the snow, and says that it tastes like popsicle.  I start to laugh a little out loud, and a little more inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize it was a commercial for the Make-A-Wish Foundation.  I feel like a douche.  But not anymore, because this particular incident happened 15 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to motivate myself.  But only as of the past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I tried working out yesterday.  EPIC FAIL.  I tried to do intense interval training.  I don't know how long you are supposed to do that.  When I run indoors I try to run 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on the elliptical and did the interval training for 15 minutes and I was dying.  I didn't even want to use the machines across the room because it felt like my lungs were doused in gasoline and then lit on fire.  Out of shape, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need the weather to get warmer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8494078433512104169?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8494078433512104169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8494078433512104169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8494078433512104169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8494078433512104169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-snow-tastes-like-popsicle.html' title='THIS SNOW TASTES LIKE POPSICLE!'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-703442459291829387</id><published>2009-01-10T02:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:58:11.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a real update in a while.  My last one didn't really count, because it was purely out of anger and frustration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to New York for the last week of December 2008 and I came back home January 4, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a much needed vacation, despite everything that happened.  New Years 2009 was unique, and that's always memorable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister bought me a Playstation 3 for my christmas+graduation gift.  I'm very grateful, and am enjoying the present.  I'm playing it right now, it's just on pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just applied to Ogilvy's Associates Program, and soon I'll be applying to find work.  I should have a busy week ahead of me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking for something to do MLK jr weekend, cause my house will be occupied by my sister's friends.  I can stay here, but I also don't want to just sit around and make things awkward.  Apparently I'm good at that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been very productive lately, except the past 2 days, when I was buckling down to finish my Associates Program application.  Now I need to work on other applications, and try and stay proactive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try and start working out again...we'll see how it goes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little out of touch with my blog.  I still don't know what it's all about.  It's about nothing honestly.  But I want it to be about something.  Something I'm knowledgeable about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been more active on Twitter lately, and of course, there is my favorite, Facebook.  Even with the horrendous facelift that was forced upon me during the summer, I have gotten used to it.  It has grown on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to doing nothing.&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-703442459291829387?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8186067705306997078</id><published>2009-01-05T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:53:44.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>FOOTBALL IS BULLSHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8186067705306997078?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8186067705306997078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8186067705306997078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8186067705306997078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8186067705306997078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2009/01/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7736337750949981828</id><published>2008-12-28T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:15:38.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in Virginia right now.  &lt;div&gt;I'm going to New  York tomorrow till Sunday (1/4), and it should be a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened since my last update.  I'll fill you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I moved out of Ohio, for good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving out was a pain in the ass.  I was moving crap in and out of my car all night.  It was frustrating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive was okay, I took a couple naps at rest stops.  The drive from Ohio to Virginia is really boring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get into Virginia, and literally 5 minutes away from my house, I get into a car accident.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car is a total loss, so I don't have a car anymore.  Which kind of sucks, but the value of my car is pretty high, compared to how much it cost.  So I guess it was a blessing in disguise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, not much since then though, except Christmas shopping, and of course, Christmas itself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm more excited for New Years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope ya'll had a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and/or whatever you celebrate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-7736337750949981828?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7736337750949981828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7736337750949981828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*4:39AM Update*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record, I have been up since 8:30AM December 20, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have watched 3 movies on TBS, and am still in the process of packing my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made 5 stops to the dumpster.  Which is walking distance, but not when there are bags of trash that need to be throw away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know why I'm taking the time to update.  I feel like I need more of a purpose to this blog.  I just ramble on about my life, and my life is boring.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I tell you that I've yet to finish packing?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was more excited to leave columbus 24 hours ago.  But now, I just don't want to do anything.  I can count on one hand the number of things/people I will miss.  Give or take 2 fingers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I went out to my car, I took everything out of my trunk.  Then I rearranged it.  I hope I don't have to do that again because it's dark outside, the sidewalk is very icy, and my body is sore from moving stuff all day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the question remains.  Should I go to sleep soon?  My estimated time of departure was/is 8:00AM December 21, 2008 aka in a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The logical answer would be yes, but I still have stuff to put away, and perhaps more "tetris" that needs to be played in my car so I can get optimal space usage.  I wonder if it's possible to major in ergonomics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a 22 oz. bottle of NOS in my fridge.  Not the kind you use for your cars to make them go faster.  I really hope this bottle of NOS is enough for my 6-7 hours drive to Fairfax, Virginia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I'm rambling again, and I've probably lost 80% of readers by now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time I update, I'll, hopefully, be alive and in Virginia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last update from Ohio.  For now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2327062193282816644?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2327062193282816644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2327062193282816644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2327062193282816644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2327062193282816644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/12/moving-is-pain-in-this-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4203051497670969121</id><published>2008-12-16T03:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T04:00:28.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Done Deal</title><content type='html'>I'm done with college!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to pick up my diploma, which I will do within the next couple days from the university registrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving back to Fairfax, VA on Sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't started packing my stuff up yet.  I have a lot of stuff, but I'm also giving away/throwing away most of it.  I need to empty out my trunk.  It has a bunch of crap, that I am probably going to keep, but must be reorganized to optimize my trunk space.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just beat Final Fantasy X a couple of hours ago.  I didn't get all the side quest items (sorry Cecil).  I wanted to.  I really did, but I thought to myself, "If I don't beat this game soon, I'm never going to pack, or do anything productive."  So I had to beat the game.  It was pretty easy, much like Final Fantasy XII.  I just leveled up a ton towards the end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the journey has ended.  Both my college career, and Final Fantasy X.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends came over today to "surprise" me.  I use quotations because I sort of knew they were coming.  But I didn't know why.  On Saturday they kept telling me, "Monday's going to be good."  and then I'd ask them why and they would just ignore me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I opened the door, I was glad to see them, even if it wasn't really a surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I didn't know was that they were going to cook up some hot pot.  I'll post up pictures of it later.  But man I love hot pot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I haven't sent my resume's out yet.  I'm still a little hesitant.  I feel like my resume still needs work, but find me one person who thinks their resume doesn't need work.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start acting more "responsible" now.  But I can't just flip a switch so I'll take baby steps.  First...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wake up in the morning.  Not 11:59AM, or even 11:00AM, but rather, 9-10AM.  If not, even earlier, like 7-8AM.  I need to enjoy the day.  I'll feel a lot better too, since I feel so sore all the time, probably because I don't leave the apartment much these days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sleep earlier.  No later than 1:30AM.  But even that's pretty late.  I've been going to bed at like 4-5AM the past few days.  Granted, I was playing Final Fantasy X, but still.  Even now, it's 3:55 AM as I type, yet I beat the game hours ago.  I need to be more efficient with my time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is more, so much more, that I can improve upon, but I don't have the time to list them all.  Actually, that's not true, I probably DO have the time to list them all, but I'm really tired.  And I probably SHOULDN'T sit here and list them all anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn...I still need to do some Christmas shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if she reads this but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Peggy Leung!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4203051497670969121?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4203051497670969121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1286707906756325052</id><published>2008-12-11T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:00:53.623-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguin'/><title type='text'>Penguin Holiday Sample Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hauteconcept.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/original-penguin-sample-sale-121008-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 478px;" 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href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/12/penguin-holiday-sample-sale.html' title='Penguin Holiday Sample Sale'/><author><name>cloudplum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16284046026982388025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kjr31L6ZEZ8/TIY5_fI_xJI/AAAAAAAAA1c/lW_bekfrT_I/S220/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2902892211818832396</id><published>2008-12-11T03:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:47:12.297-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KAWS'/><title type='text'>TR-808</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SUDQIOKY2JI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ziI3MrQj7y4/s1600-h/600px-KAWS_808s_%26_Heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SUDQIOKY2JI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ziI3MrQj7y4/s400/600px-KAWS_808s_%26_Heartbreak.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278447602937419922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard time focusing.  &lt;div&gt;I should be studying for my final.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't be on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shouldn't be updating my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, as I'm listening to music, Kanye's 808s and Heartbreaks, I felt compelled to update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't like Love Lockdown when it first came out.  I'm still not really feeling it, but I've come to the conclusion that I really like Kanye's latest album.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so different, and supposedly genuine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I take what Kanye West says with a grain of salt, but again, it sounds genuine, and it's not like I personally know the guy.  I give him mad props for this album.  It's not rap, it's pop art (don't confuse with the visual art kind of pop art).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read up on the album on Wikipedia, because it's such a trusted source.  But for serious, I don't know what I'd do without Wikipedia sometimes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The album cover you see here isn't the one that comes with the CD, but this art work will be included in a special Christmas packaging for the CD.  This album art was done by &lt;a href="http://www.kawsone.com/blog"&gt;KAWS&lt;/a&gt;.  The link leads to his website/blog.  I really like his stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I realized that I always end up liking stuff more after I get it.  Especially music.  I'll listen to something and think it's "ehh" or "just okay", but when I listen to it again, way later, weeks, months, maybe a year, I find myself liking it.  I guess my tastes are always evolving.  Then again, if a song or group is flat out bad I try not to give second chances out of principle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.  I really should finish my studies.  It's 3:45 AM.  My exam is in less than 12 hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost done with school.  Assuming I haven't failed any classes this quarter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling hasn't settled in yet.  I'm dreading my move out more than I am excited that I'm done.  I'm sure that will change once I put my pencil down tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2902892211818832396?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2902892211818832396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2902892211818832396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2902892211818832396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2902892211818832396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/12/tr-808.html' title='TR-808'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SUDQIOKY2JI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ziI3MrQj7y4/s72-c/600px-KAWS_808s_%26_Heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3008020308372801217</id><published>2008-12-09T02:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:47.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction?</title><content type='html'>Would you say I'm addicted to Final Fantasy?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk about it/play it an awful lot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I beat Final Fantasy XII in November.  I started it last winter, but I never got to sit there and play it until this Fall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After beating FFXII, I kind of missed it.  I know it sound stupid, but beating a Final Fantasy, especially after purchasing it almost a year ago, is really fulfilling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to start the game over, but rather, I wanted to play Final Fantasy X.  I beat it years ago, when I was still in high school.  I still remember the general plot, but I forgot a few things, and the game is significantly different than FFXII that I had to "re-learn" how to play it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm in the midst of playing it.  I started last week.  I'm almost done.  But as Cecil recommended, I should do all the side quests and get all the Celestial weapons.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides Cecil, who understands what I'm talking about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm interested in knowing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here is my reasoning for playing so much Final Fantasy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Playstation 2 is broken, has been for a while.  The thing doesn't read DVDs, and it isn't under warranty anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I move out, I won't be able to play games anymore, that is, until I buy a new console or fix my broken one (I doubt I'll do the latter). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take advantage of it while I still can! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note.  My last final is on Thursday, and after I take that, I'm virtually done with school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3008020308372801217?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3008020308372801217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3008020308372801217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3008020308372801217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3008020308372801217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/12/addiction.html' title='Addiction?'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1149252210348145734</id><published>2008-12-04T02:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T03:02:33.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last First Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STeN07TzelI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WPjvLa_Sx78/s1600-h/knut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STeN07TzelI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WPjvLa_Sx78/s400/knut2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275841428901296722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't realize that I had a final tomorrow (technically today) until Tuesday.  Which would be one days ago, but again, technically two days ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not close to being prepared for it, but I also don't give a damn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I still want to do well, but I've had a bad case of senioritis since junior year.  I just get lazy, and take advantage of the curve.  I don't think I'm a really smart guy, but I also don't think I'm that dumb either.  I can pass a class with an above average score and do it without trying too hard.  Then again, I've had times where I tried hard and failed to get above a B.  So I guess it evens out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a man of average to (hopefully) above average intelligence.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really dwell on it though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been playing a lot of video games.  I recently beat Final Fantasy XII this past November.  It's taken me almost a year to beat it.  Mostly because I never had time to play it.  But I played the hell out of it this Fall.  I felt really good after beating it.  It almost felt like I moved onto the next chapter of my life because it took so long to beat.  Even my room mates were excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give the game a 9 out of 10.  But I'm not going to review it, because that would be nerdy, and unnecessary, because there are people who dedicate their time to review games elsewhere.  They also get paid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.  One would think, "what do you do, now that you've completed FFXII?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you don't think that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well if you did, I have started to play Final Fantasy X.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while on my way to beating FFXII, I sort of got obsessed with Final Fantasy.  They are so much fun to play!  It's not the kind of game where you go around and shoot people, whether it be bad guys or innocent pedestrians, but a game with a quest.  A game where the focus is essentially Good vs Evil.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These games are so EPIC.  I love epic video games.  They have such value to them.  Maybe not replay value, but when you beat it, you say to yourself, "Man.  That was worth it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'll stop with the Final Fantasy jargon before I start sounding more lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as my title suggests, my final tomorrow (today) will be my last, first final.  My last, last final is next Thursday.  Then I'm done with college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make it seem like I'm way more excited through text, but in reality, I'm not really excited.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.  I'm excited.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm glad I'm done with school.  But I'm not walking either, so it's not like I'm doing the whole "cap 'n' gown" thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little worried about a couple things.  I have to move out this month, but I don't live in Ohio anymore.  I can't just drive back and forth from school to home.  I live in Virginia now, and it takes like 6-7 hours to drive there.  I'm not going back and forth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to throw away a lot of my belongings.  Things I really don't need.  I realized this morning that I don't have a lot of variety in my clothing.  I have a lot of clothes (mostly t-shirts), but I only cycle through 7 or 8.  Which is how it's been for the past couple years.  I can honestly fit all the clothes I wear regularly throughout the week in one laundry bin.  Then again I do have my dress clothes and my outerwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to give away or throw away some of my clothes.  Or ship some of it home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after moving out, I have to go home, then after that I have to find a job.  YAY!  I'm totally not excited to look for one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a job.  I really do.  I just don't want to go through all the trouble to get one.  But I will do it, because I have to.  My motivation to get a job, will motivate me to do the necessary things to get me a job.  If that makes any sense.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also might go to Korea for a little if it looks like I won't get a job for a while.  It might be nice to get away, but I would also like to be in America, if I get an interview or something.  Wishful thinking perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my life in a nutshell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are curious as to why I have a picture of a polar bear cub, I don't know what to tell ya.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why either.  I just wanted to start the post off with a picture.  A cute one at that.  The cub's name is Knut.  That adorable polar bear cub from Germany.  Of course, Knut is no longer that cute.  Knut is probably no longer a cub either.  But it was hella cute when it was a cub.  This thing is adorable!  I want it as a pet under one condition: it has to stay that small.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on science...get on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1149252210348145734?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1149252210348145734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1149252210348145734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1149252210348145734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1149252210348145734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-first-final.html' title='Last First Final'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STeN07TzelI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WPjvLa_Sx78/s72-c/knut2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7818830160118323684</id><published>2008-12-02T00:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:34:37.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week of Class</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.  &lt;div&gt;I spent mine at my roommates house in Toledo, Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been there in all my years in Ohio.  It's a pretty blue collar town, also sort of ghetto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take any pictures, mainly because the only things I wanted to take pictures of were when I didn't have my camera on me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was online earlier and I found this Portland Trailblazers fan blog, and you know how they have that yearbookyourself.com thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they did it for Greg Oden, and I thought it was/is hilarious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg Oden is tight.  Not only because he played for Ohio State, but also because he's a funny guy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STTwM1tj3RI/AAAAAAAAAH0/W-mngQd0F00/s400/1980+oden.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275105166924963090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg wore the same thing as me, and copied my hair style for picture day in 1980...He looks better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STTwMwbGQbI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OkpW2bInxYw/s400/1980.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275105165505348018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some other pictures...I have stuff to do, but I did this instead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1970:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STTw__hFRCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/9qFqIutJYYg/s400/1970.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275106045730309154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1984:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STTw_-f05OI/AAAAAAAAAIM/sCm63txehRM/s400/1984.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275106045456606434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1998:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/STTxx9wwskI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Io4nA1_4xLA/s400/1998.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275106904252658242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's sad is that my face fits the fat guy outline so well.  Then again, I did put more effort in resizing the image.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly.  These pictures can keep me occupied for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer Recap Part III will have to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to start a "homeroom."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps a MAIP 1974 Homeroom??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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all at once.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the waiting area on the 6th floor @ Ogilvy.  It's Neo@Ogilvy's floor.  I think I was waiting for some people to go to a "Thirsty Thursday" event.  It was also a Media Planner's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb4M5U84I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4-l8r5RLyyc/s400/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272127334883062658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to 230 Fifth, a rooftop bar in NYC.  That's the Empire State Building.  Everyone from Ogilvy that went got wristbands, and we got to eat a drink for free.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb46Ttk9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/ECFOkpomHiM/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272127347073323986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best free  mini-burger ever.  It was really good.  They had samosa's too, they were okay, but the inside's looked like green baby vomit.  But don't get me wrong, they were pretty good.  Their drinks on the other hand were weak.  Until we tipped the waitress.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb4um3abI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ucGSXrq_qQ8/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272127343932434866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget the name of the joint, but I met up with an old friend, and met her boyfriend, and his friends, and another friend who I didn't know was going to be there.  It was fun.  My shrimp taco's were delicious.  The only issue I had was that there were only 4, and they were as long as my index finger.  I need more food.  Also, this place has the best guacamole I've ever consumed, thus far.  Mango flavored, orange flavored, they were all good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb5N_ddfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DfKN7TGl6ds/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272127352357090802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from when I went to the Siren Music Festival @ Coney Island with PK.  As usual, Coney Island was packed.  But probably more so because of the concert.  We walked around a lot, ate italian ice ($1), played skee-ball, and people watched (aka judged).  The stage was too far away to actually sit there and pay attention.  The main band I wanted to hear was Broken Social Scene, which we heard for a little, then left.  There were other bands, but I didn't want to walk over to the other stage.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb5UstBdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eCsGZDTxY3E/s400/IMG_1634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272127354157467090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is after the Siren Music Festival, I think the same night.  We managed to get Dark Knight tickets @ the AMC theater in Times Square.  I think it was opening week, or the week after?  Point is, the movie was sold out for practically a month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpdOz49_KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XboHQFxu6c4/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272128822819290274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken @ Central Park.  I went to the Summer Stage concert thing-a-ma-jig.  Santogold was playing.  I'm still not that into her, but it was fun.  Minus the whole, waiting in a line part.  I didn't take this picture though.  Anu took it, with my camera.  It's pretty neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpdPPuyZHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/6yAL-J0QQJI/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272128830292780146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as MAIPers, we have to give back to the community.  Not only because we wanted to, but also because we had to.  This is from the TORCH event.  Where we basically set up shop and had a mini-college fair for high school students.  This was somewhere in NYC.  Near Washington Square Park.  Kimmel Center?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpdPfGmkFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YHzyxm4tbO4/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272128834419200082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I can't complain, because we were organized alphabetically.  We each represented our own school.  I, of course, was representing OSU, but to my left, was UPenn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All those kids in the picture...were inquiring about UPenn.  Didn't even look at me, or take a brochure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpdPTUusUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/p1pwdey2n6w/s400/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272128831257227586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then a miracle happened.  Somebody stopped by and asked about OSU.  I got a little nervous.  I'm not one that is full of school spirit, but I do like my school.  I had to make us look good.  So what do I talk about?  Sports.  But we're not even that good at that anymore either...I think I was showing him a picture collage I made while I was at work.  All the picture in that collage were of athlete's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpdQNoO1DI/AAAAAAAAAF0/WQ7Fil0A9Sc/s400/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272128846908281906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew someone felt my pain.  Randy, also representing a Big Ten school, University of Minnesota.  He sat next to a girl from NYU.  Carla I think.  I don't think she knows me.  But I know of her.  Thanks to mass MAIP emails.  (Carla not pictured)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpevycA6AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aipor5akBAs/s400/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272130488876722178" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sushi is from Tenzen.  Nothing spectacular, but the sushi was good.  We had a "Hot Date Night."  Basically an excuse for a big group of people to go out and have dinner together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpewDrYtcI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9fg7WhmTZ9U/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272130493504599490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Tiffany and Ruchy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpgOdnUQJI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CFAR5ocjpMY/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132115374555282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Tenzen, I think we went to Crumb's?  I'm pretty sure it was Crumb.  Anywho, Geia wanted to eat the cake like this for a picture.  The first time around, I didn't look at her, but I was looking at the cake.  She then yelled, "You're supposed to look at me!"  This is the result.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake was alright.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpewZ2b3xI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vu0IJBhTJN8/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272130499456524050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephanie and Zack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpew7PLAyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ttgiJirArb8/s400/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272130508418646818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening Rudy and Tiffany stopped by my ginormous room.  I forget what we did.  I think we just watched youtube video's.  And maybe drink some beer.  I forget.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpgO-ZHOaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/IENNKaSgoL4/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132124173351330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from when some of us went to MoMA.  Look at all the people that are passed out.  The museum wasn't that boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpgPKHQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Co40MOwKLoo/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132127319717106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon thought it was pretty boring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpgPv_u4BI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tku2vtVvC2Y/s400/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132137488670738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst piece of art.  Ever.  I really mean it.  It's seriously just a square canvas painted black.  with a ridiculous description that I will share with you another day.  If you look back far enough, I might have already blogged about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpgQPXysTI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Qhe6F0NmoQI/s400/IMG_1765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272132145911083314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larissa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSph8nqxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EcZzY-baq3U/s400/IMG_1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134007859013138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of MoMa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSph9NlMhOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ICQrmErfKNY/s400/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134018036172002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is from when we walked to Dinosaur BBQ, only to not eat there because it was packed.  They eventually ate there, but I was unable to attend.  Sad face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSph9XDQTvI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FsGEjU0tqxw/s400/IMG_1794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134020578168562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that night we didn't go to Dinosaur BBQ, we went to this Cuban place.  It was pretty good.  Brandon had a cool idea for a picture.  The right camera screen is over exposed, but it's another "eye".  You get the picture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSph9qFzKxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6ZQyyKA-ciw/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272134025689115410" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part III will be up shortly.  I hope before Thanksgiving.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8322982302361144542?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSpb4M5U84I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4-l8r5RLyyc/s72-c/IMG_1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3454081548364573071</id><published>2008-11-21T00:34:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:10:37.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Recap Part I</title><content type='html'>So this is how my summer started:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I got news that I have been accepted into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAAA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAIP&lt;/span&gt; 2008 program.  Holler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I had to send a profile picture of myself, but I didn't have a good one, so I took one.  And still, to this day, I don't have a good profile picture of myself.  But since this is the image used in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MAIP&lt;/span&gt; book, I have to put it up here.  Can you say "awkward?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVwRtq_7I/AAAAAAAAACE/NV_0I9Cf7o0/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVwRtq_7I/AAAAAAAAACE/NV_0I9Cf7o0/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994701760790450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I finally get to New York.  I didn't get a chance to relax yet, because I had finished my final exams the day before, literally.  This was my humble abode for 9 weeks, which apparently was way bigger than other peoples' rooms.  Holler??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Air Conditioning not included)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVv76GYKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/l85u8YiZSBs/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994695907336354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Here's a shot of my desk.  It got messier as the weeks went on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVwDmftrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RhE0mF0dP4E/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVwDmftrI/AAAAAAAAAB8/RhE0mF0dP4E/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270994697972594354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This isn't from my first day at work.  But, this was probably within the first 2 weeks.  I really enjoyed interning at Ogilvy &amp;amp; Mather.  I would love to work for them.  I hope they search me after I apply for a job, and they stumble upon this blog.  It's already linked to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, which they probably check.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZW8rEGVII/AAAAAAAAACM/qC-ICBlwFKo/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996014235800706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My first outing with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MAIP&lt;/span&gt; group.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coney&lt;/span&gt; Island for the Mermaid Parade.  It was pretty fun to say the least.  I enjoyed my Nathan's hot dog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZW88vjORI/AAAAAAAAACU/MA4JUOhgHO8/s400/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996018981452050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-official &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MAIP&lt;/span&gt; party (only some knew about it, but only because nobody knew each other).  This was at a friend's APT.  We basically just ate food and had some drinks at the rooftop of their building.  Funny thing is, we had to go down 4 floors to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZW9H89PNI/AAAAAAAAACc/HbzWmQgLWAI/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996021990472914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The night before my birthday.  Basically, it was just a regular outing for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MAIPers&lt;/span&gt;, except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; told people that it was also my birthday.  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt;.  I really enjoyed partying in your ballroom (club's name = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; Ballroom).  We danced a lot.  I made friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZW9AljoRI/AAAAAAAAACk/QwUnHpaD0kU/s400/IMG_1336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996020013277458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm pretty sure I took this on our way back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; Ballroom.  The significance of this picture is Cecil's face.  I captured it again later on.  It will most likely be in Part II of this segment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZW9ZNIJ1I/AAAAAAAAACs/AO0mP7hbFdg/s400/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270996026621699922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The night of my birthday.  After a failed attempt at going to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Internbar&lt;/span&gt;.com suggestion, we went uptown to K-Town.  Specifically, La Quinta Inn (not a Korean establishment).  They have a small rooftop bar, and we drank there for a few hours.  I'm not wearing beads.  It was a shot glass necklace.  I used it once.  I wore it for the style...(pictured is Jessica and I).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZX2H6m70I/AAAAAAAAAC0/RZDpWYkUssY/s400/IMG_1343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997001233166146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-While at La Quinta Inn rooftop bar, some of us got hungry.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; and I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Woorijip&lt;/span&gt; (A Korean establishment), and got some Korean food.  It was really good when I ate it.  It was really gross when I threw it up on the way to my cousin's.  I ended up in Chinatown that night, by myself.  I was supposed to get off on Prince St. but the train didn't stop.  So I got off on Canal, and barfed.  It was a long night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZX2aSjXDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0c2JQfFjQEc/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997006165433394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The day after my birthday, Less than 12 hours after the above incident, My cousin and sister, who came to visit for my birthday, and I, went to Freeman's for an awesome brunch.  This place is tricky to get to, but my cousin knows NYC like the back of her hand (I never understood this saying, but I'll talk about that another day).  This is the alley way leading to Freeman's.  (Pictured: cousin and sister on left, random dude w/ pink shirt on bike on the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZX2mMt2LI/AAAAAAAAADE/tHrAEBYE7Uc/s400/IMG_1364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997009362180274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This is the inside of Freeman's.  There is much more to it than this, obviously, but I feel like this captures the scene.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZX29xcCrI/AAAAAAAAADM/Op31pGXKSiI/s400/IMG_1370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997015690218162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Basically this whole day was kind of my birthday celebration.  After Freeman's we walked around, and my cousin and sister went shopping.  We went to a desert place, but I didn't take any pictures.  The lady gave us a free cookie.  They were so good.  All homemade, all delicious.  We bought a cake for dinner.  We met up with my cousin Paul and his fiance Pam.  I also invited my friend Patricia.  We ate at a Thai place next to Smack, a mac n' cheese place, which I have yet to try.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZX3EyiDeI/AAAAAAAAADU/CtnFa202HIg/s400/IMG_1380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270997017573854690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Afterward dinner I went to go karaoke with my sister, her friend, and Patricia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me and my sister singing, which looks to me, like a Korean song?  I can't read Korean that well, nor do I actually listen to Korean music on a regular basis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZZoJybNlI/AAAAAAAAADc/l0c7z-s7kY8/s400/IMG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998960240801362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This picture was taken during the Gay Pride Parade.  Which was pretty fun actually.  Cecil, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt;, Larissa and I went, and got drenched from the rain, but that only made the gay people more....gay?  Here is a picture of the Google bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZZoUbK-hI/AAAAAAAAADk/kODlpkBP108/s400/IMG_1429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998963096058386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-One day we went to Tom's Diner, the one from Seinfeld.  You know, the one that they always eat at?  Well the inside doesn't look like that.  They just used the outside.  I ordered chicken fingers, and was amazed that one of my pieces was shaped like Africa.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt; then calls me a racist for saying that my chicken finger looks like Africa.  I was caught off guard because I had no racist intentions.  The situation was kind of hilarious.  And delicious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZZoYduNMI/AAAAAAAAADs/YTicQ0QAQXA/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998964180497602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-After Tom's Diner, we walked around Columbia's campus.  We lived really close to it, and Tom's Diner was about 2 blocks away.  The campus is really nice.  Really small compared to Ohio State.  Actually, tiny would be a better way to describe it compared to Ohio State.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZZov3H-vI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cBvnp_akWuU/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998970461059826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This was taken on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July.  We went to Cecil's mentor's friend's apartment.  They promised a great view for the fireworks show.  Little did they know that the barge, where the fireworks were launched was a little more upriver than the previous year.  Pictured below is the result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZZo_LUa_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/GMp5afm7Ly0/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270998974572293106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This was one of my favorite days.  A group of us went to Chinatown and got some dim sum.  We ordered a ton of food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZbN57WhJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DzGeOrZZWn4/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000708329931922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We ate a lot of food.  If you can, look at Brandon's face (middle).  Tell me that is not a full/content face?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZbOBOp08I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GbvOY78EjFE/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000710289937346" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-On another day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Anu&lt;/span&gt;, Larissa and I went to a bakery close to the I-House (International House), where we were living, and got some snacks.  I think I got cookies, and devoured them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Anu&lt;/span&gt; got this red velvet cake.  It was alright.  Nothing special.  The cookies weren't that great either.  When I devour something, it usually means it was good, but when I devour cookies, it's only because they were cookies.  (I love cookies, even the mediocre kind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZbOQ3E-4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/t1sMdOYgE_g/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000714486020994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-On a hot day in July, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hiro&lt;/span&gt;, Zack and I went to the Central Park zoo.  It was pretty cool.  I watched a sloth move from the ground to the top of a tree.  It only took 5 minutes.  I love the way sloth's move!  We also took this hilarious picture, but it's not on my camera, and I'm too lazy to find it, save it, and upload it.  I did see a Polar Bear though.  Two actually.  If you look closely, on the bottom right corner, there's another Polar Bear.  They are holding hands.  The other one's so dirty.  Polar Bear's aren't as white as the Coca-Cola &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;commercial's&lt;/span&gt; make them out to be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZbOpgY8_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/zCuwenyTjiM/s400/IMG_1554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000721101747186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This was after one of our Tuesday seminar's.  I think it was the production studio one?  We met on a rooftop and split up and toured this office.  It was pretty cool, except I almost fell asleep during one of the stops.  Afterwards I told some people that I'd go see the New York Philharmonics at Central Park with them.  This place was packed.  I heard that there were like, 100,000 people there.  AT ONCE!  I couldn't even see the NY Philharmonics.  I wasn't even facing them.  But I couldn't tell because we were so far away.  After the concert though they had a small fireworks show.  I LOVE fireworks.  Needless to say, I was very excited for this because our 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July fireworks were so...weak.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZbOyaAcKI/AAAAAAAAAEk/dyA0dMutE_A/s400/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000723490893986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for now.  I actually chose to do this instead of my Korean homework.  I also told myself that I wasn't going to do my Korean homework until I finished this post.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But remember, this is only Part I.  Part II will be up soon.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like it when I have more pictures than words?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know.  I want to cater to my readers, all (insert small single digit number) of you.  &lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-3454081548364573071?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3454081548364573071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3454081548364573071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3454081548364573071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3454081548364573071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/summer-recap-part-i.html' title='Summer Recap Part I'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SSZVwRtq_7I/AAAAAAAAACE/NV_0I9Cf7o0/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5480758721623650892</id><published>2008-11-19T02:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:17:36.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funk</title><content type='html'>I'm in a funk.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gaining weight, I'm getting lazy, and I'm not studying.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of those things are linked and have hindered me from being happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add insult to injury, I bought a pair of gloves from Urban Outfitters today.  $20 (pre-tax).  Why did I buy them?  Well.  It was ridiculously cold outside, and all I wore was a hoodie and my blue scarf.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're wondering.  I wore jeans and a t-shirt as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the gloves were quite warm.  I enjoyed them.  Except whenever I took them off, it smelled like the store.  Or, rather, it smelled like, metal?  I don't know.  Basically, not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm wearing these gloves all day.  And I played basketball later on.  I wore them TO the gym.  but I don't remember wearing them when I left.  And I'm pretty sure I left them in the gym.  Problem is, the gym is ENORMOUS.  Like, one of the biggest recreational facilities on a college campus in America.  If not THE biggest.  We use our money wisely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can call them tomorrow, but someone probably picked em up.  That's how it always happens.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 20 dollar gloves didn't even last a day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone get me out of here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5480758721623650892?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5480758721623650892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5480758721623650892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5480758721623650892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5480758721623650892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/funk.html' title='Funk'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-21073776423278061</id><published>2008-11-15T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:57:50.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I have been getting very lazy the past few weeks.  I'm waking up late.  I don't have the drive that I had in September.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This seems to happen often throughout the year.  I can't explain it and I can't avoid it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I think I can avoid it, but in order for that to happen I have to change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself that I'm going to "change" but it never happens.  I just end up waking up later, staying up later, studying less, and goofing off more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to start getting into the habit of doing things that are good for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I say this to myself ALL the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's better to say it, than to ignore it, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Quantum of Solace, the latest James Bond movie.  I enjoyed the action scenes, and how it was filmed in general.  The plot was a little thin though.  Maybe I wasn't paying attention, but I felt like there needed to be more explanation about the "secret organization" and more about their intentions.  Rather it seemed as if the movie went on with little, to no, plot direction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The intro reminded me of Mad Men.  Sorta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I give it a B.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-21073776423278061?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/21073776423278061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=21073776423278061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/21073776423278061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/21073776423278061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-noticed-that-i-have-been-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4179884726908244825</id><published>2008-11-12T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:48:19.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recover</title><content type='html'>I got my Macbook back last night.&lt;div&gt;Less than 12 hours after I gave it to the Apple store to fix.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said they'd call me in 3-5 days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They always say they'll call me in 3-5 days, and I always get my computer back the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the first generation Macbook with the 60 gb hard drive, but Apple no longer carries the 60 gb hard drive, or at least this particular Apple store did not have them, so I got a free 80 gb hard drive.  So I got 20 free gb's of hard drive space.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like the Apple Care Plan, because I've used it many times.  Not to say that my Macbook is prone to breaking, but for various reasons.  I've only had two hardware issues.  Video card, and hard drive.  All my other uses were cosmetic.  I got wrist pads replaced because they were staining, and I got a new, lack of a better term, shell, cause it was cracked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond that, my Macbook has been very durable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one issue though.  Not with the actual Macbook, but with the Apple Care Plan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3 year plan is great.  But once the three year deal is up you can't extend it.  You can't even buy a new 3 year plan.  Kind of ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were explaining to me that once the plan ends, there is a fixed rate for repairs...$300.   But if it's a "major repair," say your screen cracked, it's going to cost you more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were telling me this as if it was a good deal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Apple products.  I will most likely continue to purchase them through out my life, but they need to cut prices.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just goes to show how much people are willing to pay for an Apple product.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kudos to them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4179884726908244825?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4179884726908244825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4179884726908244825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4179884726908244825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4179884726908244825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/recover.html' title='Recover'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7283758680045389846</id><published>2008-11-10T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:38:49.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>So my Macbook hard drive crashed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I utilize the "time machine" function on the Leopard OS, so I guess I can back my data up from 3 weeks ago.  But now I'm going to back my data up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the apple store, and I really hope, unrealistically, that they'll just give me a new generation Macbook.  That would be awesome.  But unrealistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're probably just going to give me new hard drive, and maybe fix my computer if it has other problems.  Which I hope it does, so that I can get more new parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I basically lost all my documents...or the recent ones.  Kind of sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-7283758680045389846?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7283758680045389846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7283758680045389846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7283758680045389846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7283758680045389846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-614455976456734732</id><published>2008-11-06T02:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:15:45.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><content type='html'>So I'm organizing my desk and putting stuff in bins and what not, and I stumbled upon DVD copies of a movie my friends and I made for our senior project in high school.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First impression:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty big.  Not in a muscular way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look like a fool in the movie, and I remember I tried to watch this a few years ago, and I couldn't sit through it.  But I watched Saw V earlier and I can sit through anything now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie was stressful yet incredibly fun to make.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make more movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think my acting would be better now.  I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-614455976456734732?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/614455976456734732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=614455976456734732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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nerd status the past few days...&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used a phoenix down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you've been around me long enough, you'll know that I'm sort of a geek.  But not even the smart kind.  Like the kind that likes to play video games.  But not just any kind of video games, the RPG (Role Playing Game) sort.  I bought Final Fantasy XII (12), last winter and I said I was going to beat it before summer.  Epic fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up going off to New York for MAIP without accomplishing one of several goals.  But I don't remember the other goals.  I just know I had them, because I always seem to make goals for myself.  Well since I've been back in Columbus, I've played Final Fantasy XII a few times, and I kind of forgot the story line, I didn't feel connected with the characters, and I didn't know where the hell I was or where I was doing, so the game seemed foreign to me, despite the fact that I had put in many, many hours.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the past few days, I've been playing it more frequently.  I finally beat this boss, and it felt great because I had failed 2 times before, earlier.  So I finally progressed with the story, and caught myself up, and now I'm hooked.  again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still play Madden, which is a great game, but sports games are the most fun when you play with someone else.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to beat Final Fantasy XII though.  I can't keep putting it off.  I must finish.  I can't live with myself, if I don't beat it by the end of this quarter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't judge me.  Please?  I'm bored here in Columbus, so I resort to Final Fantasy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a more normal note, I played Flag Football this past Friday, and it was great.  More fun that I thought it would be.  Different from tackle, obviously, but just as fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep ya'll posted on how far I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-7180153193900061808?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7180153193900061808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7180153193900061808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7180153193900061808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7180153193900061808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-nerd.html' title='I Am Nerd'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6385218719803095747</id><published>2008-10-28T01:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T02:34:43.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burr</title><content type='html'>It's starting to get cold.  &lt;div&gt;I don't mind, but I like to ease my way into winter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently it snowed today.  I wasn't awake to see it, or it wasn't significant enough for me to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people hate snow.  And for the most part, I hate it too.  But I only hate snow when it causes my life to suck.   So for instance, when the roads are bad, when white snow turns into dirty slush on the streets, when my pants get wet when walkways are knee deep in snow, you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love it when the first full layer of show is on the ground.  I think this whole "first snow of the year" is a load of crap.  No offense to who ever reads this.  For me, the "first snow of the year" is when I look outside and everything is white.  For the first time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching snow fall is very rewarding.  The first few times.  Then it gets a little old, and if you're driving and it's snowing, it looks like you're traveling light speed like Star Wars, which is awesome, except 10 seconds into it, it starts to look like Magic Eye and your head starts to hurt because you're looking for the road.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until that first blanket of snow appears, I will not acknowledge the snow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to start writing music again.  It's been a long time since I actually wrote a song.  I don't know how some people do it (i.e. musicians), because writing songs is not easy.  It also doesn't help that I don't really have much to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't what the percentage is, but most songs are about love?  Please, correct me if I'm wrong.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I write about something that I haven't truly experienced?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to write a song about love, and say this is what I think it is.  That's dumb.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Substance comes from experience.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you got this guy here, who has been single all of his life.  This guy, of course, being me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never really been bothered with the fact that I've never been in a relationship.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never pursued anyone, I never led someone on.  I've told a couple girls how I felt about them, but that happened a long time ago and it was, needless to say, unfruitful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what the heck do I write about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I struck a gold mine, when I decided I would write about how I felt about someone. For the most part, it worked.  I got some words written down and matched that up with melodies.  I could only ride that wave for so long.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then tried to write songs about people in general.  You know, like for fun.  I'd write a song about a friend, and let them put some input into the lyrics.  Of course, most of these were comical and made fun of the subject.  I only ended up writing one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to avoid the whole, "I want to get out of here" theme.  It's sad enough that I actually want to get out of here, I don't think it's necessary that I have to write a song about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think to myself now.  When will I fall in love with my significant other?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting ahead of myself.  Instead, I should ask, when will I meet my significant other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still young.  But I'm getting older as the years go by, you know cause, that's how it works.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wouldn't it be great to know answers to some of those questions?  I know, I know, we aren't supposed to know until it happens.  It's fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be honest with ya'll know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in fate, but I also feel that not everything in our lives is decided by fate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, to say that there is one significant person out there for me, seems a little ridiculous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe because people's minds change on a whim.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to believe it though.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If true, does that mean I just have to sit here and wait?  Or do I still have to search?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea how I got from "snow" to here.&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6385218719803095747?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6385218719803095747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6385218719803095747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6385218719803095747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6385218719803095747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/10/burr.html' title='Burr'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6543702209148328590</id><published>2008-10-23T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:44:06.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas</title><content type='html'>I need Halloween Costume ideas....ASAP!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6543702209148328590?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8250137586041867377</id><published>2008-10-22T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:17:03.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>I'm not blogging as much these days, although I want to.  I'm just tired and lazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I just wrote an entry as a guest blogger on a friend's blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cloud Plum.  If you look at the right side of this page, you'll find it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My entry is titled "Fall Is My Favorite Season."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read it if you like, but also read the other posts, they're all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yours Truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8250137586041867377?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8250137586041867377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8250137586041867377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8250137586041867377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8250137586041867377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/10/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-271378674501579851</id><published>2008-10-14T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:46:51.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want</title><content type='html'>Apple has come out with new Macbooks and Macbook Pros. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are both sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-271378674501579851?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6379921663474738800</id><published>2008-10-13T02:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:33:42.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Civilization</title><content type='html'>I title this as if I was away in some cave for weeks, months, or even years.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really in a cabin in an Ohio State Park (Burr Oaks), near Glouster, Ohio.  Very close to civilization, although the life style in Glouster, Ohio is quite different from Columbus, Ohio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was probably the only Asian person in a 15 mile radius.  15 isn't much, but the town is tiny.  And Ohio University, which does have an Asian population (college students, international or not), is very close by.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess it doesn't seem all too bad.  But let me tell you this.  When we were driving through Glouster, Ohio, I was praying that we did not hit a red light in the middle of town.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was actually surprised to see traffic signals to be completely honest with you.  I mean, I'm not stupid, but this town is pretty isolated.  We literally walked amongst deer.  Well, we got close, then they ran, but we walked where they would have been standing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camping was pretty fun though.  It was a little hard at first, mainly because I didn't know any one except my two friends that set the whole thing up.  But a couple things bothered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we left for the state park, we had some errands to run in Athens, like buying snacks and drinks and stuff.  And so I went along with Jeff (my buddy) and his friend came too.  The dude's a nice guy, but if I fully judged him solely based on first impression, I would hate him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate it when people ask me stupid questions, and I don't mean any stupid questions, I mean, the questions that are just completely ridiculous.  Like, "Are you Mongolian?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never even met a Mongolian in my entire life.  Have you?  The only Mongolian I know of is Genghis Khan, and that dude's been dead for 781 years.  I don't say this to be an ass either, I say this because I really mean it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate calling people ignorant.  I really do.  Even if they are, I just don't like the word all that much.  But seriously, some people are just stupid.  Unbelievably stupid.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6379921663474738800?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6379921663474738800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6379921663474738800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6379921663474738800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6379921663474738800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-to-civilization.html' title='Back to Civilization'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6015958401427712522</id><published>2008-10-10T01:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T01:58:15.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'm finally doing something out of the ordinary this weekend.  I'm going "camping."  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I add the quotations because we aren't sleeping in sleeping bags in tents in the middle of the forest.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in a state park, and we're staying in a cabin.  We also have access to an indoor pool if the lake is too cold.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll go out on hikes and stuff, you know, the typical outdoor activities people do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to any Korean sessions tomorrow, although realistically I can probably fit in about 2 sessions in the morning.  But no.  It defeats the purpose of me starting my weekend a little bit early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sold my OSU vs Purdue tickets, and I'm meeting a guy from high school at 11 to sell it.  Then I'm off to Athens, Ohio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should be interesting, because it's a decent sized group.  Like, more than 10 people, and I only know 2 of them.  My buddies Jeff and Amy, who also happen to be dating (me = 3rd wheel all the time, like that time i went row boating with pete pasco and geia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they read this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I bet they won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no substance to my blog these days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll have something meaningful to blog about when I get back.  Maybe I'll have an epiphany when I'm walking around in the woods.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I did 5 sessions of Korean today, to tie my previous high (of 5), last week.  My goal is to do 6 in one day.  I'm not sure if it's possible, but it will require extensive preparation.  I'm not ready yet.  But I will be once I get back on Sunday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay with me on this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Thursday, I'll have my last, first exam of the quarter.  *(If I can finish Korean...errr, I mean, when I finish Korean)*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a ton of work to do next week now that I think about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I don't get to do these kinds of things often, so I'll take advantage of the time I have now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my mind is wandering.  and my laundry is still drying.  and i'm not done packing as a result.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6015958401427712522?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6015958401427712522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6015958401427712522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6015958401427712522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6015958401427712522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5434224146811034676</id><published>2008-10-03T15:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:12:58.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rando</title><content type='html'>Cold War Kids are coming to the Newport next Sunday (Oct. 12)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm coming home from camping that day, and I will have a ton of school work to do...&lt;br /&gt;So unless I can find someone to go with me, that actually wants to go because they like the Cold War Kids, then I'm probably not going to go.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one concert by myself once.  And I intend to keep it that way.  Going to a concert by yourself is really awkward.  Awkward enough where you have to milk it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Spring?  I went to a Ben Lee concert by myself.  It was a good show though.  I was just by myself.  Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the Kooks are coming on Oct. 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  That would be on a Tuesday.  I like the Kooks, but I have class from 7:30-9:18 on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I skipped class yesterday.  But I don't want to keep skipping class, because then it will become a habit.  I'd rather have a habit of going to class.  The student in me says that it is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in New York, because everyone comes there to play.  Big or small.  But especially the small.  I love small venues, that aren't too crowded.  I think that's why I like to keep looking for new artists and bands that aren't big yet, so if I do see them anytime soon, I know their concerts won't be big and annoying.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Yes Rudy, I do still have a blog.  I have to keep it up now.  You gave it a shout out.  I'm following you now, but you have no posts.  Follow me.  FOLLOW ME! (this is for everyone, not just Rudy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5434224146811034676?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5434224146811034676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5434224146811034676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5434224146811034676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5434224146811034676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/10/rando.html' title='Rando'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3320853591453820544</id><published>2008-09-30T01:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:24:43.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It</title><content type='html'>This is my last quarter of undergrad.  Or rather, I hope to make it my last quarter of undergrad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that's going to stop me from graduating this December is 15 credits of Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realistically, all my classes have the potential to stop me from graduating, but also realistically, I'm going to pass them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The normal student that takes a language course on the individual track takes 5 credits a quarter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most language classes (classroom track) are 5 credits anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking 15.  Korean 102-104.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the individual track (from now on called I.I.) students meet with an instructor 1 on 1 for 15 minutes, and complete an ACT session.  In the syllabi there are requirements for each ACT, and the ACT session covers it.  There are 30 some ACTs per credit.  Some have 40.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In total, I have 117 ACT sessions to complete.  I have 10 weeks of school.  5 weekdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are only allowed to schedule 5 times a week, with a maximum of 2 appointments a day.  But "walk-in" sessions are unlimited.  So if the instructor is free during an open spot that hasn't been taken, I can take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I calculated, in order for me to be completely done with all 117 ACT sessions in 10 weeks, I need to do 2.32 ACTs a day (5 day week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try and do 3-4 a day, and finish it all by week 8.  We'll see.  I plan on going in about 3 times tomorrow.  I went once today.  I need to do a lot this week and next, because I'm going camping next friday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to buckle down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can do it because I need to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3320853591453820544?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/3320853591453820544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=3320853591453820544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3320853591453820544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/3320853591453820544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6907048358579778391</id><published>2008-09-26T02:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T02:36:41.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All USC's Fault</title><content type='html'>After USC beat OSU on September 13, the value of OSU football tickets went down.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It used to be, like, last year, or the year before that, when you could sell any of your tickets for $100+ per ticket, EASY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm struggling to sell tickets for this Saturday's game (OSU vs Minn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it's the first Big Ten game for OSU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also Chris Beanie Wells' first game back since he got injured in the first game of the season against Youngstown State (scrubs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO it's the game AFTER our star recruit, Terrelle Pryor threw for 4 touchdowns in a win against Troy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This could be a momentum game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nobody is buying tickets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was the lowest attendance record for the past 6 or 7 years (I forget the actual # of years, or what year since).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, with Big Ten play coming up, attendance has to go up, it just has to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was waiting in line to get my tickets upgraded (so no student ID is required to get in, which makes it easier to sell to non OSU students), and she told me that she sold her OSU vs UMich tickets for, get this, $1,000 a ticket.  She sold two tickets total, hers and her husbands (Seemed kind of young to be married, but who am I to judge.  At least she's in grad school...we had a small conversation)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sold her OSU vs UMich tickets BEFORE the USC game.  Which right now, sounds like the smartest thing ever.  EVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad USC lost too an unranked team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not just my ticket I'm trying to sell.  I have to sell my friends, and his friends ticket too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel bad if I just sell my ticket.  I mean, I might just do that if somebody wants one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, if someone goes up to me and says, I want to purchase one ticket, I'm going to sell him mine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH!  I hope somebody buys these damn tickets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because not going would be a huge waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might just have to sell them for face value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, sorry, this post doesn't count.  It was more ramble than anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll make it up to those who read next time.  I'm curious to know who actually reads this, besides those that I follow.  But then again, trying to find out is a little stalker/creeper-esque.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's time for me to creep out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6907048358579778391?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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(mostly) incoming freshman to join.  If there are upper classmen, they are either a) tabling and/or b) walking around to get free stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I did at least.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My living space is starting to look a little more homey.  I put up my cork board and dry erase board calender, which still reads at the top, "March 2008."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;June feels like it was so long ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish it was June again.  I want to experience what I experienced, again, with the same people, doing the same things, in the same places, all over.  It was that great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get depressed sitting here thinking about it.  So, I'm going to try and not think about it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's difficult though because I miss the MAIP family, and New York City so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barring any disaster, I'll be in New York within 5 months.  Of course, this is IF I can find a job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not email every agency that I talked to at the MAIP career fair in early August, but I did email a couple, the ones that I was really interested in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ogilvy &amp;amp; Beyond Interaction &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't heard back from either.  Now, I know I wasn't responsible and email every agency that I talked to, earlier, but that was the past.  I'm here, in the now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to follow up with them soon, despite the fact that I did not get a response.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the fact that I didn't get a response from Ogilvy, worries me a little, and it makes me feel like, they don't really care about me.  I mean, I don't expect them to actually care about me, and how I'm doing in life and shit, but I did intern there for 9 weeks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got good reviews from everyone I talked too.  Was it too good to be true?  Were they just being nice?  I didn't really see any mean people at Ogilvy, they hire really nice people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Albeit some of them are a little intimidating, but approachable if necessary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.  I tend to over analyze everything, so maybe I'll take a step back and play it by ear.  But I can't slack off either, and miss opportunities.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I should read books about advertising/marketing, and make myself knowledgeable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-304777874630876220?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/304777874630876220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=304777874630876220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/304777874630876220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/304777874630876220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/psa.html' title='PSA'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-539265588811206514</id><published>2008-09-21T01:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:46:36.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch me (not literally...unless...)</title><content type='html'>To grotesque? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My apologizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to Columbus on Monday morning, like, 6 am, which right now, seems like a preposterous hour.  Mostly because since I've been home, I've been going to sleep around 4 am on average.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to my title.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an iPod touch today, one of the 2nd generation ones.  I've been doing research on iPods, because my sister's birthday is this Wednesday, and she wanted a new iPod, because her current one's a little broken.  So I'm relaying my findings to my father, who arrived today from Korea.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not often that the Chang family is all together under one roof.  At least, that's how it is these days.  And it will probably stay that way for, at least for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as my family and I went to the local Apple store, he offered to buy me one as well, for my birthday, almost 3 months ago.  I'm very grateful.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have something to do during class.  I don't have to pull out my laptop and pretend like I'm taking notes, when instead I'm probably typing up a paper for another class, or on Facebook.  I can now have a lighter bag, and just use my new iPod to surf the web during class.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's my last day at home.  I'm going to put all my shit in my car, spend quality time with the fam and get some rest.  Because on Monday, when I leave for Columbus at the butt crack of dawn (actually the sun will probably already be up), I'm heading straight to the involvement fair, to table for Hope NK.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go to OSU, and you don't have a Hope NK t-shirt (designed in the spring), purchase one.  Money does not go to waste.  It will go to an organization that will use the money to directly help those in need. (North Korean refugees)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.  My mom made me food.  The "ugh" is not because she made me food.  It's because most of it's frozen, and I'll be on the road for 6-7 hours, and then when I get to Columbus, I won't be home for another 3-4 hours.  I might have to stash some stuff in someone's freezer that lives close to campus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's relatively early, and I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-539265588811206514?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/539265588811206514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=539265588811206514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/539265588811206514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/539265588811206514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/touch-me-not-literallyunless.html' title='Touch me (not literally...unless...)'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2351896284704432581</id><published>2008-09-17T17:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:46:23.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><content type='html'>It's ridiculously late.  5:09 AM to be exact.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.  I could sleep.  I should sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I feel compelled to write something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is not it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this evening, I was driving, and I was listening to some new songs I put onto my iPod, and I got the urge to make a movie.  This is a reoccurring urge, for those who don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a big film buff.  I like watching movies, but the movies I like watching aren't always award winners (i.e. Orange County, Saving Silverman, and Galaxy Quest to name a few).  I mean, I like a lot of movies, and I don't only like stupid comedies, but I also like drama, action, tragedy, film noir.  The only genre I don't really enjoy is horror.  Not because I'm afraid, but because, I don't find the plots to be enjoyable, also I'd rather not watch someone get decapitated, unless it's some battle scene of an action movie.  A very violent action movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your greatest fear?  Tell me (willingly).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot say what my number one greatest fear is.  But I can say that one of my greatest fears is settling for love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love a lot of things.  Although I struggle with my faith more than I should, I know I will always be loved, and I will always love God.  Same goes with my family.  I love my friends, but I don't know if they all love me back, but I still love them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stuck on this idea of making a movie about NOT settling for love.  People have told me that this is stupid.  Okay, maybe not as direct as that, but I can pick up on subtle hints.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kind of movies I like best, are the ones where in the end, nobody is happy.  I don't know why.  I would never want my life to end that way.  I want to be a happy person.  And for the most part, I think I am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is something so intriguing about tragedy.  I can't put it into words at the moment.  Mostly because my vocabulary sucks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think, for me, the ultimate tragedy would be to settle for love.  I understand that somethings are not in our hands.  Fate is beyond our control, and it doesn't always favor us.  But you never know how things turn out unless you wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, this post is stupid.  It's so ridiculously random.  I'm jumping from here, to there, back to here again and I apologize.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been typing some stuff out on Word.  Not a screenplay, because I don't know how to write one.  (There is a certain way to write a screenplay)  But more of a background story, or a pool of thoughts that I can just sift through later on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a general idea of how I want my movie to begin, and I know how I want my movie to end (think tragedy).  I just don't know how I would put it all together, in a believable/interesting plot.  I'm working on it, in my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock reads 5:45 AM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-2351896284704432581?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2351896284704432581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2351896284704432581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2351896284704432581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2351896284704432581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6605588982969109421</id><published>2008-09-17T17:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:46:29.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had a pet Ewok</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SNFx9vFQ0VI/AAAAAAAAABs/eSEWRgUSvyk/s1600-h/fools-ignore-my-ewok-compan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SNFx9vFQ0VI/AAAAAAAAABs/eSEWRgUSvyk/s400/fools-ignore-my-ewok-compan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247100346287837522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really bored at home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked out today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran on the elliptical for 37 minutes.  Is it correct to say that I "ran on the elliptical"?  Would it be more correct for me to say that I "glided" on the elliptical?  I don't know.  It was good "glide."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 15 minutes sucked though.  &lt;br /&gt;But once I turned on the dance music, the last 22 minutes were a breeze.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from now on, when I go running or gliding, I'm listening to danceable music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently watching Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi (my favorite one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple weeks, Spike TV (one of my least favorite channels) has been playing one Star Wars movie a week.  I've been watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gotten to the point that I get excited for it to come on TV because I'm so bored.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last three Star Wars movies have been so disappointing.  The acting, for the most part, is horrendous.  I do like Ewan McGregor as Obi-Wan Kenobi though.  And as bad as Natalie Portman's acting is as Padme aka Queen Amidala, I still think she's beautiful and a good actress, just not in Star Wars: Episodes I thru III.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of all three of the new Star Wars', I like Episode III the best, Revenge of the Sith.  Because it sets up the original three.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.  I'm that bored.  &lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-6605588982969109421?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6605588982969109421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6605588982969109421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6605588982969109421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6605588982969109421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-i-had-pet-ewok.html' title='I wish I had a pet Ewok'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SNFx9vFQ0VI/AAAAAAAAABs/eSEWRgUSvyk/s72-c/fools-ignore-my-ewok-compan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4176911280341094773</id><published>2008-09-15T01:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:59:40.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip-Flop</title><content type='html'>So I had the address to this blog as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;achang27.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I changed it to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ejacquantumbreeze.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got "ejaquantumbreeze" from a song, so it's not completely random...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I changed it back to achang27@blogspot.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I changed it at first, was because of a couple reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) achang27 is kind of a lame for a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I want to express myself fully on this blog, talk about anything on my mind, even if it involved work (at the time I was interning at Ogilvy in NYC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just incase I said anything bad about the agency, which I didn't, I did not want to have it easily accessible online for everyone to see.  Everyone as in, the company that I want to work for in the near future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as how these days companies are utilizing Facebook, Myspace, or any other big social networking site, to screen potential employees, I did not want to hinder my chances of future employment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize it was stupid now, and have changed back to the original name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As amazing as the internet is, it's also very dangerous.  The media is very powerful (see last post on how media screwed Ohio State football; note the post is not comprehensive).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, basically I didn't want something bad to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; linked to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was Korean Thanksgiving, this past Sunday, or something like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is actually the first time I've celebrated it, at least to my knowledge...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by celebrate, I mean, eating bi bim bbap at my aunts house for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after lunch, my mother and sister and I we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nt to 3 different grocery stores.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Trader Joe's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Costco (I know, I know, it's a wholesale club, but we bought milk, which is a grocery item, along with other stuff.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Wegmans (A Whole Foods-like place, it's a nice store, I like it a lot.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During out grocery hop, we went to Shilla, which is a Korean bakery, and had some pot bing su (Note: Not actual picture of the pot bing su that I ate) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SM36eN9tGHI/AAAAAAAAABc/ygdSNiSq6A4/s320/potbing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246124538007984242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looked like this, minus most of the colorful fruit.  Each place does it differently.  I'm not going to get into it.  If someone wants to know what it is or wants me to describe it, I'll do it later, but I won't digress, I do it too often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are at Shilla, and I'm looking at some baked goods that I might purchase to consume at a later time.  Then I see my mom walking over to some people sitting at a table, and I go over too.  It's the parents of my old best friend.  I was friends with this kid since childhood, and then he moved to Philly at the end of 8th grade, right before we entered high school.  It's a really bad time for a best friend to leave.  I haven't seen him since.  I've had sparse contact with him, since then.  I knew he lived out here, but by that time, I couldn't say that we were friends anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot happens in high school.  But, since I don't talk to him anymore, I didn't have a means of communicating.  I didn't forget about him.  I just didn't think about it.  But I gave his dad my phone number.  We'll see if they call.  Part of me is hoping they don't.  Part of me is curious to see how he's doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah.  Small world, I guess.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-4176911280341094773?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4176911280341094773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4176911280341094773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4176911280341094773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4176911280341094773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/flip-flop.html' title='Flip-Flop'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SM36eN9tGHI/AAAAAAAAABc/ygdSNiSq6A4/s72-c/potbing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2450959452229044441</id><published>2008-09-13T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:41:34.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I hate it when people call The Ohio State Buckeye's overrated.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, we suck ass.  We suck so much, that we might not even win the Big Ten.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started the game real well.  Switching QBs seemed to work.  Then whenever Pryor had the ball, he just ran it.  USC figured that one out, as did the rest of the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The media has hyped us up so much, it sickens me.  I admit, I loved it at first.  I loved that everyone hated us, because we were good.  I loved that everyone would rather be where we are, back to back appearances in the national championship game, albeit we lost both, we still got there.  I thought, we can't get any worse.  We have a ton of returning starters from last seasons team.  We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be good.  We &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no.  Not this year.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, we have choked.  I don't even know if the game is over.  I stopped watching after we punted it for the umpteenth time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep down, I knew we were going to lose this game.  The cards were not in our favor.  Beanie went down in week one, and I knew, this season was going to suck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that raise Ohio State gave to Coach Tressel was a mistake?  Don't get me wrong.  I love Jim Tressel, but we never seem to have a good game plan against quality opponents.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could purely be speaking out of frustration.  I don't know.  I don't know anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that the media dicked us over, and we just got our asses kicked by USC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beanie or no Beanie, we still would have lost this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I'm a better man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2450959452229044441?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2450959452229044441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2450959452229044441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2450959452229044441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2450959452229044441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7569954219904298395</id><published>2008-09-12T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:17:49.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck?</title><content type='html'>So it's a Friday night, and I'm sitting at home watching TV.  &lt;div&gt;Life's been like this for the past 2 weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been quite a few hurricanes these days.  I guess it's hurricane season?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like I said, I am watching TV, and earlier I was watching E!.  They had this "wildest commercials" special thing-a-ma-jig.  With comedic commentary much like, VH1's Fabulous Life of, except not funny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they were setting up the next commercial, and it's clearly an asian commercial.  The narrator says something along the lines of, "check out this commercial with a Korean family."  The point is, "Korean family" was said, it doesn't really matter what was said before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take their word for it.  Why?  Because it's E!.  I expect that they know what they are talking about, mainly because they have to make sure they don't say anything that isn't true on television.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was mistaken.  They air the commercial, and it's an asian family, playing some kind of board game on a roof.  There are two reasons why I know this family isn't Korean.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Everything on the board game is in Chinese characters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) They are speaking Chinese.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that we cleared that up, the actual commercial was ridiculous.  I'm not even sure what the commercial is selling.  Yeah, there's a board game the family plays, but something tells me they aren't selling the board game.  Why?  Let me explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are the parents and a son and daughter.  The son goes first, and he spins this arrow and it lands on some random character, and everyone starts laughing and then the dad takes the boy and spins him around a couple times, then he throws him off the building!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they keep playing, and the mom spins and seems a little disappointed, and the father and daughter are joyfully laughing, and the next thing you know, the daughter is lighting the mom's clothes on fire, and then the mom jumps off the roof...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the dad goes, and he has a similar reaction to the mother, and then you see the dad standing on the edge of the roof, and then get this, the daughter sticks a firecracker up the dad's ass and lights it.  It blows up and he flies off the roof.  The daughter wins??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post was pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-7569954219904298395?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7569954219904298395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7569954219904298395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7569954219904298395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7569954219904298395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-heck.html' title='What the heck?'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2501387912004027325</id><published>2008-09-09T02:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:20:12.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I need to move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need school to start, so that I can finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need to graduate, so I can go off into the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored here in Virginia, but no more bored than being in Columbus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went out and bought a wireless router, because this business of me not being online consistently was driving me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm not going to be online as much as I did when I did have a consistent connection.  I can't rely on it too much.  I need to go out and do stuff.  I really do.  I'm getting ridiculously lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, I saw some movie trailers on apple.com and there are some movies I really want to see.  I can't remember the titles, but if I saw them, I would recognize them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started looking for new music again.  This is sort of an old hobby of mine, but it's hard to do without the internet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know when someone asks you to describe who you think is your ideal person of interest?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought that question was dumb, at least when I was asked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard to describe the ideal person.  How else can you describe the person besides, "perfect"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence the word &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ideal&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every time someone asks me that question, I have no good answer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when someone asked me what kind of girls I was into, I didn't know what to say.  Um, the good kind perhaps?  Granted, I didn't say that.  I actually didn't say anything.  The person asking never stopped talking so I never got a chance to answer, which turned out to be good, because I didn't have one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they answered for me.  They said, "you like artsy girls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does that even mean?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like...art.  I suck at most forms of art.  But I still like art.  But, how does one come to the conclusion that I like artsy girls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it the way I dress?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With my then-not-broken-glasses?  Jeans?  T-shirt?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Tangent:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People love to label other people by the way they dress (guilty --&gt; me).  It's funny how I'm a victim of it.  I've been labeled emo by various people.  Each with their own definition of it.  I listened to all their reasoning, and I accepted some.  But for one person, they labeled me emo because of the way I dressed, and I disagreed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I called someone an idiot, and then they asked me why I think they are an idiot, and I answer, "because you dress like one."  Does that make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End of Tangent**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I don't know what an "artsy" girl looks like.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a thing for girls who can sing and play guitar or another cool instrument...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SMYwdBx5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qBMGRsGJ7HI/s320/Meiko+Press+Shot+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243932091371561218" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SMYwdGPN9uI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fELVW6DoBNs/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243932092568303330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: Top girl not the same as bottom girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing tired.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-2501387912004027325?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2501387912004027325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2501387912004027325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2501387912004027325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2501387912004027325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/regression.html' title='Regression'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SMYwdBx5IQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qBMGRsGJ7HI/s72-c/Meiko+Press+Shot+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-2502352750237577328</id><published>2008-09-07T04:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T04:28:54.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>So I am home in Fairfax, Virginia a week earlier than I originally planned.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to go to Ikea down in Cincy, and go to this sushi buffet (not Todai), also in Cincy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to drive all night to get home.  Left Columbus around 12AM and pulled into the drive way around 7:45AM.  It sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I've been home, I haven't had a reliable wireless internet connection.  Which is kind of lame, but my internet time has been offset by my TV time.  All I do is watch TV.  And eat.  And maybe do some pushups here and there.  But not enough for it to do any good.  Basically I'm a bum.  And I hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I applied for an internship for the Fall.  I did not get the position.  I'm not sure why.  I thought I interviewed well.  The only thing that struck me as odd was the fact that I wasn't interviewed by an HR rep., but by the intern manager, who by the way, is a rising senior, to my rising super status.  And the girl who was supposed to interview me, also an intern manager, showed up 5 minutes before my interview ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't really impressed with they way things went, both on their end and my own.  I probably could have answered some questions better, and been more sociable.  But the thing I noticed most about this agency was that out of all the people I saw, a good 85% of them were women.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what you're thinking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla Holla...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly do believe I have the necessary qualities to work there.  I won't go as far as to say "the best" because I don't know who I'm up against, and one is never the best at anything.  Unless you're name is Usain Bolt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't hold it against them that they didn't hire me.  Because this will happen countless times.  But it was hard not getting the positions, simple after having the kind of summer that I had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.  I'll look for another job for the Fall, eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been looking at the people in my life.  Well not everyone, just a few.  And I imagine what movie character they'd be.  It's pretty fun actually.  I won't go into detail, but it's interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is September 7th.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleveland Browns vs. Dallas Cowboys!!!  On ABC.  Watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I really have no reason to celebrate, because I'm not going back to Columbus until September 22nd or 23rd.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep It Real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-2502352750237577328?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2502352750237577328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2502352750237577328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2502352750237577328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2502352750237577328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/09/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-1502414839811399680</id><published>2008-08-28T02:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:28:39.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='still waiting'/><title type='text'>Rando</title><content type='html'>I WISH I WAS DONE WITH SCHOOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left and right all my friends are getting jobs, and I couldn't be more happy for them!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But within all that joy there is anxiety.  I just wish I was where I am supposed to be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be done with school.  But I still have one quarter left.  I don't see that as a failure at all.  I just wish I figured out what I wanted to do earlier in my college career.  But then again, who knows what I'll be doing in 5 or 10 years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't emailed any HR reps from the MAIP career fair yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Partially because I'm lazy/stupid, but also because I don't know what to say.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I need to establish contacts, and build relationship, but honestly, any email I send them will basically be this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, remember me?  Probably not, but I was at the MAIP career fair, and I don't graduate till December (if all goes according to plan).  I would like to stay in touch with you, so that once I do get close to graduating, I can see if you guys are hiring or not.  And if there are openings, if you'd give me a job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how it goes in my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I wouldn't actually send that though.  I've got my sights on a company.  But, we'll see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beggars can't be choosers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that feeling you get when all your friends are out having fun, but for some reason, you cannot join them?  Like that feeling of missing out on something awesome?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know that I'm here for a reason.  I know that for everything that has happened to me, there is a purpose.  What that purpose is, I do not know, I just know there is a reason for all of this.  I'll figure it out eventually.  But for now, all I can do is wait.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting sucks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is maybe, and that's a big &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt;, one reason why waiting can be good.  And that is that during the grueling process of waiting, you might have an epiphany.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But lets be real, waiting sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting to get on a roller coaster sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting to get a drink/meal at a restaurant sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting to find out your grade sucks.  (regardless of the grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for your computer to turn on/off sucks.  (even if I own a Mac)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for a movie or CD to download sucks.  (not that I partake in these heinous crimes...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting on a table sucks.  (only applicable for waiters.  I've never been one, but I can imagine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for the previews to start at the movie theater sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for the previews to be over so the movie can start sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for the red light to turn green sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for your food at fast-food restaurants sucks.  (it's called fast-food for a reason)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for someone to call when you expect it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting for someone when you pick them up sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Waiting to get a ticket for something you have to wait to get into sucks.  (waiting x2!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This list can go on FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You probably hate me right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least you wouldn't have to wait to tell me by leaving me a comment, that is unless you don't have an account on blogger.  In which case, you'd have to wait to tell me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-1502414839811399680?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/1502414839811399680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=1502414839811399680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1502414839811399680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/1502414839811399680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/08/rando.html' title='Rando'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8814562471477246620</id><published>2008-08-25T02:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:46:40.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year.</title><content type='html'>I'm getting excited for football.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both professional and college.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Browns, hopefully they step it up come the regular season, because this preseason has been awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Buckeyes.  Is this the year?  I got season tickets for my last quarter.  I hope we make it all the way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had my first fantasy football draft of the year a few hours ago.  It was a little short of 2 hours long.  It took a lot out of me.  For real.  Sitting in front of a computer for 2 hours straight, looking at nothing but football statistics is harsh on the mind and body.  Especially when it's hot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings me to a new topic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice and cool outside.  I have my windows open.  And my room is still 20 degrees hotter.  It is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;nice outside.  It rained earlier today, and the temperature just dropped.  Yet the apartment is still a sauna.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess the wind doesn't blow in Columbus, Ohio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a real shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I semi cleaned my room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I mean by that is, I took all the clothes from my suitcase (the one I used for MAIP) and put my clothes in my drawers and closet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can walk across my room without tripping over a pile of clothes or a suitcase.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have miscellaneous articles of clothing lying around, but I'll get those eventually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to prepare for an interview.  It's on Tuesday, so I guess I will dedicate my whole day tomorrow to preparing for it.  I'm a little nervous, but only because the last interview I had was several months ago, and it was 3 hours long.  This one should only be 30 minutes, but I get nervous easily.  I think it's a confidence issue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember before my 3 hour interview, I went to career services and got a mock interview, and I got good results, except the one area where I needed improvement was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confidence.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't agree more.  I've always been a little timid.  I'm still working on the whole, self-confidence thing.  I've had issues before, I probably still do, but for the most part, I really don't care what people think.  But that's not the case when I go interview.  Because in that situation, I do care what people think about me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My summer definitely helped my confidence.  I got to intern at a big time advertising agency.  I was initially by myself in New York, where I was forced to make friends or else spend 10 weeks by myself.  I don't think I'm good at making friends.  I still don't think I'm good at it, but by the grace of God, I made great friends this summer.  It all comes together in the end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of rambling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I'll have something more interesting to talk about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8814562471477246620?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8814562471477246620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8814562471477246620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8814562471477246620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8814562471477246620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year.'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-7171716686490244836</id><published>2008-08-21T02:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:59:10.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>So, I'm still not settled.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still living out of a suitcase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always fought for Ohio.  I always reminded myself that it's not so bad.  And it really isn't.  It's not bad at all.  But I'm so used to it, and I'm a little bored of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see some great things about Ohio.  Depending on where you live, it's a great place to raise kids.  Sort of.  I turned out okay, I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I can't see myself living here.  Which I think is really funny.  Because when my family initially moved to Fairfax, Virginia, a couple years back, I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;sad.  I was basically leaving everything that I know.  I was basically leaving friends.  But at the time, that's all that mattered to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I got over it.  and the reason why I think it's so funny is because now I want to get out of Ohio.  But it has nothing to do with friends.  I mean, yeah, I know great people in New York City (which is where I want to go), but I feel that it offers me the most opportunities.  And as a plus, I get to be around great people.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know where I'm going with this.  I'm tired.  I'm a little bored.  And I'm a little depressed hahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to catch some zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-7171716686490244836?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/7171716686490244836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=7171716686490244836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7171716686490244836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/7171716686490244836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/08/transition.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5975916484079338884</id><published>2008-08-17T01:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:58:55.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Chronicles</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since MAIP ended.  Maybe a little longer, but who's counting?  Not me, that's for sure.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got back to Columbus on Wednesday night.  It was, different.  But anything would be different after spending almost 10 weeks in New York City.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up Thursday morning, and I felt like I woke up from the best dream I've ever had (slight exaggeration...).  My point is, MAIP  is over.  It's actually over.  I went into it, with certain expectations.  I knew it was going to be fun, and I knew it was going to be serious.  But never, ever, did I expect it to be what it actually was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot put into words my experience this summer.  Some might read this and think I'm full of it crap, but judgers will judge.  I'll take everything for what it's worth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stuck in this state of transition.  I've still got school left, but I'm on the verge of being done.  I'm still in my old apartment, but I have to move out by the end of the month and move into a new place at the same time.  I'm trying to adjust to the pace of life here in Ohio, but I don't want to change.  I like the fast pace lifestyle of NY.  I like being stressed out because the train isn't on time (this one is debatable).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I won't really miss the late trains, and the lack of AC in my 2x4 room.  Or the random torrential downpours, and the awful humidity.  Come to think of it, New York is like an oven during the summer.  But those are the small things in life.  And yeah, sometimes the small things matter, but in this case.  In the grand scheme of things.  They don't mean anything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What matters most are the people I was with.  The work that we all did, and the fun that we all had.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came here looking for lasting friendships (and a potential job).  I've said this once before.  I'll say it again.  I'm not sure if I have succeeded.  Only time can tell.  What I do know, is that at the moment, I couldn't have asked for better friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-5975916484079338884?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5975916484079338884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5975916484079338884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5975916484079338884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5975916484079338884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-chronicles.html' title='The End of the Chronicles'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4502417218133752170</id><published>2008-08-09T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:36:30.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 12</title><content type='html'>That time is near.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I extended my flight though, from Sunday night, to Wednesday night.  I'm going to relax in the city, and take it all in for all it's worth.  I'm going to do the things I never go to do during the short 9 weeks I was here (I came a week late, in case some people forgot, which happens more often than not).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two weeks have been both fun and frustrating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put in a lot of hours at work the past 2 weeks to complete an intern project.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed late at work, did real work at home, slept late, woke up early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I played whenever I had the chance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is anything I can say about this summer, I would say, hands down, this has been the best summer of my short life.  There were times where I wish I was a million miles away, and I didn't always see eye to eye with certain people, but in the end, the good things are all that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made great friends.  I have great friends.  I cannot say whether or not I have achieved my goal to make lasting friendships.  Only time can tell (cliche), but in the future, we will see who we will surround ourselves with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping in touch is not my forte.  I'm in fact, really bad at it.  It's hard enough for me to actually make friends as it is.  But I will try my hardest.  This is when I appreciate AIM, text messaging, and Facebook.  Although, a phone call would be nice, it might be awkward if there is no communication for a year, then you call someone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more I want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to pack.  I'm about 70% done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back in Ohio on August 13th.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a ton of pictures to upload.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's going to suck.  &lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-4502417218133752170?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4502417218133752170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4502417218133752170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4502417218133752170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4502417218133752170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/08/nyc-chronicles-12.html' title='NYC Chronicles 12'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4112032495213678333</id><published>2008-07-28T02:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:39:25.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 11</title><content type='html'>One more full week of work left.  Then Graduation next week.  August 10th, I'll be back in Columbus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have a hard time keeping in touch with everyone.  Historical records show, that I'm not good at it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to get stressed out.  Not the kind of stress where I want to pull my hair out, but I guess it's more like anxiety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.  I try not to think about it, because the more I do, the more anxious I get.  Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no real issues I'm dealing with, besides the whole, "what am I going to do after I graduate??"  But I don't have to start worrying about that until I actually graduate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go home, but I don't want to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; feeling of discomfort that makes me wish I was back in Columbus.  Back with the people I'm used to seeing everyday, and doing the things I'm used to doing, and going to the places I'm used to going.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the same time I'm starting to get used to living here in the city, and I'm getting used to the people I see everyday here, and I'm getting used to the things I do here, and going to the places I go to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly.  How many people will I really keep in touch with?  How many people will I still be friends with 10 years down the line.  Err...is 10 too long?  How about five?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people will i still be friends with five years from now?  Five years is a pretty long.  So much can change!  If I see someone I know now on the streets five years from now, will they stop and say "Hi"?  Will I?  I honestly don't know.  I want to say that I will, but you never know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I want to do is make lasting relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4112032495213678333?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4112032495213678333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4112032495213678333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4112032495213678333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4112032495213678333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc-chronicles-11.html' title='NYC Chronicles 11'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-4257791762483947227</id><published>2008-07-22T16:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:05:00.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 10</title><content type='html'>My time here in New York is coming to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is so close I can touch it (not really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I just met everyone yesterday.  I feel like I'm just starting to get used to this kind of life.  I feel like I'm not ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to get to know more people, and know the people I already know better.  There's still some time left, but I can't take it for granted.  If 7 weeks can fly by, then 2 weeks will seem like a blink of an eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get back though.  See faces I know.  Sleep in my uncomfortable, yet familiar bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I want to move out here.  Eventually as in, after I graduate.  Or a least after I figure out exactly what I want to do after I graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when you're having fun. &lt;br /&gt;So...when time doesn't fly, does that mean I'm not having fun?  hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-4257791762483947227?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/4257791762483947227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=4257791762483947227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4257791762483947227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/4257791762483947227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc-chronicles-10_22.html' title='NYC Chronicles 10'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8278103395510404348</id><published>2008-07-17T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:34.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maip internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 09</title><content type='html'>Today was a long day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't leave the office till 10:00pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?  Because our group was hard at work to put the finishing touches on our phase one presentation.  And by finishing touches, I mean finishing the power point presentation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the finishing touches are being done by a team member now, or later in the morning, before our presentation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, it was fun and all, but I think it was just because we were all just slap happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was good regardless, because it's nights like that I will remember.  I like my group, we all work hard, for the most part.  Some work harder than others.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like 1:46am right now, and I just finished doing some research for our phase 1 presentation.  i couldn't even get all the information I was looking for.  But oh well.  Nothing's perfect.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from having the longest work day of my life, I actually have to get up early today to pick up my clothes from the cleaners so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8278103395510404348?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8278103395510404348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8278103395510404348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8278103395510404348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8278103395510404348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc-chronicles-10.html' title='NYC Chronicles 09'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-6179800053868055507</id><published>2008-07-10T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:34.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maip internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 08</title><content type='html'>So I took a 3 hour nap today.  3x longer than what I had originally planned for.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, I am still awake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in Columbus, whenever I was bored, or not fully engaged in something, I had a habit of "researching" music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been doing much of that here in New York since I'm usually pretty busy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some things I definitely miss about life in a smaller city.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely don't go out as much back home, compared to now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy going out and being with everyone, but sometimes, I just want to chill.  Go to a concert.  Get some halal food, a crif dog, and/or some dessert.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still very much used to just going out into town and looking at stuff and taking stupid pictures, and then going to bed at ridiculous hours, sober.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much do the same thing here, but not always completely sober.  I never go crazy though.  I hate not being able to control myself physically.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's the nature of the business?  I know it doesn't have to be, but the networking aspect of it all is so important.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to do more things that I'm accustomed to doing.  Like being lame.  Playing guitar for hours, writing lame songs, then recording them.  Driving to...anywhere.  (Gas is really expensive, so I don't miss this one too much)  Playing basketball on a full-sized court.  Cooking my own food.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love it out here.  It's such a unique experience.  Not just the work, but the program, the people, and the culture.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first time I didn't almost pass out in my cubicle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6179800053868055507?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6179800053868055507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=6179800053868055507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6179800053868055507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/6179800053868055507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc-chronicles-08.html' title='NYC Chronicles 08'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-8758999904491120554</id><published>2008-07-07T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:34.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maip internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 07</title><content type='html'>A new week begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long weekend.  I had a half day last Thursday, and had Friday off because of Independence Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a good 4th of July weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has left me very tired, and not wanting to do anything except sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-8758999904491120554?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/8758999904491120554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=8758999904491120554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8758999904491120554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/8758999904491120554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/07/nyc-chronicles-07.html' title='NYC Chronicles 07'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-5173132485117185911</id><published>2008-07-01T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:44:34.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maip internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 06</title><content type='html'>Almost the halfway point.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the middle of the 5th week of the program.  4th week for me, but same difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened since my last post.  I became one year older, went out, went out again, did karaoke, and saw the gay pride parade.  That was basically this past weekend in a nutshell.  I'd put up pictures, but I'm too tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work we had a seminar, then we watched Wall-E.  Which, I enjoyed, but not sure if I should have paid $11.75 to see it, or any movie at all for that price.  But, despite it's lack of dialogue, it was entertaining, and did a way better job than "The Happening" in tying in a social issue into the movie.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see pictures of my excursions, look at my FB.  That is, if you are my FB friend.  If you aren't.  Then we aren't real friends.  Just kidding.  I hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-5173132485117185911?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/5173132485117185911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=5173132485117185911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5173132485117185911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/5173132485117185911'/><link rel='alternate' 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do, but I just wanted to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting more comfortable here in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been comfortable in the city, but people wise.  I'm starting to make friends, and I hope they are lasting friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a friendship doesn't last, is it even worth it?  I hate to say something like that, but I'm really picky when it comes to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like having a million 'friends'.&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't to mean that I only have close friends, because I can only devote so much time to each person, you know?&lt;br /&gt;I just like to have friends that I know I can trust, and trust is something that is earned from both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might cause problems for me, because I need to network while I'm out here.  Which means, being acquainted with many people.  I can't befriend all of them, or any at all.  But I have to get my foot in the door somehow.  I need to have some connections.  Because that's what it's all about.  Connections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the friends I make during this summer through the program, I hope they are lasting friendships, and I hope they want the same.  Because it can't work if one side doesn't want the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was longer than I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out on Friday night, with some friends, and we got split up because some got into the club for free, and some of us got a different color ticket and had to pay $20 to get in.  And to think, $20 was the "reduced" cover charge.  So I left with a friend, and went to St. Marks and chilled at a bar, then called it a night, and we went back to the lame I-House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I went to Coney Island during the day.  There was a Mermaid Parade.  Crazy &amp;amp; Hilarious.  It was a great day to be at Coney Island weather wise too.  I left the group early, by myself to change and go to a BBQ in the LIC.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into detail, because, well, I don't want to bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start doing things on the weekdays.  Because weekends are starting to get packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...&lt;br /&gt;or, time for lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-759801543619194505?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/759801543619194505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=759801543619194505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/759801543619194505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/759801543619194505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc-chronicles-05.html' title='NYC Chronicles 05'/><author><name>AdamChang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07668203814548731942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u2GG0Juf0IU/SXuKFCh_lmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iQVnuvjpQog/S220/LinkedIn_Profile_Pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8289582819107946665.post-3106001068736472350</id><published>2008-06-16T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:00:39.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maip internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 04</title><content type='html'>My second weekend here was good.  Long, but good.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a long week of work.  They got me doing a lot of busy work.  I guess it's good, because it's a good experience.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ogilvy is just so big.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I'm never bored at work.  I'm not always excited, but I'm glad I'm there.  No doubt in my mind.  I'm happy to be there.  I'm happy to be where I am.  I'm happy to be with the people that I've met.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night, some of us went out to a night club, which was fun.  But, the lights inside were ridiculous.  Strobe lights, in 5 different colors all simultaneously going off at the same time, and it was very disorienting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went to Central Park to go see Vampire Weekend.  All I have to say is.  Fail.  It rained out.  The line was really long, and it was humid.  We just walked around a little bit, then went to Union Square for dinner.  Dinner took us a total of 4 hours.  We loitered around some more, which strangely was the theme of the night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed up late, playing guitar heros and just talking with other people in my program.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't make it out to church, which I had planned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead I woke up at 1:30, and watched The Happening at 4:00pm.  Interesting movie.  Kinda dumb, but interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dude was complaining how I sat down on the chair he put his foot on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) I didn't see the foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) I only found out he was pissed because he was talking about me to his wife really loud (intentionally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had a little argument with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was upset because I did ask him to move his foot, and I said something like "my bad" and he said that it was too late.  I admit I wasn't being all that friendly, but if someone's going to talk down to me, I'm not going to be polite.  But w/e.  I didn't intentionally try to piss him off, and also I'm not trying to start a fight in a Magic Johnson movie theater in the middle of Harlem.  At the end I just apologized because nothing should have happened in the first place.  Also, his biceps were the size of my head.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point is, the movie was kind of lame.  Mostly because I payed $10.50 for a matinée.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lakers won!  Holla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam Cassell is ugly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-3106001068736472350?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210480073789106450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took a picture at work of my name plate...it's styrofoam though.  full timers get glass ones, but it looks cool!   In my opinion.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally meet people today.  I had to break out of that box, so to speak.  I felt like I approached it in a slightly awkward way, simply because, I'm not used to meeting so many new people at once.  I'm comfortable just knowing people that I know, w/o having to meet and greet a bunch of people at the same time.  But, all is well.  I met some real chill people, hung out at the pub, played pool, and foosbal.  Also watched the Lakers beat the Celtics.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, if Boston wins another championship, I'm gonna flip out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, I need to get up around 7AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8289582819107946665-2512855577589383805?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/2512855577589383805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=2512855577589383805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2512855577589383805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/2512855577589383805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/2008/06/nyc-chronicles-35.html' title='NYC Chronicles 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type='html'>I had my first day at the office today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was....long, but fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The orientation meeting at 8:45 went on till 10:30, then we had to fill out paper work till 12:00, along with other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then an I ate lunch with another intern and I think two people from HR, one for sure.  Both cool people.  The other intern is cool too, a health freak (brought her own lunch) but still cool.  I felt a little awkward, because the dude went to rutgers and so did the other intern, and they've met before, so I was a little behind on the conversations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met people from the team I'll be working with, all cool people.  I think I'll be hanging out with them mostly, so it's good that I think they are cool.  Hopefully they think the same of me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some more training classes to attend, then at 4:00 we went on a tour of the building.  Not the whole building, but the main spots.  Then after the tour, I went home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot day.  Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day or two my ID card didn't register at the cafeteria (I-House).  Turns out, that minor spelling error on my name "Min Chan," was the reason why it didn't register, because there is no one here under the name Min Chan...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to get a new ID, new photo and everything, with correct spelling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cafeteria food, is surprisingly decent.  It's not cheap shit, so it better be decent.  Their cookies are good...I bought 2.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my "training" to the work out room, and I just have to turn some forms in tomorrow and my ID card will give me access....time to start running and working out.  For realz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got more paper work to fill out to turn in tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So until NYC Chron. 04...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-245728029086807948?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/245728029086807948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8289582819107946665&amp;postID=245728029086807948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8289582819107946665/posts/default/245728029086807948'/><link rel='self' 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internship'/><title type='text'>NYC Chronicles 02</title><content type='html'>My second day in the city was better than my first.  I actually did something(s).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I misread the weather report, and thought there was 0% (zero) humidity, but it was more like 50%+.  So I wore jeans.  It was like 95 degrees.  I started sweating while waiting for the subway (above ground station).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went towards midtown by myself to hit up a footlocker or something, maybe do a little shopping, but it got so hot that I just bought a Vitamin Water and went to PK's place a little early for the "Cookout in LIC."  We chilled until more people started coming over, then moved to the rooftop, which was a few floors below their apartment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met some people from the place I will be interning at, at the cookout.  They are all cool people, so I hope that translates into the work place.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out on the rooftop for a bit, then I went to the Lightspeed Champion concert, which was friggin AWESOME by the way.  That ended a little past 12AM.  Then I went back to the I-House, showered up, then slept.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long day, but it was good, especially towards the end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm pretty good at Cranium (I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8289582819107946665-6690612903161861994?l=achang27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://achang27.blogspot.com/feeds/6690612903161861994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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